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when i was little i used to think that (ghosts) would watch everything you do so when i was in the bathroom they would be watching me and when i went to take a shower they would still be watchin me so thats why i used to take a shower real quick and jump out and change untell i got to the age of 7 but some how i still think that the afterlife is alwase next to you watchin every thing you do ...pretty dumb huh
I used to believe when I was 5 or 6, if I was covered with my blanket, I was protected from ghosts or demons.
In my house, you could open certain doors quickly and other doors elsewhere would close. The same thing would happen when the heat pump came on. Also, if you stepped on the pedals of my piano, some of the keys would ever-so-slightly move on their own.
My best friend and I NEEDED to get his tag-along little brother to leave us alone, so we set everything up carefully, and with a few automatically closing doors and piano keys that moved on their own, Nicky was convinced my house was haunted.
And when we played over at THEIR house? I came over with a ceramic pot and we told Nicky it had the ghost in it.
He never bothered us much.
last year my friend told me she'd seen 2 ghosts. i wanted to have a ghost friend too so I made one up. Then we started pretending my ghost (Kitty) was stuck in a tree and I had to go up and get her. Well I climbed up it and fell down and broke my leg in two places! I know you're thinking "ok and the point to this story is..." i had to tell the doctor about why I was climbing the tree in the first place, and Kitty became really real to me!
i belived that every time at midnight i would wake up and go into the living room and into the kitchen to get something to drink when i go into the living room i turn on the light get in postion to dash into bed in the next room i thought that a ghost lived in our living room so i darted in bed and it never got me!
my mom has this thing with antiques, and upstairs she hung this old picture of a woman. this picture did the thing where the eyes follow you when you walk past it... i was absolutely terrifed of it and whenever i walked down the hall i would carry things like a robot and keep my eyes on the floor. my older sister finally took it down because it really freaked us all out. at 15, i still refuse to look at it...
i used to and still believe if you pee in the water scream will come and eat you
In middle school my spanish teacher told my class about a worker who has fallen from a ladder in the gym and had broken his neck and died. She said that weird things would happen the year before when she was a coach, like doors that were locked were unlocked the next morning and vise versa. Or when they got there in the morning the music in their office or the showers in the locker rooms would be on. She also said that one girl said that she heard someone whisper in her ear when she was changing in the locker room. Now one of my classmates, lets call her.... bob was really jumpy about this. She was in my P.E. class too. She told our coach about it but she said that it wasn't true. One day when we were changing back into our normal clothes, we were the only one in the locker room because everyone else was in the hallway. Then the lights went out and it was pitch black causing bob to scream because she thought it was the ghost and cause me to scream because she screamed. We ran out of the locker room only to find out that it was our coach playing a trick on us. But I'm still a little wary every time i go in there.
well when i was 10 i couldnt sleep so i just went on my moms computer all the lights were off then i heard noises coming from the light then i saw this blobish like thing move torad the book shelf then i saw red glowing dots almost like eyes
thats when i got really freaked out so i turned the lights on and then the noise from the lights stoped the red dots were gone the the shade on the window moved! I still belive i saw ghosts .
I used to believe that the packing peanuts you would use when sending a package to someone was, in reality, ghost poop. We are always a little disconcerted by the red ghost poop.
When I went to sleep at night, lying with my ear to the pillow, I would hear my heartbeat. Only i was convinced it was ghosts who were walking in a corridor in my ear, and if i didn't change side frequently, they would come out of my ear and kill me.
i thought that if my feet were uncovered or hanging off of the bed that a ghost would grab them. i still have to have my feet covered and on the bed when i sleep
When I was little I thought that the " coco " was under my bed and to protect me I covered myself with the sheets. and I thought if he saw me he would take me with him *The coco is the mexican boogeyman :'(
when i was in prep a boy convinced me that there was a ghost called strawberry who lived in the gaps between clouds. we would lie out on the oval and talk to strawberry. i can't remember when i finally realised this was not true, but i do remember telling my friends when i was older about strawberry. they laughed a lot and were very mean about my cloud friend!
When I was young I used to believe that a little white rat, with a white chain for a tail (I used to see it too, and even point him out to my younger sister), was a little ghost, and it would warn me of bad people around me by rattleling it's tail. Although it terrified my sister, I was always seeking it. It always made me feel safe. Go figure!!!
My family had this legendary ghost story that we would always tell on camping trips. It was about a man whose leg was cut off and he came looking for it. Well, my brother had me convinced that this ghost lived in the cupboards under my mom's china cabinet and that he and my brother were friends. If I ever did something to annoy my brother he would threaten to call out the ghost to come get me. The funniest thing is I always thought of it as a ghost leg. Older brothers are so mean sometimes (but I love him anyway).
I was very fascinated with ghosts when I was little. When I was about 5 or 6, my family was at my gran's place who lived in an old house which my sister and I used to find pretty scary. Esp. the first floor were we used to sleep. It was dark and full of strange cupboards and attics.
My sister and I were sent upstairs and my little sis fell fast asleep. But I just lay there, not tired at all.
All the grownups were still downstairs, having a good time and I felt lonely and left out.
And suddenly this thought came to my mind of how a skeleton would be climbing up the stairs and entering the room. I couldn't stop this thought, I couldn't get it out of my head, instead it grew all the more intense.
I managed to call for my sister, but she wouldn't wake up. I was really beginning to panic, I broke into cold sweat, because I FELT that skeleton come nearer. And I couldn't even go down to the grown-ups, because on the way down, I would, of course, have to pass the skeleton.
Don't get me wrong, part of me KNEW that there wasn't a skeleton, but that part didn't count at that moment.
Next I began to scream and cry, till I was hoarse, but nobody downstairs would hear me. It was as if I was all alone in the world, as if there was noone left but me.
After an eternity I managed to get up, chase down the stairs with half-closed eyes and run into the safety of the warm, light living-room.
For someone who hasn't experienced a similar thing, all this might seem pretty silly, but when I think of that night, I can even today still FEEL the fear I felt then.
When i was a child i thought that when i close my eyes, ghosts appear and want to catch me. So during 3 years i was afraid to sleep.
My friend and I used to hang with our older friend and we were at her house everyday, so we always listened to whatever she told us.So one day we went over for a sleepover and she told us that ghosts lived outside and you could see them in the streetlights.but they were deaf so you needed a special way to talk to them.So she ended up teaching us this ridiculas howling sound to get his attention. So we ended up "catching" him in a jar, and he sits on a shelf in her room to this day.
I used to believe that over the houses of my city (in the South-Italy) and near my city, was living a kind of goblins who used to make jokes (sometimes very bad jokes). This because in my city there was (and there is) a legend of these goblins who were called "municeddhri".
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