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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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Poison. How it works: it tastes so bad that you istantly die of fright. Hmmm.
I used to think that if you weren't buried in a cemetery or if you were cremated then your ghost would remain on Earth for eternity, and that was why you occasionally will hear voices.
You know when theres a really loud sound and you close and open your ears and it sounds weird when i was little my brother told me that was a sign of death if you do that i got scared well that happend when i was 8 im 15 now ^-^
Back in university, my friend told me that when you see a white butterfly, it's the person's soul coming back to reassure loved ones... and every time I've lost someone, I've always seen a white butterfly come and fly about me... so I hold them i reverence....
When I was about 4 my mom told my friend tyler that he couldnt touch the green electrical boxes or he would die. He naturally told me this terrible consequence and I never touched a green box again till I was 12.
When I was really young I used to think that dead bodies wouldn't start rotting until they were buried.
When I was a child,I used to believe the people would die on their birthday and when it was my birthday I was scared to die ...happy birthday!!
The stars are the souls of your dead friends and family. The first ones you see are them.
I belived that when someone died they would be watching down on you from above....fair enough! But it led to a strange paranoia about whether or not they were watching me whilst I was on the toilet.....
that if you stuck out your tongue at your mother, your hand would stick up out of the grave when you died.
When I was little I used to believe that everone died at the same time. I thought God would pick a day when everyone all over the world (which at the time consisted of 4 or 5 people) would lie down on the pavement and they would be gone. There was no dying, only death- it just was. All I knew was that no one would be left behind.
One morning when I was about 5, I must have waken from a strange dream, because when i woke I belived that if I stopped blinking I would somehow fall over and die. So I began blinking rapidly over and over, and i remember being really worried. My parents started laughing when they found out why and immediatly made me stop.
When i was little, i used to believe that when you die, you go to gad and tell him what you wnat to be, i thought my grandad was a tree!! I aleways wanted to be a butterfly.
I remember when I was a child my sister told me that my uncle Joseph died because my Grandma strangled him with a telephone cord because he wouldn't stop crying. It turns out that he was still born because the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck.
I used to believe that my grandma's tiny pistol would kill someone no matter where the bullet hit them. Kinda like a poisened bullet. I have now come to realize that my grandma's pistol wouldn't even kill a coyote. (We live in Texas, so it's not all that unusual for grandmothers to carry handguns.)
When I was little my cousin told me that when you go by a cemetary you have to hold your breathe. She said it saved a life. So, ever since she told me that to this day I still hold my breathe!
When I was about 7, my brother told me that if you write the name of a dead person in red, their ghosts will come and haunt you. Till today, I'm still afraid of writing the name of a dead person inred.
I used to believe that if I didnt place my hand on my heart and feel the heart beats it would suddenly stop. It horrified me then, waking up in another position (ie, hand somewhere else), not knowing how long my heart had stopped for. It did explain why you sometimes dreamed, that was when your hand was off your heart and you were slowly dying...
...I creeped myself out for the longest time
I used to believe that everyone died at exactly 100 years old.
When we were kids playing Cowboys and Indians, when my brother was 'shot' he always 'died' lying on his back legs straight and with his arms out each side. Eventually I became cross with his lack of imaginative poses and asked why he always 'died' like that. It turned out that he believed that everyone went into that position when they died because that's how Jesus died on the cross.
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