make-believe

I used to believe…

When I was about... six I had an abusive imaginary friend. At first I created him because I was lonely, and almost nobody ever wanted to play with me. Somehow, maybe just because I was so convinced no one would ever like me, I came up with Rebock (yes like the shoe). He was thirteen and now reminds me of what an older brother is like. He told me these amazingly scary stories and I had nightmares every night. He made me punch myself (I was able to control myself enough to make it soft.. :) ) and he even pushed me into a pool once! I literally almost drowned....

It took me a while, but I finally got around to getting rid of rebock. I took my boy neighbor/new friend's toy gun and I shot him. 28 times! Then as I looked upon his 'dying body' he aske "why?" (and I literally remember hearing this) and I just laughed...

no I did not grow into a disturbed psycho... or anyway, that's what my parents tell me for comfort...

I used to believe that once the lights were turned out at night, five minutes later a witch would come and eat any part of you, apart from your head, that wasn't covered. I slept with the sheets up to my neck in fear for a couple of months after I thought this.

I was told that when the tooth fairy takes your fallen-out tooth, she will add that tooth to her collection and use many teeth that have fallen out of children to make sets false teeth for elderly people.

I actully have many imaginary friends, but my favorite is deffently Lilly. I know she isn't real, but I still love her. She is about 5 inches tall. Lilly has a HUGE head that looks just like mine, and has a stick body. She lives in my head. She acts very weird sometimes, but that is why I love Lilly!

I used to believe…

When I was much younger than I am now I was watching this TV show that was suppose to be true unexplained alien encounters. It told of a Texas family that had seen and video taped their own alien abuction. I was terrified, I thought the tape was true. For years I refused to go down stairs at night without turning on every light among the way fearing that I would see tiny skinny alien with big eyes running around in the dark. I'm now 30 years old, I don't believe in it now, but I still find that if I'm alone in the dark I get nervous I wake up my dog and make him go with me.

I believed when I was going to bed that dinosaurs roamed the streets, peeking in the windows with one huge eye to check everyone was sleeping. I don't know what would happen if you weren't sleeping, I was always sure to at least feign sleep.

I used to believe…

When my daughter was little we told her that Santa wouldn't bring toys to naughty kids, instead he would bring coal and "switches". Years later my daughter told me that she thought ti was kind of weird that Santa brought bad kids "light switches".

I used to believe I had a personal pixie that used to follow me around stealing things of mine that I had on me at the time and relocating them. This would explain why I would always find them in weird places. Actually, let's be honest, I still believe this!!

I used to believe…

When I was about 10 I stayed up late one night to watch the TV premier of American Werewolf In London. By the time it got to the dream sequence of him chasing through the forest I was so terrified I turned off the TV and legged it to cower under the covers. To this day I am unable to walk through a wood on my own without getting the screaming heebies, even though it's 25 years later and it's one of my favourite films.

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i thouth bloody mary would kill you if you said it in the mirrow 3 times

i did it i saw a girl chaseing me with brown hair and red eyes and like mary i saw when i tuned the light on it was my brother with a mask and wig he over heard

I used to believe…

When I was a kid, I loved Japanese monster movies and watched them every Saturday afternoon. There was also a cool series called "Johnny Sokko and His Flying Robot" that was my absolute FAVORITE show...it was the early 1970s equivalent of the Power Rangers, with silly plots, bad dialog, and people in rubber monster suits, but I adored it!

Anyway, I used to pretend that I was the robot, or sometimes I would be Johnny (yes, even though he was a boy and I'm a girl!), and I even had a cheap, plastic watch that I used to "talk" to my robot! Hey, what kid *wouldn't* want a giant robot pal that flies and shoots missiles from his fingertips? ^_^ I'm 41 years old now, but I kinda miss him sometimes.

I used to believe…

My granny had a garage made out of compressed wood chips and one looked like a really angry owl monster and I use to think if I stared at it too long it would come off the wall and peck my back.

I used to believe…

Living out in the country, one experiences strange noises and is suspicious of unknown vehicles. Growing up in the 80s and 90s, one also has a suspicioun that there's aliens (and possibly even Aliens [as in the doublejawed, no-eyed, acid-blooded, killer bug kind]) lurking around. Combined with an overactive imagination, strange happenings take on a whole new life of their own...
I believed that there WERE aliens out there, but not all of them were evil. In fact, the good/evil split was defined by my perception of their coolness factor. Also, I thought that the idea of "living" or autonomous vehicles (or just plain creepy vehicles), such as Christine, KITT, KARR, and the truck from Duel were aliens in disguise (sorta like Transformers who couldn't transform). Creatures like the Aliens, the aien from The Thing, Christine, the truck from Duel, KARR, Airwolf, The General Lee, my great grandpa's 57 Chevy, and a whole slew of ofthers were the goodguys. ET, KITT, little green men, Triffids, Zombies, Krang, the vehicles that drove down the road at midnight-3 am (I've always suffered from insomnia), military helicopters (there's a military base located fairly close by), any strange vehicle following us for a while, and a whole lot of other "uncool" alienoid beings were the badguys. While I like to think of myself as being smarter and more logical, sometimes I still get weirded-out by unknown vehicles and I still have a tendency to talk to my great grandpa's 57 Chevy when we're alone (she's now my property).

In more recent years, I've been working on my grandpa's farm. Wheat harvest often entales cutting wheat with 2 combines, 2 auger wagons, and at least 2 rigs and trailers (often supported by an extra couple of graintrucks) from sunup to well into the night. This has led to us spawning a couple of UFO sightings by drunks and young people who were visiting the area from a city (and thus, didn't know about the nature of farm equipment). Our equipment is over 10 years old and many of the light mounts are broken or shoddily repaired, causing lights to either dangle from the mounts or to strobe or flicker when the equipment encounters rough terrain (a very common occurance in a wheatfield). One of the combines' road lights (akin to hazard flasher lights in normal vehicles, but required to be on for safe [and legal] road travel of combines and tractors) are jerry-rigged into the regular lights, causing them all to come on and flash at the same time. Combined with the almost aircraft-like sound of the engine's supercharger, this is our "UFO combine". While it wasn't our intent to cause these UFO sightings, it was something to laugh about for a while.

I used to believe…

When i was little, i was always thought i had 2 b cute and shy for people to like me, but no-one ever talked to me. So i drew a potatoe man under the kitchen table. he was my best friend. It took me forever to realise he wasnt real, though i have a clear memory of him sitting on my bed with me playing barbies and going for a walk. Then one day he never came back.

I used to believe…

when i was little, i used to talk to my shampoo and conditioner bottles. they were mrs. panteen and mr. panteen.... i'm not even joking, we usede to have fuoll conversations. whenever i started running out of shampoo, i would get insanly depressed because i new they would have to go away. they woiuld always come back later thoiu. weird huh?

I used to believe…

wen i was propa young i wont go upstairs n my own or if the lights were of because i thought the watches would get me and i would never see day agen .