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I used to believe that there were ghosts in the attic and even when the lights were on they were there. We lived in a house that was over 200 years old, so I *knew* something sinister had occured there before we moved in, hence the need for ghosts. I also knew that repeating the word "wing" as I went up to get what I needed and came back would protect me from them.
so I'm Portuguese, and in Portugal there's this legend about a young seamstress, long ago, that was very poor. she made a promised to the Virgin Mary that, if she managed to start earning money with her sewing machine, she would give her first day's pay to the church. but when it happened she didn't, she just spend the money. so after she died (supposedly she died very young and poor) she had to work and work to try and make up for the promise, but she could never because her first day's pay was already spent.
my grandmother was also a seamstress and she told me that, when seamstresses work late, they can sometimes hear the Seamtress' old noisy sewing machine and her crying because she's doomed to sew for eternity.
one night I was staying at my grandma's (I should've been something between 6 and 8 years old) and she was working late sewing some clothes I had accidentally ripped, and I was laying in the couch. when she was done and stopped the pedal, I swear I could hear another sewing machine working! I was scared like Hell!
my grandmother told me the Seamstress doesn't harm anyone, though. she told me she's just a reminder to always keep your promises. I think she was just messing with my head, but I still can't explain where that sewing machine noise was coming from!
I used to believe, that if you saw a ghost you would die. i always tried to go to graeyards to find ghosts and after i did i would ask them what ghost killed them. it never occored to me that if i saw them "i would die"
When I was little, my older brother used to sleep in my room on the floor (he was afraid of the dark!!). Well, in the wall, you could hear this faint buzzing sound. And if you tapped on the wall, it got really really loud. My sweet loving brother, who loved to scare me told me that it was ghosts and that our house was haunted. It turned out that it was actually bumble bees in the wall.
If you put your hands out of the covers at night, then ghosts will come and take your hands and give you ghost hands.
The reason I was most afraid of ghosts was because I thought that if I saw one, they'd kill me for discovering their secret. So many times when I was lying in bed, worried that I'd see one I said out loud, trembling "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone if I see you by accident, I promise".
i used to beleve that when i played a tune on a piano a ghost would fly pash and grab me so i stopped playing that tune .then my mum told me she said that because she was sick of me playing on the piano
When I was a child I used to believe that the steam rising from my food were ghosts.
When I was about 7 we moved to a new house. The neighbors didn't hesitate to tell me about the previous owner's wife who committed suicide in the house. For years I was terrified to go into the basement. Sometimes the kitchen faucet would turn on by itself, and other times we would hear "footsteps" in the attic. The kitchen problem turned out to be a faulty washer, and the attic problem was caused by squirrels in the eves. For years I believed in ghosts.
When i was Younger, i was very very scared of death. I slept in an attic room and beside my bed was this awful 80s chrone and faux leather chair..as i was tucked in every night i would lie looking at the shiny chrome leg of the chair..and somehow in it i used to see a black figure in my door way.. which i fully belived was Death watching me. it took me a year to realise this wasnt infact the spectre of Death, but the reflection of the black leather seat above.
I saw that movie Poltergeist when I was young. I was really scared of the static channels on the television. Ghosts somehow lived amongst the static. If you looked and listened really carefully you could hear and see them
When I was about 3, I was awake in the middle of the night, and my uncle had fallen asleep on the couch with the tv on. I wanted to watch it, but I knew that I'd get in trouble for being up. So, I put a blanket over my head (an afghan, with the holes in) so I could be a ghost. I thought my uncle wouldn't be able to see me, so I watched tv through the holes.
When I was little I was conviced if you said twinkee in a mirror 3 time a foot would appear.
My Grandpa told my little brother and I that there was a ghost named Blakemoore, and you could only see his shoes. Whenever we saw an unfamiliar empty pair of shoes sitting around we would get excited and say it was him. After a while it got to where we couldn't see his shoes anymore and he was following us around 24/7. We never really disagreed much over what he was doing. He liked to sing. We would sing with him alot. And whistle.
I once started a rumour around my infant school about the ghost in the boys toilet. This became common knowledge and pretty soon everyone had a toilet pal, which was a friend who you always went to the toilet with in case the ghosts was about.
Well one day I needed to go the toilet but my toilet pal was off school sick. I needed to go so I walked up to the door and stuck my head round, ran in, did the business and ran out. I'd never been so scared in my life. Some how I'd seemingly forgotten that the ghost was in fact a figment of my own imagination.
I used to believe that my blanket was a special kind of body shield that blocks ghosts and monsters from harming you.
Me and my sister used to believe that there was a scary ghost thing called Darkrai that would eat us in our sleep if we didn't want to brush our teeth, eat our vegetables, or anything else that my parents wanted us to do. We would wake up our parents in the middle of the night because we were afraid that Darkrai was in our room and going to eat us.
But when my parents were so frustrated that they had to get up every night to our room to make sure there's no Darkrai in our closet, they told us that the whole Darkrai thing was all fake and they made it up just to get us to do stuff we didn't want to do. That's when we learned that Darkrai was fake and my parents were lying all along!
When I was young and would wake up at night I'd always want to go through to my parents room.
The problem was on the landing I was in the middle bedroom and my parents were the one closest the stairs. I always believes the one at the end of the landing (our spare room) was haunted by ghosts. There were white ghosts which just hassled you before the big black ghost would come out.
When I got myself too scared to stay in my own room I use to run to the top of the stair and crawl into a ball as they couldnt see me if I stayed still.
Then I'd call my mum to come get me as the ghosts were deaf and couldnt hear me! It even went as far as during the day when I was going down the stairs I'd call out to my mum saying I was coming down so if a ghost got me she'd wonder where I was !!
when i was in fourth grade a few friends and I wanted to contact ghosts....having seen The Shining and Amityville Horror 3-D we were convinced that contact had everything to do with place...So, we decided the safest place to contact a ghost would be at the foot of the altar at our Catholic School's church...four of us one afternoon sat in a circle holding hands calling to a dead person below the altar...ten minutes into it we were busted by the old widow who took care of the church
Someone once told me when I a child that if you rubbed cow's tears under your eyes, you can see ghosts,but the bad part was they would haunt you forever. It took me a long time before I stopped believing.