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- If you don't hold your breath as you pass a cemetery you will die or become possessed.
- People killed in films or on TV die in real life.
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I believed that the spirit of my grandfather lurked in my room each night, so I slept in my parents room for years. The funny thing is, I have 2 grandfathers, one is dead, the other still isn't. (but he's 85) I was scared of the spirit of the one who is still alive! (he was an absent father, and a pretty lousy grandfather, but I give him credit) I honestly don't know why this was, I must have been confused about which one was which.
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I used to believe that if you accidentally inhaled a whiff of Raid whilst killing a bug, that you only had a few hours to live. And I did once, when I was six. Inhale a whiff, that is. But I didn't die, which was a relief after a pretty tortured hour of doubt. And I didn't tell Mom about it, because I wasn't supposed to be using the Raid. So I walked around thinking "this is the last time I'll ever get to do _______ again", like swinging or climbing a tree, or watching CHiPs.
When I was six I thougth I would never die
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After watching a vintage Disney cartoon, and hearing other tales of that strange time called midnight, I arrived at the following conclusions:
1. Night and day occurr simotaniously all over the globe.
2. At midnight, the dead walk the earth.
It was terribly disturbing to think of these dead souls, wandering the landscape, rotting and miserable, some with their existances worn down to a single skull and spine, dragging itself along by worn teeth.
Naturally, I knew that these dead, although horrible and frightening, had no business with, and thus, meant no harm to me, and so I must expose myself to their existance.
I watched my clock and waited, patiently. Midnight arrived and I approached my window, ready to be terrified by the vision of what, I myself, would one day be.
No one was there.
I was always scared to death at funerals. Even now it bothers me. As I sat there, I was afraid the people would rise up out of the coffins and take revenge upon those who had wronged them and I was most scared at my Father's funeral because I'd had so many nightmares around his death where he'd chased me with an axe and told me it was my fault. I was afraid that, as I bent down to kiss him, he would start choking me to death so he could take me with him.
At the age of three my cousin and I believed that people automatically died when they reached the age of 20. I have a clear memory of panicking when he told me my Dad was at least 19.
My older brother told me that speed bumps were really dead people covered in cement.
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My grandmother frequently tells everyone that, when I was young and in a cemetary for a funeral, I claimed, "It's all right, when it's night, they all come out and dance."
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I used to believe that if you died you could have 'an operation' to bring you back to life.
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I used to believe that I was certain to be hit by a car and killed while wearing a red polka-dotted dress at the age of 19. However, this fear didn't stop me from also worrying that I would randomly die in my sleep.
I used to believe that my grandpa died while mowing the lawn. I imagined that as he walked across the lawn, the mower went out of control and flew backwards, severing his legs. I figured that he must've died from the loss of blood, and I felt bad that he had to die in such a cruel way.
Later I learned that he died of a heart attack in his home. I didn't believe my parents when they told me the truth of his death. Lawnmowers still frighten me; I'm afraid that they'll sever my legs, too.
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When I was little, I used to believe that if you put your hands in the air, then you couldn't be killed. This was why whenever anyone pulled a gun in Starsky & Hutch, everybody would quickly put their hands up.
When I was a kid I was convinced that the world would end by a nucleur explosion.
As small children, my friend and I believed that when you die you must always lie flat on the ground, face up, arms straight out like a "T", with your eyes shut. It was impossible for people to die any other way.
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This wasn't my belief, it was my sister's friend's. When he was a kid he would spend the evenings in the living room with his family. He thought that he had to look at them all in turn in a particular order and if he stopped, then the last person he looked at would die. He was also too scared to tell them why he did this. So every evening he would keep looking at everyone in turn and his siblings got really freaked out!
My mate used to live near a cemetry and we would walk through it occasionally. He used to tell me not to walk on top of the old graves because you'd wake up the dead people.
We did a lot of jumping.
When I was in either kindergarden or early elementary school, the idea of death was creeping around my mind, and I used to think that if i held my breath once in a while, someone else could live just a little while longer because there would be more air for them in the world.
our mother
told us that if you stepped on a sharp object like a pin or tiny piece of glass, that it could go thru your blood veins to your heart and kill you.
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when i was a kid we whre told that hoping around a chair on one foot with only one sock on meant that someone was going to die .
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When I was little me and my brother used to have a competition to see who would be the prime minister of the house for a week, and we had policies and debates [yes, as all children do]. One day when I was writing down some policies I saw on the news that someone had committed suicide and that it was tragic, and I thought that committing suicide was mass murder or something. Later on when we had out "debate" I proposed "Everyone that commits suicide should be put in prison for life"... oh my.
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