people

whenever i sat by my bookshelf and it was really really quiet, my ears would start ringing, and get louder and louder... sometimes i would hear this creepy woman's voice! i thought it was someone dead trying to talk to me or something...

kate

I used to believe that if you talk bad about someone who died then they come and haunt you.

Angel

When I was young my dad used to tell me that if I was very ill I needed to watch my left side. Because the Grim Reaper always comes to your left to claim you and if you see him, then he will run away instead. It's stupid, but for some reason I still look.

Angel

When I was a little kid I used to believe that after you die you go to the next stage- which is being a zombie- and then you turn into a frankenstein guy- and then you split up with yourself and part of you turns into a walking skeleton and the other part turns into a ghost and then after that the skeleton dies and the ghost floats up to Heaven!

Stupid Idiot

When I was younger, my grandmother kept a bowl of candy hidden and gave some to me whenever I came over. Well I happen to know where the candy was hidden, so one day when I was over at her house, I snuck some extra candy while she was upstairs. After she died a couple years later, I went to the funeral, but I was too afraid to go up close to the casket because I was worried she would punish me for taking the candy.

Junie

I used to believe that you died when you turned 100, the exact second.

Tianne

I used to believe that I had to wash my hair 300 times a day because I thought I would die if I didn't.

Idiot

I used to believe that if you didnt rush into an elevator fast enough, the doors would close on you and chop off your limbs, or even kill you. I only thought this because i remember watching television one day when i was very young and ill so taking time off school, and there was a programme where the subject was the dangers of not entering lifts fast enough, and there was a plastic model of a woman there with no arms, and she was suppossed to be an example of what had happened to a real girl. I really must have hallucinated the whole thing!

Anon

When I was younger i heard all the stuff in church about 'eating christs body', but my mum was not religious so i never really had anyone to explain things to me, so I thought that we must be suppossed to literally eat EVERYONE we love once they died, but that we had stopped doing it here in britain because most people are not religious, but that in America, people still did it and that was what 'thanksgiving' was. All the people who died that year would be stored and then eaten by their family/friends on thanksgiving, and they would all be so 'thankfull' for the big meal they got. I also thought that spam was 'left over' dead people who died here in britian, who no one cared about, like tramps and stuff, and that they were made into spam so that the genral public would eat them as that would be the cheapest way of 'salivating' (salvating) them.

Anon

I used to believe that dead people were conscious and able to talk once they had been buried, and that the corpses used to yell to the people buried near them and have conversations and stuff, but that only other dead people could hear them because they were underground. I used to think they must get really bored just lying in their coffins forever.

Anon

When I was in kindergarten, we used to listen to this moody song at naptime called Inchworm. A beautiful female voice sings solemnly, while a group of children whisper the chorus. I hope these lyrics refresh your memory.

Inch worm, inch worm
Measuring the marigolds
Could it be, stop and see
How beautiful they are

(Chorus of kids:)
Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

So, one day at Grandma's house, I’m flipping through channels on the TV, with the volume down, and Inchworm is stuck in my head. I come across Pink Floyd's The Wall on one channel. It's the scene where the kids are falling off the conveyor belt, into the shredder, and being ground into hamburger meat. I instantly associated "Inchworm" with the image of the ground meat oozing from the shredder and believed that this was a documentary about kids who were bad at school.

Matte

My sisters and I used to believe that when you would die you could turn in to an animal. My sister wanted to turn in to kitty cat i wanted to be a dog.

butthead Jones

When I was 3 I thought grown-ups were lying to us about going to heaven. I finally asked my pre-school teacher, "If we are supposed to go to heaven when we die, why do they put us in the ground with the devil?"

Amber

i thought my great nan had died by flying a kite near a plyon and getting it chaught and she climbed up to get it, but in fact she died of natural causes. i also had just leant about being eletricuted by pylons and it was a dream.

louise