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i was watching a moive when i was about 9 when a baddie got 'STD' and was going to die. I asked my dad how someone got STD and he said that it was when people do naughty things. Up until about 16 i thought that if you were naughty you would catch STD and die.

Suppose it was one way to make sure i behaved!

Harmony

When I was in grade 4, the boys across the table told me that the people in ancient horror movies, like the origional Dracula ect... they actually had too be killed because they didnt have special effects, so if you wanted too be in a movie like that they gave your family a ton of money after you'd died. Anyway, when i was in grade 8, we had too do a progect type thing on the first movies, and i put in this information, i still dont know if it's true, i doubt it

shell

once, when i was younger, my grandparents got into a motorcycle accident. when the phone rang, i didnt think anything of it. after that day, and for a few years afterwards, i thought if i didn't think "please don't let it be something bad" between the first and second rings of the phone, then either I or someone I knew was gonna die on the spot. this belief was especially frightening when i forgot to say it and i found my mother sleeping. i thought she was dead.

Anon

When i was about 5 i thaught that the "afterlife" was lying in ur coffin all day daydreaming & waiting for visitors to come & c u.
(hmmm. i wonder if i will go and haunt someone today?)

Anon

i used to think that when people died in a horror movie they were really dead so i figured that when someone wanted to kill themselves they would just try out for a horror movie

amanda

I used to believe that if anyone offered you a ride, and you got in their car, bad things would happen to you and you would die. Even if it was your friend and her mom, insisting on giving you a ride as they drive alongside you as you walk all the way home.

Jennifer Volz

When I learned that Princess Diana died in a car accident because the "paparazzi" were chasing her I thought paparazzi was a person. Boy did I hate that paparazzi.

Corinne

There are some cannons at the local cemetary.. I used to think that when you were old age the cannons would kill you then they bury you.. i was scared as HELL LOL

scared

when i was little i used to believe that if you had a bad dream, you could die in your sleep.

crazylilbiotch

I used to believe (when I was about 9 years old) that people that were announced dead in the news weren't dead for real (that it was make-up news). I only believed that people that died instantly (as in a car accident) were the only ones who really died. That was after I asked my aunt what was "died in the act"(translated literally from spanish "murió en el acto") and she explained that people who died that way, died in the instant the accident ocurred. That was when I assumed those were the only ones who died and people who were taken to the hospital and died was make-up news.

Camille

My grandpa died when I was six. At his burial, my 11-year-old cousin tried desperately to convince me that Grandpa was in a jar and about to be buried underground. Only later did I learn that it was an urn and his body had been cremated. And that was hard enought to wrap my mind around!

thebee

When I was a kid. We had a dog and one of her tricks waswhen someone said die to her she used to roll over on her back So I used to think this is the postion dead people would take was on their back with arms and legs in the air

Anon

i used to believe that the little metal stumbs that stuck out of the ground beside telepone poles were really leprocones grave because the stumbs were the shapes of little head stones.

joanna

When my Uncle Ben died (although he wasn't really my Uncle Ben, he was a freind of the family)my brother and I thought that he was in the attic (or to get to him, we would have to go through the attic) and so we treid to get up there. We talked about making something out of string to get us up there, and I put some brie in a bag, so that we wouldn't starve. We never did get up there, and the brie was forgotten about until my brother smelt it. It was thrown out, and the bag was washed.
We also thought that to get to him, we had to fill our selves with air. We had a balloon pump, so I put the nosle in my brothers mouth (I let him go fisrt, incase somthing bad happend) and I pressed on the pump. it didn't work, and we were disapointed.

Charlotte