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When I was little for some silly reason, I used to believe that witches would fly around the neighbourhood looking into the windows of little kids and if the little kids weren't alseep by 9.30pm the witches would kidnap them and take them away to a place where no-one could save them. I have no idea where I got this Idea from, but If i couldn't get to be bed at night and it was almost or around 9.30pm, I used to close my eyes tightly and pretend I was asleep. It really scared me and I belived it till I was about 11.
I used to believe that if I ever left my arms or legs sticking out from under the covers of my bed a witch would come in the middle of the night and chop them off. I still feel nervous about it now!
My older brother used to tell me all the time that there was a witch who lived in milk and every time I drank it, she'd go down into my belly and cut me with her long fingernails while laughing her wicked laugh (which he'd demonstrate, laughing witchily and clawing his fingers in the air). I was terrified of drinking milk for years.
I asked him once why he could drink it in tea without the milk-witch bothering him and he said the milk witch died when poured into hot liquid so she couldn't hurt him.
Everyone in my family still has a laugh about this now and again...
I used to believe that nuns were real life witches. I remember being on an elevator with my mother and a nun, and hiding behind my mother so the nun wouldn't get me.
I used to believe that when I turned 16 I would become a witch. I was interested in witches and read many books about them so I must have gotten the idea from a book. I also was convinced that being a witch was inherited and that my mother was one, but she wouldn't tell me. She has long black hair and people would tell her she looked like a witch, so I was sure she was waiting to tell me until I was 16. Unfotunatly I didn't become a witch, but my mom later told me that she wanted to be a witch when she was a kid too. So, I guess the desire to be a witch does run in the family!
After seeing The Wizard of Oz and hearing the story of Hansel and Gretel, I began having a recurring nightmare that a witch with really really long finger nails would come out of the heat register that was under my bed and tickle me,gently at first and then harder and harder until those blood red nails were piercing my skin. I woke up screaming every night for months,no matter what my parents tried. I still (in my 20's) can't have any arms or legs hanging off the bed , and I have my bed right on the floor so there can't possibly be anything under there. Witches are scary...
When I was little I thought if I slept with my hands beneath the pillow, witches flying past my bedroom window could not see me.
I used to believe that everytime I blinked, the lights would go out and that it was a witch who was turning them off.
When I was in 1st grade I thought that witches lived in the house behind my school and that if you put your hand over the fence that they would cut it off.
If you don't smash egg shells witches use them as boats.