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We used to have a creepy painting in our basement of a lady in black leaning on a railing. I Never wanted to go by the painting because her eyes would follow me and she would get me. We have now moved away from that house and the painting is still there.
In my house is a crawl space. Its a little panel on the wall by the floor. You unscrew it and go down under the house. We store old junk down there and I've never been down there, only my parents have. In the back is a huge black panther statue. I used to think I wasn't allowed down there because the Panther would eat me.
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my mother told us that there was a mr. wall and if we touched the walls with our dirty hands he would take her away. we did and she hid in the closet acting like he took her. we had to promise mr. wall never to get the walls dirty again.
When I was about 3, I had a fear of ceiling fans. I guess I thought they might fall down and slice me up or something.
when i was about 4 my brother told me there was a little man in the fridge who turned the light on and off.he also told me there was one in the tv too.he said if i was quick enough i could catch him in the act.boy they must be quick cause im 35 now and still have'nt caught them yet.
When I was about 4, I was frightened of a pillow case with weird looking flowers on it, the flowers looked like little aliens...
I was special.....
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When I was younger, I wa scared to death to get out of bed during the night because I thought gravity turned off with the sun and you would just float away. I always made sure to go to the bathroom before bed.
I used to believe(6) that a nail in my bedroom wall,that had been painted but still had a piece of string hanging on it, would kill me if I ever touched it. We eventually moved house, but, would you believe there was another nail on the wall looking just as creepy. I never touched either.
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When we were young, my brother and I beleived that the vacuum cleaner must get terribly thirsty because of all the dust it picked up. We sucked up a pint of coke to quench it's thirst. Our mum wasn't impressed next time she tried to clean...
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i used to believe that a mortgage was a big pirates chest that my mom and dad used to keep in the attic.
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I dug a hole in my backyard as a kid and found some shards of old broken dishware. I honestly believed that this is what people meant when they spoke of "digging a hole to China" and assumed I had done so.
I have never got over the childhood habit of giving personalities and emotions to inanimate objects...I feel really sorry for cars on scrap heaps, bald Christmas trees that nobody wants, etc...just typing this made me want to cry!!
When I was a kid, I used to think that "wall to wall carpeting" meant that a room had carpet everywhere - on the floor, the walls, and the ceiling.
I always wanted to see a room with wall to wall shag carpeting.
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I use to believe that when somebody said "put some elbow grease into it" I thought there was really such a thing as elbow grease.
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When I was little, I always believed I was safe from the big bad wolf because I lived in a brick house.
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I used to believe that if you turned the thermastat temperature above 70 degrees that everything would melt.
I used to think that if you had a garage sale that meant you were selling the garage!
We lived in a victorian house with a 3rd floor attic with a catwalk around the outside of the house. My mother didn't want me on the roof so she told me if I fell off the roof I would turn into guacamole dip. How twisted is that? Pretty twisted since I believed that all my childhood.
When I was about twelve, my family moved into a new house that had a bit of a dirty slough running through the backyard. My younger brother (10 or so at the time) was fascinated by the slough. That is, he was, until I told him that the slough was the source of our drinking water. He believed me for two years.
When my great grandmother was alive, she lived in an old home with one of those wells with the bucket on a rope. My mother used to tell us that a man named Baggy Eyes and Bloody Bones lived in the well, and if we got too close he would get us. It kept my cousins and me from getting too close and falling in. To this day, I have a terrible fear of those wells.
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