As children, we have a tendency to believe what the adults around us say. They tell us that the boogeyman eats little children who get up out of bed at night; we believe them. As we get older, we start to realize that what they say was all made up, and we go and tell our children the same thing. While visiting my great-grandparents when I was about six or seven, my great- grandfather told us that, at the top of his stairs, living in the single bedroom was a ghost. Of course, me and my siblings would dare each other to go up to that step, but none of us really did.