When I was a little girl I was captivated and terrified by urban legends told me by my elder brother Jeremy. I believed that everything described in the legends was true. The stories he told me were very convincing and interesting. I was all ears. My elder brother made me believe in it persuading me that this or that story happened to his friends or people he had known well. I liked it and at the same time it was very scary for me to listen to all this creepy stuff. Later I realized that he was kidding me trying to make an impression on little silly girl.
Then when I was fifteen or so I came across an article on urban legends and found out that some of these creepy stories were real. It shocked me because some of them were really terrible and disgusting.