'I'll send you to Mr's Cole' jogged my memory about the way adults in my life would fib to me to try to control my behaviour and how I believed them.
My mam didn't want us to go into the attic because it was dirty and dangerous. Nothing stopped us sneaking up there until she told us about the ghost. This ghost didn't like children and would throw them back down the stairs. As I had recently fallen down the stairs we totally believed her and never went up there again.
My grandma encouraged us to be quiet when going upstairs by telling us that there was a man who lived in the cockloft and if we made too much noise he would come down, take us back up with him and we'd never be seen again.
Grandma also had a fear of being cursed by gypsies. She told us that gypsies stole children and if they were coming door to door we had to go upstairs, lay on the floor and hide until they'd gone. She would also hide. Even now I hide from door to door gypsies lol.
Addicted - what's your 'thing'?
Worn out - January blues
DC never cook - malnutrition?