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In elementary everyone started to get into calling spirits from an empty bottle. You had to say a rhyme out loud while holding your hand over the bottle. As soon as you felt wind coming out of it, that meant the spirit was there.
I did this a few times and really believed that I had made friends with a spirit called Steven. He was always with me to look after me and at night he used to sit at the end of my bed to keep monsters and other ghosts away. I missed him when one day I realised he wasn't there anymore.
When I waz little i belived a ghost followed me in my parents room at night it was really scary i belive in ghosts but i kno its not a ghost i still get that feeling
When I was in Kindergarten, there was a grove of spindly trees by the door that led into the school building. these trees leaned against the wall, which is stone.
A girl I still know (and I'm in Junior High now) told me that she was sitting in the middle of the trees when a very pale boy wearing bloodstained clothing appeared an warned her away from the wall. The girl said that she was so scared that she ran TO the wall, and a torn up (as in, a ragged toy that was chewed on by as dog) bear, also pale, came out of the wall. My friend, the girl, was then chased by the bear around and around the trees, screaming for her life. (this was at Reccess, and none of the teachers heard her cries? Hmm...) The ghost bear cornered her against the wall, and scratched it deeply. Then it grabbed the ghost boy and jumped through the wall. (they would have ended up in the 2nd grade class room.)
My friend then showed me the scratch marks, and boy, was I scared! For about three years I was terrified to go near those trees alone, and even with others around, I was still scared. (Rather unfortuanate, since my class often had picnics on a grassy knoll right in front of the "Haunted Mini Forest".) Finally, my best friend convined me that my other friend, the girl, was yanking my chain.
the first time i watched the ghost busters movies i was just a kid. and i believed everything i saw. i totally believed that a pink ghost made of goo could come out of the tap. i made my dad run my bath and watch the water for a long time after that.
my primary school used to have everyone gather in this big room before classes started, and each grad ehad their own little area to stay in. the 2nd grade area was right next to this closet where everyone thought there were ghosts. this was because it was a very old building, and if you went in there, you could hear all these creaking noises.
much later, i figured out that the creaking noises were a result of the closet being located underneath a staircase, and it was just people on the stairs.
I used to believe there was a ghost in my bathroom.I cant believe I thought that!
Around 1st grade my friends and I were obsessed with ghosts and hauntings. We thought that ghosts had certain colors, example: black ghosts are the evil ones, red ghosts are evil too, Blue ghosts were evil but not AS evil and the White ones were nice. Well one day at YMCA summer day camp a light in the pool room was sort of broken and had a bluish tint to it. So my friend and I would get all freaked out telling everybody that a blue ghost was by the light watching us.
when i was about 6, my older cousin told me that you got a nightmare if you slept facing a wall. i believed him for years...
he also told me that any little spots of light that are on your wall are ghosts and are coming to get you!!!! i believed that for years too...
When I was little I had a friend named Janine. We were convinced that there were ghosts everywhere, following us around. We'd go to the playground at my school on the weekend and run around trying to find ghosts. Once we went on the computer and searched for ghosts. One picture came up that was really small so we clicked on it to enlarge it. It came up really big, and I pissed myself I was so scared! I showed my mom the picture because she wanted to know why I was scared. SHe looked at it and burst out laughing. It was a picture of a bunch of guys dressed up in some rain coats. I haven't beleived in ghosts since.
When i was little i used 2 belive we had a ghost called Fred and used 2 cry when we went on holiday because he would be on his own and might get stollen if we got broken in 2
when i was really little my sister got an old sheet and cut holes for eyes. she came to me and said she was a ghost. this ghost would visit me sometimes and give me nice soft hugs. i was unsure about whether this was really a ghost that looked like a sheet, or my sister....
I told my cousin about Bloddy Mary and she got scared and never went in the bathroom and was always wetting herself
One day my family talking about ghosts when my little sister piped "Remember when we saw REAL ghosts?" She looked so convinced that my mother dug into her head to find out why she was so convinced she saw a real ghost. Two years earlier we had been on the Haunted Mansion ride at Disneyland, and all of this time she had believed in ghosts!
When my famliy and I went to Disney World for th first time in 1998 we went on this "Hunted" ride and my sis the chiken rode with my older bro and half way thrugh the ride all you herd was this little 7 year olds voice yelling HELP THE BAD GHOSTS GETTING ME!!!!!!!! well need less to say we NEVER went on that ride again
While playing in the basement at age 5, I was fairly certain I had seen a ghost for a split second as it turned a corner. It looked like my next-door neighbor, only flat like paper.
Our house was and still is haunted by the ghosts of cats and everytime I go to bed I can feel one curling up by my foot and hear one mewing at my window some of them would even follow me to school, which made me scare my peers by rambling on and on about them but I really am glad that we still have ghosts though I do feel sorry for the poor kitties.
When i was living with my grandmother, my older cousin told us that the huge pine tree beside the house was haunted with ghosts, and that whenever the garden chimes rang, they came out. In the winter, my two cousins, me and my sister built a 3 ft. fort and hid behind it so the ghosts couldnt get us when the chaims rang.
My older couisn loved telling ghost stories to her younger brother, me, and my younger sister. We had just moved up near her, living with my grandparents while our house was built. She said Ghosts didn't like purfume, so we sprayed everything-the beds, walls, windows, fan, books, even each individual card out of a deck-with purfume in me and my sisters room. When our parents found out, they made us scrub it off the walls and everything.
when i first moved to be closer to family, my older cousin told her little brother, me, and my little sister about ghosts living around us all the time. We had just built our house when we went exploring with my dad in the backyard, when we found a big bumb in the ground. Daddy said that a big bear was buried their, and in turn my cousin told us that the ghost bear was living in our cellar. the cellar is divided into two rooms: the actual hard-floor, and a carpated area where we all sit and watch tv at night. Once when i was cuddling with my mom, i saw through the cat door into the hard-wood area a glowing light. i was convinced this was the Ghost Bear.
When i was young i thought that if you said that ghosts weren't real they would get mad so i would go to my room and apologize