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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.
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 that casper the friendly ghost was my boyfriend, so I used to write him love letters..what was I thinking lol!
when I was younger I used to believe that ghost were just people from the future. Here was my theory, when you saw a ghost, someone from the furure, the only reason that they would fade away was because they had changed the future. By changing them they would have to go because it it changed the future.
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 little the window to my room faced a portion of the street. at night i would see a light travel across my wall from one end to the other. it was always square shaped and happened sparadically (spelling). i assumed the lights were ghosts in my room. it wasnt until years later i realized everytime i saw those "ghosts" i heard a car drive by. it was the headlights shining through my window as they drove by. whenever i see a light go through the window at night, the first thing i think of are ghosts.
I used to believe that if I didn't climb my bunk bed ladder fast enough, Bloody Mary would grab my feet and pull me under the bed and eat me.
When I was a child I used to belive that when i shivered me a spirit was hugging me.
When I was a child I used to belive that one monster exist in my wardrobe.
When I was a child I used to belive that the cartoons exist in one planet different.
For only one day, I went to a local church's daycare (around 4-5 at the time). All I can really recall is seeing a rather large, somewhat old lady (this is in retrospect) in a white dress. I thought it was a ghost, and was scared to death. My mother had to come and take me home, then find another daycare as I refused to go back to "the place with the white ghost".
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.
Since I was a toddler, I believed in ghosts and bogeyman but I believed the rainy days could scare them off the streets and I would sleep soundly during the wet season :-)
There was a house we used to pass all the time on the way to church. It was a very lonely looking house, and the yard was rather unkept. Most of the times when we drove by the house, the front gate would swing open or swing close. It would only swing once. I was convinced that Casper the Ghost lived in the house, and when the gate swung, Casper was moving through the gate. No one was able to convince me otherwise.
I used to think that ghosts rode on vaccum cleaners
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.
My brother once noted some trees across the street were losing leaves. My babysitter and I then started telling him that ghosts lived in the the trees, and caused them to lose their leaves. She said they'd come out on Halloween, looking like trickortreaters, and then sluuuurrp back into the trees. He was on the verge of tears before I started telling him about the goblins in the fridge...
In kindergarten, after school, I used to hang out with some " cool, grown-up," fifth graders, Roxy and George.Being six years old, naive and superstitious, (sp?) I believed in a ghost they told me about, Marley.Marley was a headless clown-ghost in chains who ate brunettes.I WAS A BRUNETTE! Roxy was a brunette too, and she told me we would be safe on the slide, because Marley was afraid of yellow.George, the blond "dare devil' would get on top of the jungle gym and chant "Marley is coming!Marley is coming!" in a most somber voice.After a while, he would tell Roxy and I that Marley was on my lap, or in the playgroung swings beside us.
Little did I know that George was best friends with my best friend's ( Ashley) brother, who was an evil goth to me.After school one day, I was at ashley's house, playing with barbies.I had just told her all about Marley, when we heard a jingling sound , ( The jingling sound was the metal chains, spikes etc. on her brother's pants.) We heard I deep, moaning sound, so we hid under the bed. We saw a clown wig and attatched mask clovered in paint or ketchup and screamed our heads off!
Then ashley's big bro snuck up behing us and moaned.We screeched bloody murder! I was so scared I peed all over the carpet!
When I was little, I was terrified of the Phantom of the Opera, because I'd hear advertisements for it on the radio, and the music scared me, and I knew a phantom was a ghost. I always thought that when I was in my room alone the Phantom would come and get me.
Now... I'm a HUGE phan.
i been always terrified of BM(bloody marry)
when i was a little girl i always was interested in her i always read her stories.... even i know that the lights on but im still scared of her , now i cant go to the bathroom for 2 miniutes and if i do i always cover the mirror.
When I was in 2nd grade, I used to have a bunch of imaginary ghost friends. Me and a couple of my real friends would always play with them together. Their names were Cameron, Nate, and Molly. I know it sounds creepy, but sometimes I would let them take over my body so they could talk to other people. All of them were very friendly, and although I think I knew they weren't real, I loved them anyways. They disappeared for a few years, but then in 5th grade they were back--but Molly was gone, replaced instead by Amy. I remember Cameron having a crush on me :P I still see them sometimes now, but rarely. They helped me to mAke more than just one real friend.
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.