When I was small I slept in a tiny room next to the attic. The only thing between me and the attic was a poorly fitting door and a curtain covering my closet. During the summer my father would open the windows in the attic and, as a result, the wind would blow the curtain out into my room. I was sure it was a ghost and was terrified. When my father explained it all to me, I still wasn't sure, so I begged him not to open the attic windows anymore.
A childhood belief about in my closet
others believed things like this
- i used to believe that a mortgage was a big pirates chest that my mom and dad used to keep in the attic. — lou
- I used to think that a family of evil bears lived in my grandparent's attic.— jasonchic
- i used to believe that edward scissorhands lived in our family friend's attic.Anon
- When I was a child, I used to believe that the school attic was full of ghosts and elfs.— Lia
- Once I thought these two teenagers who used to wash my mums car lived in our attic. Hahaha!— Roxanne
- i used 2 believe when i left my closet door open at
night a skelleton would pop out and wave at me— bex