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I once told my little brother that when our house had been built one of the men working on it had fallen into the cement and drowned in it, and that his body was still under our house. I then proceeded with that this man haunted our house and looked out the window and pretended i saw him walking up the driveway. When I got older I would think on that and get scared when I was downstairs in the den by myself....just in case it was real.
when my sister and i were little, we would go to stores like home depot. well stores like that had concrete floors, and there were always stains and spots all over them, so we thought that ghosts left them, so we would follow them and go ghost hunting.....we used to call it "following the clues"
i used to have bunkbeds and believed that if i slept on the bottom bunk a ghost appear.
Well when I was 7 or so I had just seen the movie The Shining.. And there was this one part in the movie when this reaky dead woman pops outta the bath tub and after I watched that movie I was scared so after i took my shower I would close my shower door and dry myself off quickly 'cause I thought that the lady from the movie would get me...
I used to believe that while i was walkin up the creeky old stairs (my hous is 94 yrs old) that the creeks & squeaks were people shouting HELP! and if you walk too slow they'd get you. I used to run up & down the stairs to keep away from those ghosts.
When I was young, I used to believe that churches were ghosts's houses. My family was not religious, so when we visited a church, I didn't understand why we had to keep quiet. So my Dad told me it was "not to wake the ghosts". Strangely enough, still now, I tend to associate churches and ghosts in my dreams.
When i was first introduced to Casper the Friendly Ghost i immediately figured that surely there must be unfriendly ghosts and they would fly through my walls at night and try to harm me. I'd pleaded with my mom to stay with me until i fell asleep.
When my neighbor and I were little kids, she had a bar in her basement. Behind the bar was all this alcohol, but there was a bottle of vodka, that scared us to death. There was some sticky brown substance on the front of it, and we thought the bottle housed a ghost. We never ever played close to the bar for fear that the ghost would come out and kill us. I guess that explains why I still don't drink vodka!
Despite being in my mid-twenties, I have a very active imagination. Ever since seeing a certain Japanese horror film some years ago, I have been convinced that the vengeful ghost of an angry little girl is lurking somewhere in my house every night. Lights and pillows tucked behind my back seem to keep this fear away, but I still walk a little faster going up the stairs every night....and I don't dare to look behind me!
I lived in Hawai'i for a long time, and we have many beliefs over there. Most of the kids ride in the back of their parents trucks, never inside the truck. Well, I loved to ride in the back. We lived in Kihei and a lot of our friends where on the other side of the island. There was a twisty road to get to the other side, and at night it would be scary from all the island ghost stories. I would freak out that a ghost was going to attack me in the back of the truck.
When me and my cousin were young, we believed there was a ghost in one of my grandparents bedroom closets. So, we tried to "fight" the ghost using toilet plungers. I carried around the manual plunger while my cousin used the heavy-duty automatic "super-sucker". Boy, were we weird!
I'm from Hawai'i and theres this one windy road that if you drive there late and night there's going to be a white lady if you look back in your rear view mirror. I use to get scared of that story. But not anymore.
One time I was in Thailand (I used to live there). When my dad was a monk, I went to sleep in his place one night. Before that. I was lighting holy candles at the place where the big "statue" suppose to be. Also, i throw rocks around the temple. After that night I dreamed something so freaky and scary!!!! God, I was do scared. I went back to the temple and said sorry to the spirits. My dad told me spirits are real and they can come and scare you. It freakled me out and it had not ended. I'm 13!
I used to think that ghosts rode on vaccum cleaners
When I was a kid, I used to think there were ghosts in my bedroom. One day my mum came home and gave me a spray bottle full of clear liquid and said it was called "Ghost Spray". She told me to spray it whenever I felt scared and it would make the ghosts disappear. I believed this for years and years until I got old enough to realise it was just water in a spray bottle.
When I was about 6 or 7, I always used to be able to hear the high schoolers in my neighborhood outside my house early in the morning going to the bus stop. For some strange reason, I always thought that they thought my house was hanuted...I always wanted to open up my window and yell out, "This house is NOT haunted!" Luckily I never did.
When I was in Grade One, my school shared the same building as my church, and the other students in my grade believed that there was a ghost in the chapel room who played the piano after everyone left. You could hear the piano playing, but it was actually someone practicing for the next service on Sunday. The kids didn't believe that, however.
One day, myself and several classmates were walking past the chapel when we heard the piano playing again. Suddenly, one kid looked through the window and shouted, "It's the Chapel Ghost! Run!" All the other kids ran away. I peeked into the window to see for myself.
It was a man carrying a pile of clear plastic covers, which partially hid his face.
The "Chapel Ghost" was never brought up again.
My classmates believed that there was a ghost who lived in our auditorium and played the piano that was in there when no one was there (the building that housed our school was also a church, so the pianist would practice for the next service in there.) (Another thing to note: I didn't believe this story). One day, a bunch of my classmates and I were walking by the room, when the piano playing started again. One of the kids looked in the window and yelled, "It's the ghost! RUN!" and many of the students ran away. I looked into the window to see for myself what the kid had seen.
It was a man carrying a pile clear plastic covers that concealed his face.
After that, the "ghost" was never brought up again.
i used to believe that there was a ghost in my kitchen so ever time the light blows out he comes and haughts me
Everytime i go in the bath room and locked the door iheard a scraping noice from the shower so if i made a noice like turn on water the ghost would kill me
Later,i found out that that scraping noice was the wind from the over head window