ghosts

I used to believe that the monsters (ghosts,...) came in my bedroom on the night to eat me or die me.

alexia,a french student in 8th grade

i used to think my highschool wasn't haunted but infact my teacher told me that it was built over a Pagan temple where little children were sacrificed.....and i thought they'd come for me one day...but i hyave eluded them so far.....

dude, my school haunted...

I used to believe when you died you became a ghost. Then, I didn't died.

basile,a french studiantein ain 8grade

My mother used to tell me that the cemetery was called the "Quiet Park." For many years I thought that ghosts played in cemeteries, but were very quiet about it.

Justin L

When I was little, I used to believe that when it stormed, the ghost in our house would become very mischievious and wreak havoc.

Jessica Tinch

I once believed that there were ghosts in computers, TV's, and mirrors. I desperately tried to stay away from them as much as I could. I saw a fake picture of a "ghost-hand" coming out of a TV and it scared me silly! I think I still have that fear somewhere in my subconcious that a ghost is going to grab me and pull me into the TV.

Jen

One night when I was about 5yrs old, my grandpa said look out the window theres a ghost. My cousin and I looked and a spoon was dangling and shaking near the window in the darkness. The next morning my grandpa said that my cousin had found the spoon. A couple years later I relised that it was only grandpa who had a peice of fishing wire conected to the spoon through the window shaking it.

Aye-Awe

i used to think that ghost cars were invisible.

Scared kitty

I used to believe that there were ghosts watching me when I slept. I would always stare into the shadows and imagine there was a person standing there. I was completely freaked out by the thought and hid under the covers. I also used to believe that when a relative/pet died they would appear over my head for a final farewell.

{ Jen }

For many years i believed that my room was filled with ghosts and they would watch me at night. Every night before going to sleep i would check beneath my bed and in my closet. I would then sleep with the blankets pulled over my head. One night i was even convinced that there was a skeleton standing against the wall and i layed in bed trying to stay as still as possible so he wouldn't kill me until morning when i realized it was just a sweater.

blonde

I used to believe that there were ghosts everywhere. My friend and i used to run around for hours spotting ghosts. One day we were convinced that a dent in the blinds on a window in her living room was the result of a ghost snake resting there. We also made friends with a skeleton that lived below her staircase. I was finally convinced that ghosts aren't real.

blonde

i use to think that there were ghosts always watching me.i felt like i could feel them all around me i still to this day i do.when i was 7 i thought that i saw a man iin my kitchen staring at me with pale white eyes like he was blind or somthing.i now have a head full of gray hair and refuse to sleep with out the hall light on.i will never forget that mans eyes.or what ever it was

chay

When I was about ten, there was this wierd Big TV screen at the mall. It was about the size of a human. When people walked across it, i thought that it was like a mirror that showed the ghosts in the mall, since it showed the same place that you would stand but it had actors walking across it. I refused to go into the mall for about two years.

Cucumbers

When I was 11 or so, a friend and I decided to have a seance. We drew the board, found a suitable glass, and sat down at the dining room in my house. Half way through it, the glass broke (crystal - my mom was really mad...). We called another friend, who was the school expert on all spiritual things, and she said that when the glass breaks it means the spirit is free in your house and doesn't want to leave. I was horrified.

It took me a few years before I was able to go in the dining room when I was home alone...

Yael

When I was quite young, maybe 3 or 4, I believed that there was a ghost in our house. I'd ask him to do all sorts of things for me, like to bring me the gumballs from the counter, or help me fly around the house. He didn't ever help me out, but since I was SURE he existed, I assumed he was just very stubborn. I would get very angry with him, and yell into thin air each time he didn't do what I asked him to, which was very often.

sarah