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I used to believe that Harry Houdini, the magician, was buried in my front yard. I would go there and ask his ghost to give me magical powers too. Man did I get some weird looks from my neighbors.
When I was ten I used to see little spots of lights "walking" across the ceiling. I thought it was a ghost of a baby, leaving its footprints as it passed through my room. I later worked out that when a car passed by our house at night, the lights would move through gaps in our venetian blinds and cause the ghostly reflections on our ceiling.
I used to read in bed and the light from the lightbulb would leave the imprint on my eyes. only i thought that this was ghosts coming out from the lightbulb and into my eyes. and since my mum couldn't see them when i got her to look i figured they must have already "got" her :S
As a young boy, I was told by my parents that a type of ghost roamed the streets at night. This ghost was split in half at the waist. The upper part would roam the streets looking for victims and the only way to stop him is to find the lower half and pour salt so that he could not reconnect. I always carried salt!
When I was little I used to believe that my room was haunted and if the room was all dark the ghost would show itself, I still think it's spooky to turn the lights of when I go to sleep...
I used to think that a man named Mr. Rap used to live under our porch. and if I went outside, He would grab me and take me to the black hole.
When I was little my grandparents told me that there was an old man, "Mr. Brown, who lived in our house and he drowned in the bathtub upstairs. After they told me that, I was horrified of that bathroom and avoided it whenever I could, and used the one downstairs.
I used to believe that casper the friendly ghost was my boyfriend, so I used to write him love letters..what was I thinking lol!
I used to believe that if i went to bed with dirty feet, that ghosts would come get and take me to the devil and i would never see my family again.
On a trip to the mountains, my uncle told me and my cousins that the sign, "Watch out for Falling Rock" meant that the ghost of the evil Indian chief, Falling Rock, was loose and that we had to watch out for him because he liked to murder kids. I avoided the mountains for years.
I *have* seen ghosts. I'm not lying. But when I was two, I saw the shadow of my cat (who has...spiky hair). I thought it was a ghost, and I thought I had to make the ghost happy. So I got a piece of lunch meat, a pillow, and even tried to make a bed for it out of Tinkertoys.
Imagine my suprise when I saw the cat sleeping on the pillow in the morning. xP
When I was 7, my cousin, then 14, told me that when a train whistle was blown, a little boy who was decapitated by a train would come looking for a head to take.
I am still unsettled when I hear a train whistle.
I used to be certain that ghosts were always just beyond your vision. So I would always spin my head around looking for them when I entered a dark room. If I couldn't find them, then they couldn't find me!
when i was little my sister used to write me letters from a 'ghost' called Googly. I believed in Googly for a long time (he lived under my lamp)and i used to love hearing about him and his family!!!!
i used to believe that if i screamed WAZZUP!!! into the street while putting the milk bottles out when i was six, that the echo would kill the ghosts and everyone would be left alone by ghosts for the night.
When I was 5 or six I never turned the light on in the bathroom at night as I thought ghosts would be able to see me. I also didn't flush the toilet, as this would have been silly, you know as they'd hear it and know where I was. I'm not really sure why I thought ghosts lived in my bathroom
I used to believe that the steam rising off my food was ghosts. one evening my mother put a fresh bowl os pasta down in front of me. i was starving so i grabbed my fork and went to eat a mouthful and suddenly saw it!GHOSTS! i screamed and threw my pasta to the floor, smashing the bowl, and ran crying and screaming to my room.
I used to believe that if you didn't shut the doors in our house, the ghosts would come in the room.
We have this extra flat on the top of our house, which is pretty much empty. Me and my friends used to have sleepovers up there, and me and my sister used to believe it was haunted because we kept hearing wailing in the corridor. It was actually just our old cat who couldn't sleep.
I used to believe that as long as the flame of my candle was ornage that there were no ghosts around, but as soon as it went blue or flickered there was a ghost near by.