make-believe

I used to believe…

My friend told me the story of "Bloody Mary" and i wouldn't go into a room that had a mirror with the lights out for months. She kept telling me the story over and over. But I always tyied to act tough and I would say that I didn't believe her. But she always siad that one of her friends had try it and has scars to prove its real.

I used to believe that every one of my family members was a vampire, and that I was one too. I used to tie my hands and legs at night with blankets to make sure that I wouldn't sleepwalk away from my bed and drain someone's blood.

I used to believe…

Once, I was at a sleepover and it was real late at night. A few of my friends decided to do "Bloody Mary" so we waited until twelve to do it. So my friend that was having the sleepover went and got a candle and the five of us piled into her bathroom. We all already had closed our eyes and started to spin around as say "bloody mary" three times. After the third time we opened our eyes and we saw red glowing eyes in the mirror and what looked like a lady with long black hair in the mirror. We ran out of the bathroom screaming our heads off. Later we found out that her brother had overheard us talking about doing bloody mary and he went a nd got this motion light thing he had, a manican head thing, and a long black wig. What he had did was he set up the motion light to turn on when we walked into the bathroom and he had put the wig on the head. we were so mad at him and we didn't sleep for the rest of the night. he did that when we were twelve but we were still so scared.

I used to believe…

When I was around five, I became rather fixated with vampires. First, I thought my mom was a vampire, and thought she would bite me at night while I was sleeping. Then, I briefly thought that I had somehow become a vampire, because I thought my teeth were poinity, and that I'd have to spend all my life controlling myself and trying not to bite my parents.

Finally, I thought that vampires would come into my bedroom through my window and try to bite me. I thought the only way I could stop them was by sleeping with the covers up to my chin. My theory was that since they'd have to pull back the covers to get to my neck, they simply wouldn't bother. And if they did try to pull back the covers, I'd immediately wake up and they'd flee. It became a habit, and it was only in the last few years that I felt safe sleeping over the covers, even though I wasn't scared of being attacked by a vampire anymore.

I used to believe…

When I was young, I would try to figure out how the Tooth Fairy got in the house. The only conclusion I could come to was that she land on the window sill and tear a hole in the window screen.

I used to believe…

One time, this package came, so we had this big cardboard box in the middle of the kitchen. Well, I named the box and pretended to marry it. Then, I found out my mom was going to throw it away, and I decided it was necessary for me and the box to get a divorce. When I told my mom, she laughed and I got upset because I didn't think it was funny and thought she was mean for making me get a divorce.

I used to believe…

As a child, I had a series of imaginary friends...
I remember I always wanted a puppy, so I had an imaginary black puppy who I used to carry around all the time.
I also had a duck, and he was green and black. But he never had a name, but I still can picture him to this day.
Also, there was a tree outside my house, and I adopted him as my own and I named him Barky and I made sure nobody cut him down...Well, it's been a few years now, and sadly, Barky has been cut down a few months ago. I miss him.
Heh, I wasn't much of a normal child...

I used to believe…

Me and my sister shared a room when I was little, and we believed in the tooth fairy. We used to think up what our own personal tooth fairies looked like, mine resembeled Janet Jackson, my sister's resembeled Queen Amidala.

I used to believe…

When I was five, I used to believe that on some nights a wicked witch would come upto my house and peck on my window outside my bedroom with her index finger, but never enter the house fortunately. I got that idea from some picture story books that were read to me, where a child that was in bed on a windy night thought that a wicked witch was tapping on his window, but as it turned out, it was just the branches of a tree hitting the window. I did not understand the second part of that story and I still believed that there were witches around even though my my tried to explain it. Fortunately, I got over the fear of witches within two years.

i used to have an imaginary friend i think i used to call boso but i'm not sure now when he got excited he used to talk in a really sqeaky voice from the back of his throat when he meant next monday he said last monday and when he meant tomorow night he said last night and he used to say rrrnakkydak which meant lucky duck i met him again years later before my 21 birthday i didn't recognize him at first he sat next to me and his eyes were yellow and then turned blue when i looked at him that happened a couple of times evryone in the room knew there was sombody there but i was the only on who could see him then i asked this guy joe who's that fella with the turning eyes and he asked me if i was a machine and i asked why and he said you must be a machine if you can see him but i don't think i am. and then i started to remember and i held out my little finger and he shook it with his little finger like we used to do

I used to believe…

When I was in kindergarten and it was St. Patrick's Day my teacher told the class that it was possible to see a leprachaun that day. She said that they were stone statues the rest of the year and it was the one day they could come alive. She said she knew because there was a stone leprechaun in the teacher's lounge and it was alive now. During recess we all went and searched for it on the playground. She would say "there it goes!" and point in the other direction and we all went running that way. We searched all recess until she called us in. When she asked if anybody needed to go back out to pour sand from their shoes, I said I needed to but I really searched for the leprechaun some more. I never saw it, but I firmly believed it must have been there. I figured I just had to wait until next year. Surely, then, my luck would be better.

I used to believe Santa was a demon working for the devil to lure kids into liking him so he could take them away and make them work for him as slave elfs forever until Santa died. As soon as i told my mom this, she was hysterical and told me Santa was a loving character who brought toys to good boys and girls as a reward for their excellent behaviour.

I used to believe…

When I was real little, I used to believe that I was a witch, like I thought that I could walk around and make whatever I wanted to happen. I used to carry a wand around and people would ask me about it and if I didn't want to answer them, I'd cast a spell and they'd leave.
Unfortunately, that spell involved poking them in the eye...

I used to believe…

When I was about four years old I had an imaginary friend named something like Katie, and she was the one chick off "Frosty the Snowman." I don't remember much of her but my parents tell me that one day I had an argument with her and I lost... Yeah... She went away after that.

And to this day I have these four girls based off a slightly more psychotic me and my three best friends. Just the other day in math class the one based off me started accusing people of calling her instable (maybe she can read other peoples' minds? o.O). Except now I don't call them "Imaginary friends" I call them "voices"

Eh, people think I'm crazy anyway...

I used to believe…

my friend believed in Bloody Mary so we went into a dark bathroom and she said Bloody Mary three times.......(my hand was on the light switch incase one of us got really scared) sooo since nothing happened she tappped on the mirror and said "Bloody Marey are you there?" when she finished saying that I flickered the lights quickly and she screamed, ran out of the bathroom and pee'd in her pants a little

I used to believe…

When I was little a friend told me that if you didn't sleep on Christmas Santa wouldn't come, but one of his elves would come and kill you! I was deathly afraid of elves

I used to believe…

My favorite animal is the tiger. When I was younger (kindergarden-3rd grade), I had a family of imaginary Bengal tiger friends. They all had names and a unique personality. My favorite was a female named Tiger who could kill anybody and run faster than a cheetah. My teacher was concerned about my playing alone during recess and asked me if I was ok. I told her yes, I was just playing with my tiger family. You can imagine the look I got.