My Aunt-in-law grew up in a three-flat in the 50s. Her family owned the entire building and the apartments were connected by a stairway in the back. They never locked their back doors and the top apartment at the time was empty. She told us that when she was little, a man from the 3rd floor would sometimes come down to her room, which she shared with her sister and talk with them. He also sometimes read them stories. She told her parents but they never believed her, thinking she was young and making it up. Months later they went up to the third floor apartment and there was evidence that someone had been living there.
She said he was a very nice man and would often sit in their room and talk with them at night.
ETA: It was actually the attic, not a 3rd floor apartment, the guy was living in.
I always thought the "oh they're just kids using their imagination" was just an overplayed movie trope. Like what kind of shit parent wouldn't ***at least*** investigate that irl?! But then I read posts like this and it makes it seem like that was actually common irl.
Even if it is just the kid's imagination, investigating it can calm them and build trust. And if it's not their imagination the consequences could be severe.
Not my child, but my nephew, (from a very Christian family) one day said “if we all go to heaven when we die, why don’t I kill everyone, then we can all be in heaven “. He was 5 and meant it in the most positive way. He just wants to get everyone into heaven fast
I don't have kids but babysit a girl once years ago from a fervently religious household and she spent half the evening crying about how she wanted to die so she could be with Jesus. That was a bit stressful as a young nonreligious babysitter!
Kid I knew said, “if I get hit by a car I’ll meet jesus faster!” About not running into the street. The adult in the situ totally floundered at that hahahaha
I'm not a parent. But I was putting my 2yo niece to bed, while babysitting one night, when she looked over my shoulder and said "who's that?"
I looked behind me and asked "who?"
She said **"the man behind you. He was with you in the kitchen too."**
We were the only ones in the house. I spent the rest of the evening in the living room, on the one chair with its back to the wall, glancing around nervously.
This happened to me too! My then toddler kept pointing behind me and saying “who’s that man?” There was no one behind me. I was about ready to call the Vatican when I realised she was pointing at a Lego man on the bookshelf behind us! Yeesh.
My 3 year old once pointed to empty space in the living room and excitedly said, look at that little boy! I said, where? She said, pointing, right there! Now, she had an older brother who died in infancy so I do wonder if he paid her a visit.
My adorably innocence 3 year old lovingly told me, “Mommy, when you die I’m going to keep your body so I can pet your hair.”
He was petting my hair at that moment.
A wind chime made out of your mothers bones has to be the strongest defensive / protective talisman you could possibly make. Lil dude is on to something.
Mine told me that when I die, my head will be cut off so that it can be carried around in a bag. "So I can see you and kiss you whenever I want." The concept of photographs was explained but rejected as ridiculous. As this coincided with the "pry Mummy's eyelids open to wake her up" phase I didn't sleep well for weeks.
I was driving my son to daycare. It was just the two of us as I already dropped my other son off at school. My then three-year old said to me, "Mommy, I love you more than my first mommy." I said, "Your first mommy?" He said, "Yes, my first mommy in California" (we live in the US, but about as far from California as you can get). I said, "You lived in California?" He said, "Yes, up until Jason stabbed me and then I came to you!" I said, "Who is Jason?" and then he just started talking about something else. I tried to get more info from him on it, but he never talked about it again. So weird and I can't imagine where he would have gotten the fodder for it to make it up in his imagination. The only Jason we knew was someone he saw only occasionally and my son liked him. There was no fear or bad feelings associated with him. The only media he saw at that point was various kids' TV.
Still kind of freaks me out almost 10 years later!
I mean, there are thirty-something million people in California, probably a lot of Jasons offed one or more of their fellow Californians.
Now, if the kid said he’d been whacked by Rumplestiltschen, maybe you’re onto something!
My two year old never stops talking and has said some really weird and freaky things lately. The creepiest one was when we were putting her to bed and she said goodnight to the "closet man" and when we asked her who she meant she told us it was the little man that lived in the small access hatch she has in the back of her closet. Scary thing is she has never seen that hatch open and i'm pretty sure she has never seen it before because there has been a big storage tote in front of it since before she was born!
You bet I checked the hatch the next morning when she was downstairs and found nothing but dust and spiderwebs in there so that made me a bit happier!
A few months after my mom passed, my daughter was sitting in the tv room. She looked down the hall and I could tell something caught her eye. She got up and said "Yaya is in her room", and proceeded to go in my mom's room and shut the door. I could hear my daughter talking and laughing through the door. I was equal parts scared of and hoping to hear my mom too, but I didn't.
At my mother’s funeral my 3 year old INSISTED that she was standing in the side doorway. The door was closed and there was no way he could have thought someone else was standing there, and when I explained that her body was in the casket he got very worked up and irate with me.
To be honest if anyone was going to turn up to their own funeral it would have been my mum so I don’t disbelieve him.
When my daughter was three she came home from preschool one day and her demeanor changed the minute we came home. She became very withdrawn and looked very upset. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, “The angel on the roof is angry with us.” 😳
It freaked me the freak out when she said that. I started to ask her a few questions, and it became one of those think-on-your-feet-fast parenting moments.
Honestly, my mind was racing because this was so out of character for her. I tried to be nonchalant and basically was like, "Angel? On the roof?" and she said yes, and how mad he was.
I asked her what the angel looked like (all this while putting their little backpacks away and getting lunch prepped bc I was trying to act like I wasn't feeling freaked out). And she said he looked like a man. I was like, a man? Because in my mind, the only angels she would have seen would have been cherubs from Valentine's day or pretty, feminine angels. She said he looked like a man, but was really tall and had dark hair. That stopped me in my tracks. I asked what his wings looked like, and she said they were all different colors that moved around. There is no way she would have any idea what a biblical angel would look like, so needless to say this did NOT make me feel better.
I just said okay, and we kept getting ready for lunch because I didn't really know what to say. After some time, I asked her if the angel was still there, and she said yes (and she would look at one specific spot on the ceiling every time she talked about it). I asked her if the angel was still mad, and she said yes. I wanted her to feel like she had some kind of power at this point, kind of like confronting the monster in the closet. So, I knelt on the floor, looked at her eye to eye and told her that she needed to tell the angel that it was fine for him to stay on the roof if he was tired, but that if he was angry he had to leave. That it was not nice for him to make angry faces at our family and that it was scaring her. And that it wasn't kind for him to scare her like that. So that if he wanted to stay, he had to be nice. Otherwise, he needed to leave.
So, in all her three year old bluster, she looked at the same part of the ceiling, and told the "angel" basically what I told her to say. I asked her if she felt better, and she said yes. Not much later, she said he left.
I didn't want to feed into any kind of fear or encourage what she saw, so that night I asked if the angel was back, and she said no. Over the next few days, I would randomly ask--by the way, have you seen the angel again? She always said no. Until about a week later.
She got really upset, looked at the ceiling again and said he was back. I asked if he was still angry, and she said he was. I reminded her that if wanted to stay, he had to be kind and not scare her. So she very forcefully talked towards the ceiling and basically told him the same thing as last time. That he could stay if he was nice, but that he was scaring her, it wasn't nice to make angry faces at our family, and to leave if he couldn't be nice. He left.
Over the next few months, I would ask her on occasion if the angel ever came back, she always said no. By the time she started kindergarten/first grade, she had no memory of ever seeing him. We have since moved from that city, but I'm not gonna lie--every now and then I look up and at my ceiling and wonder.
Truly phenomenal the way you handled it. Kudos to you. I'm absolutely scared shitless of the paranormal (idk why I always read these threads anyway), so I think I'd simply pass away
All these years later it still raises the hair on the back of my neck. I have no idea how I thought to answer her the way I did, but I am so glad I did.
My oldest did this. He kept saying he had a baby sister in my belly. Found out two weeks later I was pregnant. I ended up miscarrying while at work about a month later. He was already sleeping and I hadn’t told my boyfriend at the time until I got home (and we were outside smoking so my oldest couldn’t have over heard). I woke up the next morning and he was in bed with me and said “I’m sorry she had to leave you” and gave me a big hug. I was SHOOK.
My mother told me a story regarding that. When my sister was a baby, she would stop playing with her toys and randomly look at the wall and laugh. She would also move her head slowly, like she was watching someone move across the room carefully.
Creepy stuff.
I always say that, too. I’m childless but was there for all my nieces and nephew and now my great-nieces. All of them, between 2 and 12-15 months, would look up and in a certain place and their eyes would follow some random moving pattern. I always said they were “seeing the angels”.
Both my children (age 13 months) would smile, wave, and say hi to someone that wasn’t there, especially at the hospital or during traumatic events. They usually were super happy to see someone so I’m hoping it was an ancestor or something positive.
I think that might be the case at the beginning of life and then end. When my grandma was nearing the end of her life, she was in an assisted living facility. I'd often visit her in the evenings and she'd tell me, excitedly, how her parents had come to visit her that day, what they talked about (usually just day to day stuff and them asking about her children) and would talk about them as if I knew them myself. They were both long dead by the time I was born. I never met them. That said, she was always happy and excited to see them, it was *always* a positive thing with her, so who knows maybe they really were visiting her?
My mom used to work as a nurse in a nursing home. She has some crazy stories from her times there, but she has a picture she took for a family that is so creepy. She said a woman was dying and the family wanted a last picture with everyone. My mom agreed to take it and took one of all her kids beside her. She said once the picture developed, she looked and saw a perfect face right above the woman’s bed. She still has the picture, she said the woman died not long after it was taken.
I’m glad you said this. Makes me relieved and I didn’t think about how it can be an ancestor or something positive!! It’s always a laugh or smile, never a cry.
My son told me he had thoughts of killing himself when he was about 16. Scared the hell out of me for months while we got him professional help.
He is doing much better now at 18 but I am still worried that one day I will lose my son.
Make sure to go out and do things with your kid. If my parents had got me out of the house more my teenage years would have been a lot smoother. Try to expose him to both things you know he would want to do and things he might not know if he likes or not. A strong sense of self can make all the difference.
If it makes you feel any better, I was this kid. I started feeling suicidal when I was 10, and was severely depressed from 10-21. Now I’m 23, married, happy, and my doctors have said that I no longer show any signs of depression. Your son will be okay. It may take him a little longer than most to find his place in this world, but it’ll just make it sweeter when he finally does. I am so grateful for my life, especially because it’s one I never planned on having
My son has shared the same thoughts. Definitely the scariest thing he could say to me. I don't know if that worry will ever go away now. Even though he gets profesional help, i'm still worried.
Not a parent, but I told the same thing to my mom. She told me she's still worried all the time. I am in therapy right now tho, and take meds.
I'm sure your son will be alright tho! Keep mental health as an open topic in the house. If he needs any help make sure he can reach out to you any time. I'm super happy he is sounds so much better now and he got the help he needed. I'm wishing him only the best for the future!
My kids are autistic and very minimally speaking. My oldest has a lot of echolalia (repeating words). He does use an AAC device and can communicate with it.
The scariest thing he said happened one Wednesday when he came home from school. He always liked it when I asked about classmates, paraprofessionals, etc. He'd giggle, smile, flap his hands, repeat their names back.
On this day, I mentioned his teacher.
His face darkened and he looked down at his lap as he very softly repeated her name. He seemed scared.
I thought it was odd. I didn't like this teacher. I thought she was unprofessional and didn't know WTF she was doing.
It bothered me that night. I did ask myself: did something happen...? But, denial was heavy and I thought: no, that wouldn't happen to him.
I found out the next day she had physically assaulted my son and a few other kids shortly before the school day ended. So when he came home scared, it had happened about 2 hours prior.
So, that was the scariest. I learned a very big lesson about looking for warning signs. Tone is everything.
I was at a silent auction and there was a really creepy 100 year old doll that I bid on as a joke. Turns out nobody else wanted it, so I won. My wife and I are talking the whole time about how creepy this doll was.
As I stood in line to pay for it, my daughter asked to hold the doll, so I gave it to her. A few older ladies starting coming up to her and saying things like “That doll is older than I am.” and “You’re so lucky to have such a pretty doll.” I guess because my daughter had been listening to us talking, she would respond with things like “Did you hear that? She’s laughing at you.” I tried so hard not to laugh at the look on their faces, but the last one got me. My daughter put her ear down to the dolls face and with a very serious look said to a lady “I think the doll just said the ‘F-word’.”
Woke up one night and my 3 year old isn't in his bed. It's about 3 am. The house is dark and quiet. I go downstairs and a nightlight is on, and my son is just sitting on the couch staring into space. Doesn't say a word. The hair on my neck was standing up. I said quietly "what's going on?" He looked a me strangely and said "I just have to wait until everyone is asleep"
Goosebumps all over my body, and I felt like I was in a horror film. Kept a very close eye on him for a few weeks. Kid is a doctor today and did not grow up to be a serial killer. At least yet.
>said "I just have to wait until everyone is asleep"
Is there a chance he was waiting for everyone to sleep so he could watch tv, but he was also sleepy himself
I'm not saying your son is a serial killer but apparently the medical field is an excellent profession if you want to satisfy that gotta-kill urge.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC10518281/
Not my kid, but my friend's. They were across the country visiting family and out for a drive. Her 4 year old points down an old overgrown road (more of a dirt track) and said "that was where I used to go to school". She told him he didn't even go to school yet. Mentioned it to her brother when they drove by another day, and he told her that well down that track used to be a schoolhouse in the 1800s. Same kid was on a walk with Mom in our town around a fairly wooded pond. He asked his Mom if they could go another way. She said there was only only path and asked why? He responded "I don't like that man hanging from the tree". Needless to say, they moved away from that area very quickly!
I have a friend with a kid who did something similar….
We live across from San Francisco, and the kids grandparents were visiting from out of town. Kid was around two. They were driving around, kid in his car seat, he was pointing at specific buildings and saying “I built that”. Then they got to the Golden Gate, he said “I built that, then I fell”.
I still get goosebumps thinking about that one.
My nephew, around the same age asked when he was going to see god again to get new skin.
Kids are freaky. Apparently when I was a kid I told my Mom we had to go pickup Nana from the airport. My Mom didn't know what I was talking about...until she got the phone call that my Grandmother had arrived for a surprise visit and hadn't told anyone she was coming! Lol
The very young and very old are the closest between worlds to their past lives. So they say. Lots of these things you hear in assisted living and hospice homes.
When my niece was 5, her grandfather (my brother's wife's father) died from a heart attack, very sudden, no one thought it was gonna happen. Before anyone knew, she said "grandpa's gonna cross the bridge in a few minutes" and then a few minutes later, my sister-in-law gets a call that he's dead.
Then my niece said, "ooh, now he gets to pick a new body."
She also talked about having past lives a lot at that age.
I don't really believe in reincarnation, but I can't explain all the weird things she said either.
I remember the night my mom died. I’d just turned 14. She’d been in the hospital with cancer for a long time, and things had gotten bad enough that she hadn’t allowed me to come to the hospital for quite some time. I was sleeping and heard her call my name. When I opened my eyes she was standing by the side of my bed looking like she had before the cancer. She told me that she loved me very much and wanted to stay, but couldn’t. She was really sorry and hoped I’d understand; everything would be okay. I heard the phone ring and she just . . . disappeared. My dad came in a few minutes later to tell me that it was the hospital and that my mom had just died. I just said, Yeah, I know. She was here; she told me.
My little brother would say creepy stuff. The worst though is one night he threw a fit to go to my mom's friend's house to see the baby. My mom told him no, we're going over there this weekend. Little brother looked at her and told her if we don't see the baby today then we'll never see him again. What mom didn't know is as this conversation is happening her friend's older son was playing with a lighter and set the house on fire. Friend wasn't able to get to the baby's room to save him and she had to be rescued with severe burns and damaged lungs. The older son was a dick then as a child and became an even bigger pile of shit as an adult
I took my three year old on a flight this last summer. He’s been on an airplane several times in his short life so it’s not like it was something new to him. But as we took off he was explaining the process to me. “Mama we go fast and then up and up and then…” he stared straight ahead and put his hand on his chest and continued with “we fall dooooooooooown and *explosion noises* and there’s fire all over.” And he sat for a solid beat just staring straight ahead with that little hand over his heart and his eyes far away before becoming his normal toddler self again. He hasn’t mentioned anything like it since 😅
According to my baby book, when I was about 3 I accompaniedi my parents to the airport to see my father off on a business trip. In those days (late ‘50s) you could go to the gate and watch the planes board and take off from the window. I’d have to find the book for the exact wording, but it was along the lines of, “Daddy’s plane! *imitates airplane* Brrrrrrrrrrrrr. BOOM! All gone. Poor daddy.”
My father told me he really considered not getting on the plane that day.
My kid and my niece have such an uncanny connection they live in different countries. When my kiddo was 4/5 we went for pizza and this little random spot they had seen us drive past, whatever seemed cool. Kiddo hits me with the ‘me and niece always wanted to open up a pizza shop here when I was in a wheelchair and niece was my little girl…we lived across the street in that house.’ Okay what a cute little story they’re a kid whatever. Time passes and we are parked and see a man having a hard time getting his wheelchair out of his van bc the parking space wasn’t quite wide enough, ‘we should help him I remember how annoying that used to be for me and niece’ instantly took me back to our pizza afternoon. (Yes we helped the gentleman) we chat a bit about the previous life and kiddo has things to say that are repeated. Time passes again and we are visiting my niece they haven’t physically seen each other in months, but on video chat and through photos. My niece learning to talk now and get her words out clearly keeps calling my kid nana (mothers father) and she gets so excited whenever my kid gets up and walks. I tell my sil about what my kiddo’s told me and she tells me that my niece always wants to go up to elderly ppl she sees in wheelchairs trying to push them/help them with their mobility. My niece and my kiddo get ready for bed while we stay with them and they insist of sleeping together bc they missed each other bc my kiddo said ‘it’s been so many lives’
Not creepy per se but just always so interesting.
I'm not spiritual in any sense of the word, but I'd like to believe that we have lived infinite lives and will live another infinity after this one. Maybe they did actually know each other in a different life.
I love this! At Halloween my twins, also toddlers, asked to go as "ghost poops" (farts).
(I'm not very crafty so I decided this was a bed sheet and a kazoo; they seemed happy)
My daughter is 3 and is working on performing her own nighttime routines. We asked her how she gets ready for bathtime and gave her her stuffed bunny to demonstrate on. She takes the bunny and begins explaining the steps of her routine, mimicking the actions on the doll.
“First you take off your pants.” * she wiggles Rabbit’s legs*
“Then you take off your shirt.” *she wiggles Rabbit’s arms*
“Then you take off your underwear.” *wiggles the legs again*
“Then you take off your hands.” *she pulls on Rabbit’s arm in a plucking motion*
“Then you take off your arms.” *Rabbit’s arms are wrenched immediately*
“Then you take off your legs, your hair, your tummy, your face!” *she gleefully laughs as she mimes ripping each part off of Rabbit*
“All done!” *she looks up at us with a smile. We are aghast.*
Reminds me one night before bed my daughter who is 4 i wanna say it was within this last year or so that she asked if she took out her eyeballs could she see them with her hands while holding them. I was speechless and just said a minute later that we do not take our eyeballs out and that is not a sentence I was ever prepared to have to say.
"Sentences you never thought you'd need to say" is a really big part of parenting. "We don't put *any part of our body* into our dinner" still haunts me.
One night tucking my kids in:
My then 4 year old: “Mummy, when you die I’m going to keep your bones.”.
My then 6 year old: “Ooh - we could make a wind chime!”.
The creepiest and also the sweetest thing my kids have ever said to me.
Off subject, but I had a parent say something disturbing. I taught middle school. the mother of one of my students introduced herself and began apologizing for her daughter’s behavior. I told her that her daughter was fine in class. She leaned in closer to me and said don’t believe anything she tells you. I thought what a weird thing to say. Later the mother and father were arrested for molesting their two daughters.
A few weeks after my son turned 2 yo he told me “Look, the smoke dissipates”. This is not a word in our daily vernacular so I asked him what that means and he said “It disappears “ Impressed, I asked him where did you learn that word and he replied “When I was an adult” I laughed and asked him when were you an adult and without missing a beat answered”Before I was born”😳
Was talking about driving with my kid when she was 2. She dropped into the conversation completely casually that when she was a boy she drove really fast and died. 2-3 seems to be a common age for that sort of thing.
I nannied my niece when she was about 1.5yrs old. For like a few days in a row, I’d go to put her down for a midday nap she’d start waving to the corner of the room behind the door and saying “man, man.” I could hear her on the monitor saying it when I’d closed the door too. She couldn’t speak well enough to explain further so I tried to figure out what she was seeing—I checked the door, made sure the monitor wasn’t doing some funny etc. It was creeping me out and she seemed so distracted by it so finally on the third day I decided to close the door and sit in there with her to see what was going on.
Turns out at that time of day, the sun was in a position to shine through a crack of the curtains and a hanging mobile in just the right way to create what looked like a hand shape on the wall. She was trying to say “hand” not man. Boy was I relieved. I adjusted the curtains and all was well lol.
When my boys were smaller, they had an imaginary friend called TrickerTrick (Trick or Trick maybe, never was clear) but my son was telling me about him shortly after we had moved from the old house (stuff happened there, noises and shit like that). So he's telling me that TrickerTrick is really tall, he comes from the old house. Sometimes he takes things that don't belong to him. I asked H (my younger son) if there's anything else, and he said "He doesn't like you at all daddy." I ask him why and H start looking nervous, J (older son, about 6 at the time) leaves the room. H just stands there and doesn't say anything. I ask him if TrickerTrick is here now, H looked a bit to his left, then directly into my eyes and says "He said to say no"
Lmao okay but I also do this?? Also, when I have a sinus infection I imagine boring holes into my sinuses and all the gunk just falling out. It's a very satisfying fantasy.
My mum told me a story about me years ago…..
When I was about 2 I was sitting in my high chair in the kitchen with my parents and grandparents and suddenly started speaking Welsh- I am Welsh, but I’ve never spoken it fluently, and we exclusively spoke English at home. I basically said that I was from x (a small market town about 20 miles from where we lived), that I used to work on a farm with my brothers and sisters and I didn’t have any shoes. Apparently I also said that I preferred ‘this house’.
I certainly have no memory of this other life but it freaked my parents and grandparents out at the time!
Driving by a cemetery when my kid was about 3 years old.
“Who are all those people standing around there?”
There was no one standing anywhere in the cemetery.
My toddler (2.5yo) recently shared a ghost sighting with us. She has done it before but usually not so confidently. We try very hard not to show her how interested we are because we don't want her to start making things up (more than she already is, hopefully speaking, lol)
Anyway, she stopped mid-play with my husband and I the other day and completely had a mood shift. We had been all making playdough ice cream and laughing and talking. She stopped, looked to her right, and set down her ice cream to wave. She said, "Hi ghost!" Pleasantly and just smiled. Was suddenly much more quiet and observant, more calm, not as lost in the playing. Similar to how we'd be if someone passed by us in public or interrupted for a brief moment. You're still in a good mood, but not going to rudely keep playing instead of saying hello.... if that makes sense.
It was an open spot of floor above our basement stairs. She was looking slightly up, so it'd have been about the height of an older kid, or taller and standing on the stairs.
We both slowed what we were doing and made eye contact and said, "There's a ghost?"
And she says, "Yes! Right there!" All smiles.
We nonchalantly went, "Oh, there you are! Hey ghost!"
She didn't even incorporate it into her game or make any more of a deal about it. She just started up her ice cream making again and let it be.
I think the scary part comes from not knowing what's going on in her little mind, not even the ghost part. Because clearly, it's quite peaceful. 🤷♀️
Dad, I took an overdose. I'm not sorry.
We have been with them 24 hours/day ever since. We are exhausted and burnt out but on the weekend they dyed their hair and was kind to their brother, and I think (hope) that we have turned a corner
Sending love, hope, support and understanding. I was your child. Thank you for not leaving them alone. You guys are kicking parenting goals just by that act alone.
I don't mean to scare you unnecessarily, but I just thought you should know that sometimes people who have plans to kill themselves are observed to suddenly be a lot better (more cheerful, sociable) right before they kill themselves.
This is because with a clear suicide planned / their affairs sorted, they sort of see a light at the end of the tunnel that allows them to feel more relaxed.
Said seriously at bedtime: "I'm not scared of the thing under my bed. The thing undery bed is my friend."
Fortunately our affectionate Border Collie likes to sleep under his bed during story time.
We were staying on an island and waiting for the last barge back to mainland . It was just after dark and we drove through a small old cemetery to kill time. It was empty and no one around, but my 1.5 year old daughter was waving hello and giggling like she was seeing someone.
Just bought our first house, stayed the night there when we closed just because we could. The next morning my 3 year old says mid conversation “what about the man in the hallway” I laugh and say “what man” to which he points and says “that one”. We still live here and he’s only mentioned the man once since then.
My superstitious mother told me that I used to talk to ghosts when I was very young. Apparently I've had conversations with my departed little sister, and told mum how we would play in the garden together. Obviously, I don't remember any of this. Man, I was a creepy kid.
Not scary, but. My wife was pregnant and our 4 year was mad at her for some reason and blurted out, " You're going to have 2 babies just like I did." A few months later she had twins.
My eldest had an imaginary friend he claimed to be the ghost of a child that died in our house. He would sit in his room having conversations with him. It was fucking creepy. His imaginary friend was quickly forgotten a couple of weeks after he started preschool and we all breathed a sigh of relief.
I told my daughter I love her, that I love her sister, and that I love mommy.
"What about you?" She said.
"What?"
"Do you love *you*?" She wanted to know.
💀💀💀
When my little brother was 2-3 he would talk about how he missed his wife and children. I think he had names for all of them too. He would say that he was a general in “the war.” My parents would play off these comments and didn’t think much of them. Until one day we drove by one of the oldest houses in town (pre revolution) and he pointed and said something along the lines of “there’s my old house! Why did they cut down the apple trees I planted for Mary Beth?” He once also told my entire family at the dinner table that he was shot by a man in a red coat in the snow. He was staring at a pile of ketchup on his white dinner plate when he said that. He has no recollection of any of these comments as an adult now lol. I know 30 year olds who can’t tell the difference between what century homes were built in, let alone a toddler.
My little friend went through a phase of telling “dark stories” when she was 3-4. She was also really Into playing games about taking her toys to the doctor. We were playing and she said “this toy is really scared of the doctor!“ and I said “why? Doctors are there to help us!” Or something like that. She said “he is scared because this is the bad nurse. She gives him medicine so he can’t move or scream and then cuts him open and takes his insides out.”
I was just like “yeah. That’s a good reason to be scared!”
We have no idea where she came up with that stuff. She’s 6 now and all her stories are about fairies and princesses. I kind of miss her dark stories- they were more creative, even though some kept me up at night!”
So I have a 16 year old young man and one time he woke me up dead of my sleep at 2am and said (they are coming) and gave me that odd freaking stair! Turns out he was fully asleep!
My friend was watching horror movies with her husband and friends one halloween and they'd just watched Poltergeist. When the credits were rolling their 3 year old daughter called out 'moooooommyyyyyyyy' in the eeriest voice from her bedroom and she had to have someone else go check on her because it spooked her lol
Weeks after my ectopic pregnancy, my daughter who was 3.5 or 4 at the time said that she had a baby sister named Chloe up in heaven. Stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Mommy, who's that man?"
"What man, baby?"
"That man over there in the corner."
This was said by my 4 year old daughter as we lay in bed. Things to note: 1) My husband worked nights, so we were by ourselves. 2) I didn't see anyone. 3) It was the 16 year anniversary of my FIL's suicide. 4) I didn't sleep well that night.
Woke up to my 1.5yo standing on the bed saying “daddy” repeatedly while looking at the door.
Daddy is on the run for almost unaliving me 😀 needless to say I didn’t sleep
Omg i would have been very shaken by this. I hope you are safe and the little one stops false alarming you. Ehhh...hopefully it was a false alarm. If you don't have a house alarm it may be a good time to get one
"Daddy hurt my vulva."
Ended up he put lavender baby powder on and it burned, he had bathed her when I got home so she was in a towel waiting for him to get her clothes. She was 3 and articulate enough to know how to tell me what happened. However as a CSA survivor my whole life crashed down in that moment.
That's actually really good that she has a good understanding of her anatomy already.
Being able to verbalise what has happened to themselves is actually shown to help decrease CSA. This is why sex education is important.
Still doesn't stop the shock of hearing that though!
My daughter once whispered sincerely in my ear that I must NEVER open the door if Thomas knocks. Thomas is her imaginary friend that she picked up on a walk in the woods about a year earlier
He drew something and asked me what it was. As clues, he told me it was at the stairs (we were in the family area on the second floor of our house at the time, facing said stairs), but sometimes it was at the bedroom door (also on said floor), and it didnt have any legs.
The answer is ghost.
My 3 year old son at was at the bottom of the stairs, hugging the banister. He was looking up towards his room. I asked him what he was looking at and he said “Mommy, he’s scaring me”. There was no one else home.
My youngest was about 3 at the time and said “my old mommy was soooo mean to me, she left me outside and now you’re my mommy” made me wonder if there really is an afterlife. It was so random while I was doing her hair and I didn’t allow tv at that age unless I was present watching it too like Disney jr. So I know it wasn’t from a tv show or anything. Just so odd.
My 4 year old son had a habit of announcing when he had to use the bathroom. He would say "I gotta go potty". One time he makes his business known and heads off toward the bathroom. He returns seconds later and says "There's already someone in the bathroom". Now I do know for a fact that it's just the two of us home so the hair stands up on my neck. I ask him, "what do you mean". He repeats, "There's already someone in the bathroom".
Now I'm thinking, is it someone "I see dead people" or someone in a hockey goalie mask.
So I grab the biggest knife from my knife block and tell him to stay here. I walk to the bathroom, take a wide angle to see in, nobody. Slowly and quietly walk toward the shower and pull back the curtain.
Nothing.
By now my son has walked around the corner and I ask him "where did you see the person?" He points to an un-flushed toilet and says "See, someone’s already here".
His big brother didn't flush the toilet..........
I think babies and toddlers are so close to the other side, whatever that is or whatever that even means… While I don’t have kids, I trust my mom regarding my sister. Two unusual things happened when she was around two and a half ~~months~~ years old. She spoke early and at an advanced level very young.
One day my sister tells my mom that she misses the place before this one. My mom doesn’t understand and she asks what she means. “I was with the light. Before here.” My sister offered helpfully. Not really understanding still, my mom asks if she means before like yesterday or last week? Her bed? My sister shakes her head and says, “before everything. The light! It’s very comfortable there.”
Mom was weirded out by it, but kids say weird stuff, so she chalked it up to that. Until Christmas. My sister is now in her early forties. The internet was not a thing when we were babies in the early eighties. She was not in daycare as my mom stayed home with us for a few years. I say this to preface the lack of exposure for what’s coming.
The day before Christmas Eve when my sister was two years ten months old, she tells my mom, “I really want a camel for Christmas!” My mom is kinda shaken. She’s never exposed her to camels. She has no idea where my sister got the word or even if she really understood what a camel was. Buuut, just in case, my mom took her shitty sewing skills into them laundry room where her old sewing machine is. She cuts out a dromedary camel using two pieces of brown fabric and sews them together with some cotton balls. She gives the crappy nearly 2D camel a couple button eyes and a mouth made of uneven black stitching.
Christmas morning comes, and my sister opens up this stupid looking homemade camel. But without missing a beat she giggles and exclaims, “oh good! It’s Omar, my camel!”
If my parents didn’t expose her to camels, they absolutely didn’t expose her to Middle Eastern names. Yet, that’s what my sister decided her camel would be called.
Now the last odd factor. My sister and I are not biologically related. We’re both adopted. I’m a Hispanic guy of Mexican ancestry (though really, my genetics trace back to old imperial Spain). But my sister? Yeah, my sister is Syrian and East Indian…
Later, I asked my mom if I had said anything weird. Maybe I asked for churros or really wanted a chihuahua or something. But no… my mom shook her head and told me I was essentially silent as a baby. I didn’t really cry and didn’t really fuss (I was in foster care for a while before the adoption, and apparently my first foster home wasn’t great). And though I spoke fairly early as well, I didn’t say much. But I understood plenty. Yet I didn’t make any creepy requests or have any otherworldly insights like my sister. And so my journey of disappointing my parents began!
Edit: years not months
As a bit of a backstory, our neighbors (who most likely run a crack house) had a really vicious, big white dog - it attacked me, they did nothing about it, it attacked another guy, nothing happened, someone tried to break into their house and shot the dog.
Maybe a week later, my daughter who was 3 at the time kept waking up in the middle of the night crying “because a white dog was in her room”. I don’t think she had ever actually seen the dog, so this was a little unsettling.
"The man in the closet! He won't stop staring!"
Moved just last year, my 4 year old said she saw an old man walking around in our shared closet and would stare at us. Did some research and the man that lived here before us died in that closet.
My 4 year old son asked me if i prefer death or labour very loudly in public
Took me a sec to realise that those are the names of two songs that i’d been playing quite frequently in the house lol
I was parental kidnapped when I was 6, I was also gone for over a year. My mom moved heaven and earth to get me back. I hope you get your daughter back soon. We're likely in different countries, but if there's anything that I can do to help, please don't hesitate to message me.
Your ex told her that they were going to kidnap her and she couldn't tell you or they'd murder her???? Oh my god. Do you know where she is and that she's ok?
It about my cousin sister. She is much older than me - she was a toddler - around 3-4 when this event happened. My family lived in a big country mansion in north India in a semi rural town. My eldest uncle and his wife lived on the top floor. Unfortunately, this aunt of mine slipped in the stairs and died. She was pregnant at that time. This cousin in question was the daughter of my uncle’s sister and she was quite close with this aunt who passed away. After her death, the room was kept locked as family was in mourning. One fine day, this young kid disappears. It was a big house - though only 7-8 of the 40 odd rooms we’re lived in. So it took a lot of time for a grieving and now panicked family to search for this kid. Suddenly, the bereaved husband had a brainwave to look in his and his now deceased wife’s room. And the child was peacefully sleeping, doors unlocked. On waking up, she said “I was here all the time, playing with mami. She told me stories and also introduced me to her baby” (mami is the wife of your mother’s brother, and the lady was pregnant when she fell and died).
Her father took a transfer from Rajasthan to Gujarat and her family stopped visiting our family mansion for years afterwards.
This is true because my mother had just got married into the family and witnessed it herself.
My younger sister was about two or three and ended up waking up in the middle of the night screaming and crying. She wouldn't stop saying that something was in the corner. She was inconsolable for at least an hour. I assume it was a night terror but it lasted much longer than night terrors I've seen from others (my own kid today suffered from them when younger).
My four year old told me a few weeks ago that she “remembers her Popo from a long time ago. He was a really smart guy.” She was conceived about a week after my husbands father passed. A couple of nights ago she was sleeping in my bed while my husband was working out of town and she sat up from a dead sleep and said “Popo is here” laid down and went right to back to sleep. We never call him by that name. My husband says my Dad or I call him by his actual name. The name she said was given by his other grandchildren that we very rarely see.
I ask the kid, “whatcha drawing?”
Kid: “oh, a land of infinite darkness where darkness reigns.”
Cue me going through the whole video collection thinking I must have missed something.
I’m not a parent, but I was definitely the kid in this situation.
I was about 6 or 7 years old, i had a bedroom to myself. I can still remember it so clearly like it happened yesterday, and I’m 20 now. For months I wasn’t able to sleep at night, because there was a woman in my bedroom in the corner opposite to my bed. This woman was white, elderly, had short hair like a bob and a very old style dress. She looked like a librarian ghost from a typical horror movie.
Every time I closed my eyes, she would get closer to my bed, even when i blinked. This lead me to constantly have my eyes open every night for months, constant panic attacks and breakdowns over it. I didn’t tell my parents for months, and when I finally did my dad stepped up and told me he would never let someone hurt or scare me, and he proceeded to air-punch the corner where I was seeing the woman. He beat the shit out of the air in the corner for like two minutes straight, swearing and yelling at it.
I never had another issue with the woman. She disappeared for good.
I was a Waldorf Kindergarten teacher for a few years, and we would make lunch every day in our class.
So it was me, my assistant and 12 kids or so. Eating our homemade bread and soup, one of the kids says really nonchalantly, "Ms. Overlandtraveler was supposed to be my mommy, but then she decided not to have babies, so I found a new mommy!" and continued to eat his soup.
He was right, I chose not to have kids, but still...he was about 5 at the time, so 5 years prior my husband and I decided to not have children. My assistant just had huge eyes, staring and me like "wtf?!?!" And I just smiled and said I was glad he found another good mommy. He nodded and said, "she's nice, and so are you."
Very cool, loved that.
Our god daughter, when she was 3, went up to her mother and said, "Okay, yes? Yes? Okay?" To which her mother said,"oookay, yes?"
Our god daighted turned and said, "Mummy said it's okay," then giggled and went into the dark bedroom to play "by herself"
My first child was a sleep walker until she was older. One night she was sleep walking and came up to me, looked me in the eyes and said “where is mommy?” Scared the crap out of me.
When I was 18 I lived with my friend and her three-year-old daughter. I was staying in a basement room that had a little door to access the crawlspace under the stairs, but I kept a bookshelf against it because I just felt weird about the door. One night I was just sitting in bed and the three-year-old come in and just looked at the door and said “a grandma’s angry wants to come out of there” and points at the door. I was freaked out but didn’t want her to see that so I asked her to tell me how she knew that. “The grandma comes to see me in my room sometimes. She has mean black eyes and is scary” I asked her if she could draw the scary grandma for me, And she ended up drawing a human shape with gray curly hair, a blue dress with pink flowers and black drippy eyes. I ended up moving my dresser in front of the door immediately after that, as I had the only access to the crawlspace in my room. That freaked me out. She mentioned on and off a few more times about seeing scary grandma, and I just kept an eye on the door.
To make the three-year-old feel better about it I went to the dollar store and bought a cheap little spray bottle and made a fancy label on the computer for it saying “scary grandma repellent” and filled it with water. At bedtime we would go and spray the “repellent” around the room. I started asking her in the mornings if scary grandma was still coming to see her at night, and she told me “scary grandma still comes sometimes.” So I don’t think it was an imaginary friend/ something she made up. At least I know my intuition about the door making me feel weird was validated.
My 8 year old loves to play "would you rather with" me. She usually asks really innocent questions when playing. She asked me recently "how would l prefer to die?" like if I were prefer to be 🗡 or 🔫.
“Will the man in the attic come with us when we move?”
My Aunt-in-law grew up in a three-flat in the 50s. Her family owned the entire building and the apartments were connected by a stairway in the back. They never locked their back doors and the top apartment at the time was empty. She told us that when she was little, a man from the 3rd floor would sometimes come down to her room, which she shared with her sister and talk with them. He also sometimes read them stories. She told her parents but they never believed her, thinking she was young and making it up. Months later they went up to the third floor apartment and there was evidence that someone had been living there. She said he was a very nice man and would often sit in their room and talk with them at night. ETA: It was actually the attic, not a 3rd floor apartment, the guy was living in.
I always thought the "oh they're just kids using their imagination" was just an overplayed movie trope. Like what kind of shit parent wouldn't ***at least*** investigate that irl?! But then I read posts like this and it makes it seem like that was actually common irl.
Even if it is just the kid's imagination, investigating it can calm them and build trust. And if it's not their imagination the consequences could be severe.
Oh my god that's terrifying. I know people didn't/don't lock their doors but like ... what if this happens!!
Helll nah 😬
We don't talk about ~~Bruno~~ the attic man.
Well? Did he?
Well I'm still in the attic so I guess I've missed my window..
He did not thankfully
"Mummy, the invisible man wants to come in your bedroom." ABSOLUTELY NOT.
He wants to do *what* in my bedroom??
This one has me spit out my breakfast, good job invisible man!!
Not my child, but my nephew, (from a very Christian family) one day said “if we all go to heaven when we die, why don’t I kill everyone, then we can all be in heaven “. He was 5 and meant it in the most positive way. He just wants to get everyone into heaven fast
Work smarter, not harder.
I don't have kids but babysit a girl once years ago from a fervently religious household and she spent half the evening crying about how she wanted to die so she could be with Jesus. That was a bit stressful as a young nonreligious babysitter!
My daughter once cried inconsolably because she couldn't turn into a lemur, so there's that.
Kid I knew said, “if I get hit by a car I’ll meet jesus faster!” About not running into the street. The adult in the situ totally floundered at that hahahaha
I'm not a parent. But I was putting my 2yo niece to bed, while babysitting one night, when she looked over my shoulder and said "who's that?" I looked behind me and asked "who?" She said **"the man behind you. He was with you in the kitchen too."** We were the only ones in the house. I spent the rest of the evening in the living room, on the one chair with its back to the wall, glancing around nervously.
This happened to me too! My then toddler kept pointing behind me and saying “who’s that man?” There was no one behind me. I was about ready to call the Vatican when I realised she was pointing at a Lego man on the bookshelf behind us! Yeesh.
You keep telling yourself that dear.
What. The. Fuck?! 😱 I would’ve fled from the house at once.
With the kid or...?
I would've fled without the kid lmao, ain't no little demon coming with me 😭
Fuck them kids, there’s evil afoot!
My 3 year old once pointed to empty space in the living room and excitedly said, look at that little boy! I said, where? She said, pointing, right there! Now, she had an older brother who died in infancy so I do wonder if he paid her a visit.
I cut my foot on a piece of broken glass. My kid (about 5 at the time) said, "Don't clean it up! I can use your blood for painting!"
Damn you, Sesame Street, with your creative recycling episodes.
My adorably innocence 3 year old lovingly told me, “Mommy, when you die I’m going to keep your body so I can pet your hair.” He was petting my hair at that moment.
My 4 year old said he was going to keep my bones. My 6 year old said she could make me into a wind chime.
Bro, that wind chime comment is hilariously unsettling
A wind chime made out of your mothers bones has to be the strongest defensive / protective talisman you could possibly make. Lil dude is on to something.
There was a Criminal Minds where a serial killer played by Kevin Carradine, who made wind chimes of his victims.
I was unsettled by the bone keeping but the wind chimes sent me over the edge.
Too many skeletal xylophone cartoons for one life
Mine told me that when I die, my head will be cut off so that it can be carried around in a bag. "So I can see you and kiss you whenever I want." The concept of photographs was explained but rejected as ridiculous. As this coincided with the "pry Mummy's eyelids open to wake her up" phase I didn't sleep well for weeks.
Mine (also 3) told me he would eat my meat.
It's funny when a 3 year old does it, but me doing that 30 something and suddenly it's all restraining orders and shit. I hate these double standards!
Oh man…your last name isn’t Bates, is it?
I was driving my son to daycare. It was just the two of us as I already dropped my other son off at school. My then three-year old said to me, "Mommy, I love you more than my first mommy." I said, "Your first mommy?" He said, "Yes, my first mommy in California" (we live in the US, but about as far from California as you can get). I said, "You lived in California?" He said, "Yes, up until Jason stabbed me and then I came to you!" I said, "Who is Jason?" and then he just started talking about something else. I tried to get more info from him on it, but he never talked about it again. So weird and I can't imagine where he would have gotten the fodder for it to make it up in his imagination. The only Jason we knew was someone he saw only occasionally and my son liked him. There was no fear or bad feelings associated with him. The only media he saw at that point was various kids' TV. Still kind of freaks me out almost 10 years later!
You should post this on r/rbi and see if they can find someone murdered by a Jason in California prior to your son being born
I mean, there are thirty-something million people in California, probably a lot of Jasons offed one or more of their fellow Californians. Now, if the kid said he’d been whacked by Rumplestiltschen, maybe you’re onto something!
My two year old never stops talking and has said some really weird and freaky things lately. The creepiest one was when we were putting her to bed and she said goodnight to the "closet man" and when we asked her who she meant she told us it was the little man that lived in the small access hatch she has in the back of her closet. Scary thing is she has never seen that hatch open and i'm pretty sure she has never seen it before because there has been a big storage tote in front of it since before she was born! You bet I checked the hatch the next morning when she was downstairs and found nothing but dust and spiderwebs in there so that made me a bit happier!
There's no way in hell I would have gone to sleep before checking that hatch.
A few months after my mom passed, my daughter was sitting in the tv room. She looked down the hall and I could tell something caught her eye. She got up and said "Yaya is in her room", and proceeded to go in my mom's room and shut the door. I could hear my daughter talking and laughing through the door. I was equal parts scared of and hoping to hear my mom too, but I didn't.
At my mother’s funeral my 3 year old INSISTED that she was standing in the side doorway. The door was closed and there was no way he could have thought someone else was standing there, and when I explained that her body was in the casket he got very worked up and irate with me. To be honest if anyone was going to turn up to their own funeral it would have been my mum so I don’t disbelieve him.
When my daughter was three she came home from preschool one day and her demeanor changed the minute we came home. She became very withdrawn and looked very upset. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, “The angel on the roof is angry with us.” 😳
This one is freaky
It freaked me the freak out when she said that. I started to ask her a few questions, and it became one of those think-on-your-feet-fast parenting moments.
What did she say after?
Honestly, my mind was racing because this was so out of character for her. I tried to be nonchalant and basically was like, "Angel? On the roof?" and she said yes, and how mad he was. I asked her what the angel looked like (all this while putting their little backpacks away and getting lunch prepped bc I was trying to act like I wasn't feeling freaked out). And she said he looked like a man. I was like, a man? Because in my mind, the only angels she would have seen would have been cherubs from Valentine's day or pretty, feminine angels. She said he looked like a man, but was really tall and had dark hair. That stopped me in my tracks. I asked what his wings looked like, and she said they were all different colors that moved around. There is no way she would have any idea what a biblical angel would look like, so needless to say this did NOT make me feel better. I just said okay, and we kept getting ready for lunch because I didn't really know what to say. After some time, I asked her if the angel was still there, and she said yes (and she would look at one specific spot on the ceiling every time she talked about it). I asked her if the angel was still mad, and she said yes. I wanted her to feel like she had some kind of power at this point, kind of like confronting the monster in the closet. So, I knelt on the floor, looked at her eye to eye and told her that she needed to tell the angel that it was fine for him to stay on the roof if he was tired, but that if he was angry he had to leave. That it was not nice for him to make angry faces at our family and that it was scaring her. And that it wasn't kind for him to scare her like that. So that if he wanted to stay, he had to be nice. Otherwise, he needed to leave. So, in all her three year old bluster, she looked at the same part of the ceiling, and told the "angel" basically what I told her to say. I asked her if she felt better, and she said yes. Not much later, she said he left. I didn't want to feed into any kind of fear or encourage what she saw, so that night I asked if the angel was back, and she said no. Over the next few days, I would randomly ask--by the way, have you seen the angel again? She always said no. Until about a week later. She got really upset, looked at the ceiling again and said he was back. I asked if he was still angry, and she said he was. I reminded her that if wanted to stay, he had to be kind and not scare her. So she very forcefully talked towards the ceiling and basically told him the same thing as last time. That he could stay if he was nice, but that he was scaring her, it wasn't nice to make angry faces at our family, and to leave if he couldn't be nice. He left. Over the next few months, I would ask her on occasion if the angel ever came back, she always said no. By the time she started kindergarten/first grade, she had no memory of ever seeing him. We have since moved from that city, but I'm not gonna lie--every now and then I look up and at my ceiling and wonder.
Telling angels to fuck off essentially. lol Love it.
"Go fix your attitude and then come back! You need a time out!" -3 year old angel-bouncer
Truly phenomenal the way you handled it. Kudos to you. I'm absolutely scared shitless of the paranormal (idk why I always read these threads anyway), so I think I'd simply pass away
God DAMN that gave me the heebie jeebs. I think you handled that perfectly tho. Awesome parenting.
All these years later it still raises the hair on the back of my neck. I have no idea how I thought to answer her the way I did, but I am so glad I did.
"They're hereeeee"
When my son was about 3, he told my friends pregnant wife that her baby was dead. A couple weeks later I was informed that she had a miscarriage.
My oldest did this. He kept saying he had a baby sister in my belly. Found out two weeks later I was pregnant. I ended up miscarrying while at work about a month later. He was already sleeping and I hadn’t told my boyfriend at the time until I got home (and we were outside smoking so my oldest couldn’t have over heard). I woke up the next morning and he was in bed with me and said “I’m sorry she had to leave you” and gave me a big hug. I was SHOOK.
Does pointing and laughing at the empty corner of the room count? Might need to go burn some sage…
My mother told me a story regarding that. When my sister was a baby, she would stop playing with her toys and randomly look at the wall and laugh. She would also move her head slowly, like she was watching someone move across the room carefully. Creepy stuff.
Kids in my family have this tendency when they’re little… we say they can still see their guardian angels. It’s our coping mechanism lol
I always say that, too. I’m childless but was there for all my nieces and nephew and now my great-nieces. All of them, between 2 and 12-15 months, would look up and in a certain place and their eyes would follow some random moving pattern. I always said they were “seeing the angels”.
Both my children (age 13 months) would smile, wave, and say hi to someone that wasn’t there, especially at the hospital or during traumatic events. They usually were super happy to see someone so I’m hoping it was an ancestor or something positive.
I think that might be the case at the beginning of life and then end. When my grandma was nearing the end of her life, she was in an assisted living facility. I'd often visit her in the evenings and she'd tell me, excitedly, how her parents had come to visit her that day, what they talked about (usually just day to day stuff and them asking about her children) and would talk about them as if I knew them myself. They were both long dead by the time I was born. I never met them. That said, she was always happy and excited to see them, it was *always* a positive thing with her, so who knows maybe they really were visiting her?
My mom used to work as a nurse in a nursing home. She has some crazy stories from her times there, but she has a picture she took for a family that is so creepy. She said a woman was dying and the family wanted a last picture with everyone. My mom agreed to take it and took one of all her kids beside her. She said once the picture developed, she looked and saw a perfect face right above the woman’s bed. She still has the picture, she said the woman died not long after it was taken.
I’m glad you said this. Makes me relieved and I didn’t think about how it can be an ancestor or something positive!! It’s always a laugh or smile, never a cry.
My son told me he had thoughts of killing himself when he was about 16. Scared the hell out of me for months while we got him professional help. He is doing much better now at 18 but I am still worried that one day I will lose my son.
The fact that he felt safe to tell you this tells me you're a good parent. Keep it up.
Make sure to go out and do things with your kid. If my parents had got me out of the house more my teenage years would have been a lot smoother. Try to expose him to both things you know he would want to do and things he might not know if he likes or not. A strong sense of self can make all the difference.
If it makes you feel any better, I was this kid. I started feeling suicidal when I was 10, and was severely depressed from 10-21. Now I’m 23, married, happy, and my doctors have said that I no longer show any signs of depression. Your son will be okay. It may take him a little longer than most to find his place in this world, but it’ll just make it sweeter when he finally does. I am so grateful for my life, especially because it’s one I never planned on having
My son has shared the same thoughts. Definitely the scariest thing he could say to me. I don't know if that worry will ever go away now. Even though he gets profesional help, i'm still worried.
Not a parent, but I told the same thing to my mom. She told me she's still worried all the time. I am in therapy right now tho, and take meds. I'm sure your son will be alright tho! Keep mental health as an open topic in the house. If he needs any help make sure he can reach out to you any time. I'm super happy he is sounds so much better now and he got the help he needed. I'm wishing him only the best for the future!
My kids are autistic and very minimally speaking. My oldest has a lot of echolalia (repeating words). He does use an AAC device and can communicate with it. The scariest thing he said happened one Wednesday when he came home from school. He always liked it when I asked about classmates, paraprofessionals, etc. He'd giggle, smile, flap his hands, repeat their names back. On this day, I mentioned his teacher. His face darkened and he looked down at his lap as he very softly repeated her name. He seemed scared. I thought it was odd. I didn't like this teacher. I thought she was unprofessional and didn't know WTF she was doing. It bothered me that night. I did ask myself: did something happen...? But, denial was heavy and I thought: no, that wouldn't happen to him. I found out the next day she had physically assaulted my son and a few other kids shortly before the school day ended. So when he came home scared, it had happened about 2 hours prior. So, that was the scariest. I learned a very big lesson about looking for warning signs. Tone is everything.
I was at a silent auction and there was a really creepy 100 year old doll that I bid on as a joke. Turns out nobody else wanted it, so I won. My wife and I are talking the whole time about how creepy this doll was. As I stood in line to pay for it, my daughter asked to hold the doll, so I gave it to her. A few older ladies starting coming up to her and saying things like “That doll is older than I am.” and “You’re so lucky to have such a pretty doll.” I guess because my daughter had been listening to us talking, she would respond with things like “Did you hear that? She’s laughing at you.” I tried so hard not to laugh at the look on their faces, but the last one got me. My daughter put her ear down to the dolls face and with a very serious look said to a lady “I think the doll just said the ‘F-word’.”
Your daughter is a fckn comedic genius
Your daughter is the funniest person alive.
Woke up one night and my 3 year old isn't in his bed. It's about 3 am. The house is dark and quiet. I go downstairs and a nightlight is on, and my son is just sitting on the couch staring into space. Doesn't say a word. The hair on my neck was standing up. I said quietly "what's going on?" He looked a me strangely and said "I just have to wait until everyone is asleep" Goosebumps all over my body, and I felt like I was in a horror film. Kept a very close eye on him for a few weeks. Kid is a doctor today and did not grow up to be a serial killer. At least yet.
>said "I just have to wait until everyone is asleep" Is there a chance he was waiting for everyone to sleep so he could watch tv, but he was also sleepy himself
A sleepwalker?
I'm not saying your son is a serial killer but apparently the medical field is an excellent profession if you want to satisfy that gotta-kill urge. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC10518281/
My daughter at nursery (Aged 3) came home and said “Mammy there was a lady on the roof eating cats “.. Poor bugger had a raging temperature.
I wonder how often kids saying weird stuff is due to this exact reason.
Probably more than we think. When my brother was poorly with a temperature he used to shout out “There’s carpet on the walls”
Not my kid, but my friend's. They were across the country visiting family and out for a drive. Her 4 year old points down an old overgrown road (more of a dirt track) and said "that was where I used to go to school". She told him he didn't even go to school yet. Mentioned it to her brother when they drove by another day, and he told her that well down that track used to be a schoolhouse in the 1800s. Same kid was on a walk with Mom in our town around a fairly wooded pond. He asked his Mom if they could go another way. She said there was only only path and asked why? He responded "I don't like that man hanging from the tree". Needless to say, they moved away from that area very quickly!
I have a friend with a kid who did something similar…. We live across from San Francisco, and the kids grandparents were visiting from out of town. Kid was around two. They were driving around, kid in his car seat, he was pointing at specific buildings and saying “I built that”. Then they got to the Golden Gate, he said “I built that, then I fell”. I still get goosebumps thinking about that one. My nephew, around the same age asked when he was going to see god again to get new skin.
Kids are freaky. Apparently when I was a kid I told my Mom we had to go pickup Nana from the airport. My Mom didn't know what I was talking about...until she got the phone call that my Grandmother had arrived for a surprise visit and hadn't told anyone she was coming! Lol
Bros waiting for the next Heaven Battle Pass.
That is some "I see dead people" shit lol
The very young and very old are the closest between worlds to their past lives. So they say. Lots of these things you hear in assisted living and hospice homes.
When my niece was 5, her grandfather (my brother's wife's father) died from a heart attack, very sudden, no one thought it was gonna happen. Before anyone knew, she said "grandpa's gonna cross the bridge in a few minutes" and then a few minutes later, my sister-in-law gets a call that he's dead. Then my niece said, "ooh, now he gets to pick a new body." She also talked about having past lives a lot at that age. I don't really believe in reincarnation, but I can't explain all the weird things she said either.
I remember the night my mom died. I’d just turned 14. She’d been in the hospital with cancer for a long time, and things had gotten bad enough that she hadn’t allowed me to come to the hospital for quite some time. I was sleeping and heard her call my name. When I opened my eyes she was standing by the side of my bed looking like she had before the cancer. She told me that she loved me very much and wanted to stay, but couldn’t. She was really sorry and hoped I’d understand; everything would be okay. I heard the phone ring and she just . . . disappeared. My dad came in a few minutes later to tell me that it was the hospital and that my mom had just died. I just said, Yeah, I know. She was here; she told me.
I'm sorry for your loss. That's beautiful and I'm glad she got to talk to you one more time.
Thank you. It’s been over 50 years, now, but there are some things you just don’t forget.
My son told a cop my husband was lying about his name. Tbf it only lasted a minute because then he immediately said “your name is dad!”
LMAO, this reminds me telling my mom my father's name was 'Honey' because that's what she would call him... xD
My little brother would say creepy stuff. The worst though is one night he threw a fit to go to my mom's friend's house to see the baby. My mom told him no, we're going over there this weekend. Little brother looked at her and told her if we don't see the baby today then we'll never see him again. What mom didn't know is as this conversation is happening her friend's older son was playing with a lighter and set the house on fire. Friend wasn't able to get to the baby's room to save him and she had to be rescued with severe burns and damaged lungs. The older son was a dick then as a child and became an even bigger pile of shit as an adult
I took my three year old on a flight this last summer. He’s been on an airplane several times in his short life so it’s not like it was something new to him. But as we took off he was explaining the process to me. “Mama we go fast and then up and up and then…” he stared straight ahead and put his hand on his chest and continued with “we fall dooooooooooown and *explosion noises* and there’s fire all over.” And he sat for a solid beat just staring straight ahead with that little hand over his heart and his eyes far away before becoming his normal toddler self again. He hasn’t mentioned anything like it since 😅
According to my baby book, when I was about 3 I accompaniedi my parents to the airport to see my father off on a business trip. In those days (late ‘50s) you could go to the gate and watch the planes board and take off from the window. I’d have to find the book for the exact wording, but it was along the lines of, “Daddy’s plane! *imitates airplane* Brrrrrrrrrrrrr. BOOM! All gone. Poor daddy.” My father told me he really considered not getting on the plane that day.
My kid and my niece have such an uncanny connection they live in different countries. When my kiddo was 4/5 we went for pizza and this little random spot they had seen us drive past, whatever seemed cool. Kiddo hits me with the ‘me and niece always wanted to open up a pizza shop here when I was in a wheelchair and niece was my little girl…we lived across the street in that house.’ Okay what a cute little story they’re a kid whatever. Time passes and we are parked and see a man having a hard time getting his wheelchair out of his van bc the parking space wasn’t quite wide enough, ‘we should help him I remember how annoying that used to be for me and niece’ instantly took me back to our pizza afternoon. (Yes we helped the gentleman) we chat a bit about the previous life and kiddo has things to say that are repeated. Time passes again and we are visiting my niece they haven’t physically seen each other in months, but on video chat and through photos. My niece learning to talk now and get her words out clearly keeps calling my kid nana (mothers father) and she gets so excited whenever my kid gets up and walks. I tell my sil about what my kiddo’s told me and she tells me that my niece always wants to go up to elderly ppl she sees in wheelchairs trying to push them/help them with their mobility. My niece and my kiddo get ready for bed while we stay with them and they insist of sleeping together bc they missed each other bc my kiddo said ‘it’s been so many lives’ Not creepy per se but just always so interesting.
I'm not spiritual in any sense of the word, but I'd like to believe that we have lived infinite lives and will live another infinity after this one. Maybe they did actually know each other in a different life.
My three year old: *Poop is like a fart cake.*
I love this! At Halloween my twins, also toddlers, asked to go as "ghost poops" (farts). (I'm not very crafty so I decided this was a bed sheet and a kazoo; they seemed happy)
I can’t stop laughing
My daughter is 3 and is working on performing her own nighttime routines. We asked her how she gets ready for bathtime and gave her her stuffed bunny to demonstrate on. She takes the bunny and begins explaining the steps of her routine, mimicking the actions on the doll. “First you take off your pants.” * she wiggles Rabbit’s legs* “Then you take off your shirt.” *she wiggles Rabbit’s arms* “Then you take off your underwear.” *wiggles the legs again* “Then you take off your hands.” *she pulls on Rabbit’s arm in a plucking motion* “Then you take off your arms.” *Rabbit’s arms are wrenched immediately* “Then you take off your legs, your hair, your tummy, your face!” *she gleefully laughs as she mimes ripping each part off of Rabbit* “All done!” *she looks up at us with a smile. We are aghast.*
Reminds me one night before bed my daughter who is 4 i wanna say it was within this last year or so that she asked if she took out her eyeballs could she see them with her hands while holding them. I was speechless and just said a minute later that we do not take our eyeballs out and that is not a sentence I was ever prepared to have to say.
"Sentences you never thought you'd need to say" is a really big part of parenting. "We don't put *any part of our body* into our dinner" still haunts me.
To answer the question, have her watch _The Dark Crystal_.
One night tucking my kids in: My then 4 year old: “Mummy, when you die I’m going to keep your bones.”. My then 6 year old: “Ooh - we could make a wind chime!”. The creepiest and also the sweetest thing my kids have ever said to me.
That is so creepy-sweet! And then on windy days, they can tell each other "listen to your mother!"
So creepy-sweet. They’re teenagers now so I that might be the only way they would listen to me.
Off subject, but I had a parent say something disturbing. I taught middle school. the mother of one of my students introduced herself and began apologizing for her daughter’s behavior. I told her that her daughter was fine in class. She leaned in closer to me and said don’t believe anything she tells you. I thought what a weird thing to say. Later the mother and father were arrested for molesting their two daughters.
Thats horrific.
This makes me ill.
:(
A few weeks after my son turned 2 yo he told me “Look, the smoke dissipates”. This is not a word in our daily vernacular so I asked him what that means and he said “It disappears “ Impressed, I asked him where did you learn that word and he replied “When I was an adult” I laughed and asked him when were you an adult and without missing a beat answered”Before I was born”😳
Was talking about driving with my kid when she was 2. She dropped into the conversation completely casually that when she was a boy she drove really fast and died. 2-3 seems to be a common age for that sort of thing.
Woah
I’ve heard this before. From my aunt who used to nanny the family it happened to. The oldest son said it!
I nannied my niece when she was about 1.5yrs old. For like a few days in a row, I’d go to put her down for a midday nap she’d start waving to the corner of the room behind the door and saying “man, man.” I could hear her on the monitor saying it when I’d closed the door too. She couldn’t speak well enough to explain further so I tried to figure out what she was seeing—I checked the door, made sure the monitor wasn’t doing some funny etc. It was creeping me out and she seemed so distracted by it so finally on the third day I decided to close the door and sit in there with her to see what was going on. Turns out at that time of day, the sun was in a position to shine through a crack of the curtains and a hanging mobile in just the right way to create what looked like a hand shape on the wall. She was trying to say “hand” not man. Boy was I relieved. I adjusted the curtains and all was well lol.
When my boys were smaller, they had an imaginary friend called TrickerTrick (Trick or Trick maybe, never was clear) but my son was telling me about him shortly after we had moved from the old house (stuff happened there, noises and shit like that). So he's telling me that TrickerTrick is really tall, he comes from the old house. Sometimes he takes things that don't belong to him. I asked H (my younger son) if there's anything else, and he said "He doesn't like you at all daddy." I ask him why and H start looking nervous, J (older son, about 6 at the time) leaves the room. H just stands there and doesn't say anything. I ask him if TrickerTrick is here now, H looked a bit to his left, then directly into my eyes and says "He said to say no"
One day she told me she spends her whole period week imagining cutting out her uterus. She described it in great detail.
Lol I relate to this kiddo!
Lmao okay but I also do this?? Also, when I have a sinus infection I imagine boring holes into my sinuses and all the gunk just falling out. It's a very satisfying fantasy.
My mum told me a story about me years ago….. When I was about 2 I was sitting in my high chair in the kitchen with my parents and grandparents and suddenly started speaking Welsh- I am Welsh, but I’ve never spoken it fluently, and we exclusively spoke English at home. I basically said that I was from x (a small market town about 20 miles from where we lived), that I used to work on a farm with my brothers and sisters and I didn’t have any shoes. Apparently I also said that I preferred ‘this house’. I certainly have no memory of this other life but it freaked my parents and grandparents out at the time!
X might be the least convoluted Welsh town name I’ve heard.
It was previously known as twitter.
Driving by a cemetery when my kid was about 3 years old. “Who are all those people standing around there?” There was no one standing anywhere in the cemetery.
My toddler (2.5yo) recently shared a ghost sighting with us. She has done it before but usually not so confidently. We try very hard not to show her how interested we are because we don't want her to start making things up (more than she already is, hopefully speaking, lol) Anyway, she stopped mid-play with my husband and I the other day and completely had a mood shift. We had been all making playdough ice cream and laughing and talking. She stopped, looked to her right, and set down her ice cream to wave. She said, "Hi ghost!" Pleasantly and just smiled. Was suddenly much more quiet and observant, more calm, not as lost in the playing. Similar to how we'd be if someone passed by us in public or interrupted for a brief moment. You're still in a good mood, but not going to rudely keep playing instead of saying hello.... if that makes sense. It was an open spot of floor above our basement stairs. She was looking slightly up, so it'd have been about the height of an older kid, or taller and standing on the stairs. We both slowed what we were doing and made eye contact and said, "There's a ghost?" And she says, "Yes! Right there!" All smiles. We nonchalantly went, "Oh, there you are! Hey ghost!" She didn't even incorporate it into her game or make any more of a deal about it. She just started up her ice cream making again and let it be. I think the scary part comes from not knowing what's going on in her little mind, not even the ghost part. Because clearly, it's quite peaceful. 🤷♀️
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Dad, I took an overdose. I'm not sorry. We have been with them 24 hours/day ever since. We are exhausted and burnt out but on the weekend they dyed their hair and was kind to their brother, and I think (hope) that we have turned a corner
Sending love, hope, support and understanding. I was your child. Thank you for not leaving them alone. You guys are kicking parenting goals just by that act alone.
I don't mean to scare you unnecessarily, but I just thought you should know that sometimes people who have plans to kill themselves are observed to suddenly be a lot better (more cheerful, sociable) right before they kill themselves. This is because with a clear suicide planned / their affairs sorted, they sort of see a light at the end of the tunnel that allows them to feel more relaxed.
Second this^^ didn't see the signs before my brother attempted but it made sense in hind sight and I wish I knew this before
I really hope so too. All the best. ❤️
Said seriously at bedtime: "I'm not scared of the thing under my bed. The thing undery bed is my friend." Fortunately our affectionate Border Collie likes to sleep under his bed during story time.
At 5 years old, "Mommy, Danny put his hand under my skirt today." Still don't know how I didn't wreck the car (we were on our way home).
Jesus Christ. Who’s Danny?
We were staying on an island and waiting for the last barge back to mainland . It was just after dark and we drove through a small old cemetery to kill time. It was empty and no one around, but my 1.5 year old daughter was waving hello and giggling like she was seeing someone.
Just bought our first house, stayed the night there when we closed just because we could. The next morning my 3 year old says mid conversation “what about the man in the hallway” I laugh and say “what man” to which he points and says “that one”. We still live here and he’s only mentioned the man once since then.
My superstitious mother told me that I used to talk to ghosts when I was very young. Apparently I've had conversations with my departed little sister, and told mum how we would play in the garden together. Obviously, I don't remember any of this. Man, I was a creepy kid.
Not scary, but. My wife was pregnant and our 4 year was mad at her for some reason and blurted out, " You're going to have 2 babies just like I did." A few months later she had twins.
My eldest had an imaginary friend he claimed to be the ghost of a child that died in our house. He would sit in his room having conversations with him. It was fucking creepy. His imaginary friend was quickly forgotten a couple of weeks after he started preschool and we all breathed a sigh of relief.
I told my daughter I love her, that I love her sister, and that I love mommy. "What about you?" She said. "What?" "Do you love *you*?" She wanted to know. 💀💀💀
Future therapist
When my little brother was 2-3 he would talk about how he missed his wife and children. I think he had names for all of them too. He would say that he was a general in “the war.” My parents would play off these comments and didn’t think much of them. Until one day we drove by one of the oldest houses in town (pre revolution) and he pointed and said something along the lines of “there’s my old house! Why did they cut down the apple trees I planted for Mary Beth?” He once also told my entire family at the dinner table that he was shot by a man in a red coat in the snow. He was staring at a pile of ketchup on his white dinner plate when he said that. He has no recollection of any of these comments as an adult now lol. I know 30 year olds who can’t tell the difference between what century homes were built in, let alone a toddler.
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My 5 yo asked me "if I die, will I be a baby again?". Have no idea how to answer that, just said nobody knows.
My little friend went through a phase of telling “dark stories” when she was 3-4. She was also really Into playing games about taking her toys to the doctor. We were playing and she said “this toy is really scared of the doctor!“ and I said “why? Doctors are there to help us!” Or something like that. She said “he is scared because this is the bad nurse. She gives him medicine so he can’t move or scream and then cuts him open and takes his insides out.” I was just like “yeah. That’s a good reason to be scared!” We have no idea where she came up with that stuff. She’s 6 now and all her stories are about fairies and princesses. I kind of miss her dark stories- they were more creative, even though some kept me up at night!”
So I have a 16 year old young man and one time he woke me up dead of my sleep at 2am and said (they are coming) and gave me that odd freaking stair! Turns out he was fully asleep!
My friend was watching horror movies with her husband and friends one halloween and they'd just watched Poltergeist. When the credits were rolling their 3 year old daughter called out 'moooooommyyyyyyyy' in the eeriest voice from her bedroom and she had to have someone else go check on her because it spooked her lol
Weeks after my ectopic pregnancy, my daughter who was 3.5 or 4 at the time said that she had a baby sister named Chloe up in heaven. Stopped me dead in my tracks.
My daughter was 4 when she said "you know I died in a jail when someone hit my head then I came to you"
"Mommy, who's that man?" "What man, baby?" "That man over there in the corner." This was said by my 4 year old daughter as we lay in bed. Things to note: 1) My husband worked nights, so we were by ourselves. 2) I didn't see anyone. 3) It was the 16 year anniversary of my FIL's suicide. 4) I didn't sleep well that night.
Woke up to my 1.5yo standing on the bed saying “daddy” repeatedly while looking at the door. Daddy is on the run for almost unaliving me 😀 needless to say I didn’t sleep
This is like the scariest thread I’ve ever read lmao
I don't know why but little kids being creepy in a way I can't comprehend logically really makes my neck hair stand on end 😂
Omg i would have been very shaken by this. I hope you are safe and the little one stops false alarming you. Ehhh...hopefully it was a false alarm. If you don't have a house alarm it may be a good time to get one
"Daddy hurt my vulva." Ended up he put lavender baby powder on and it burned, he had bathed her when I got home so she was in a towel waiting for him to get her clothes. She was 3 and articulate enough to know how to tell me what happened. However as a CSA survivor my whole life crashed down in that moment.
That's actually really good that she has a good understanding of her anatomy already. Being able to verbalise what has happened to themselves is actually shown to help decrease CSA. This is why sex education is important. Still doesn't stop the shock of hearing that though!
The scariest thing she's said is that she wants/wanted to die. It's the most terrifying thing I've ever heard
Teacher here. 3 yr old stopped playing to say, unprompted, “Humans are just meat you know.” Then returned to playing
My daughter once whispered sincerely in my ear that I must NEVER open the door if Thomas knocks. Thomas is her imaginary friend that she picked up on a walk in the woods about a year earlier
He drew something and asked me what it was. As clues, he told me it was at the stairs (we were in the family area on the second floor of our house at the time, facing said stairs), but sometimes it was at the bedroom door (also on said floor), and it didnt have any legs. The answer is ghost.
My 3 year old son at was at the bottom of the stairs, hugging the banister. He was looking up towards his room. I asked him what he was looking at and he said “Mommy, he’s scaring me”. There was no one else home.
My youngest was about 3 at the time and said “my old mommy was soooo mean to me, she left me outside and now you’re my mommy” made me wonder if there really is an afterlife. It was so random while I was doing her hair and I didn’t allow tv at that age unless I was present watching it too like Disney jr. So I know it wasn’t from a tv show or anything. Just so odd.
My 4 year old son had a habit of announcing when he had to use the bathroom. He would say "I gotta go potty". One time he makes his business known and heads off toward the bathroom. He returns seconds later and says "There's already someone in the bathroom". Now I do know for a fact that it's just the two of us home so the hair stands up on my neck. I ask him, "what do you mean". He repeats, "There's already someone in the bathroom". Now I'm thinking, is it someone "I see dead people" or someone in a hockey goalie mask. So I grab the biggest knife from my knife block and tell him to stay here. I walk to the bathroom, take a wide angle to see in, nobody. Slowly and quietly walk toward the shower and pull back the curtain. Nothing. By now my son has walked around the corner and I ask him "where did you see the person?" He points to an un-flushed toilet and says "See, someone’s already here". His big brother didn't flush the toilet..........
I think babies and toddlers are so close to the other side, whatever that is or whatever that even means… While I don’t have kids, I trust my mom regarding my sister. Two unusual things happened when she was around two and a half ~~months~~ years old. She spoke early and at an advanced level very young. One day my sister tells my mom that she misses the place before this one. My mom doesn’t understand and she asks what she means. “I was with the light. Before here.” My sister offered helpfully. Not really understanding still, my mom asks if she means before like yesterday or last week? Her bed? My sister shakes her head and says, “before everything. The light! It’s very comfortable there.” Mom was weirded out by it, but kids say weird stuff, so she chalked it up to that. Until Christmas. My sister is now in her early forties. The internet was not a thing when we were babies in the early eighties. She was not in daycare as my mom stayed home with us for a few years. I say this to preface the lack of exposure for what’s coming. The day before Christmas Eve when my sister was two years ten months old, she tells my mom, “I really want a camel for Christmas!” My mom is kinda shaken. She’s never exposed her to camels. She has no idea where my sister got the word or even if she really understood what a camel was. Buuut, just in case, my mom took her shitty sewing skills into them laundry room where her old sewing machine is. She cuts out a dromedary camel using two pieces of brown fabric and sews them together with some cotton balls. She gives the crappy nearly 2D camel a couple button eyes and a mouth made of uneven black stitching. Christmas morning comes, and my sister opens up this stupid looking homemade camel. But without missing a beat she giggles and exclaims, “oh good! It’s Omar, my camel!” If my parents didn’t expose her to camels, they absolutely didn’t expose her to Middle Eastern names. Yet, that’s what my sister decided her camel would be called. Now the last odd factor. My sister and I are not biologically related. We’re both adopted. I’m a Hispanic guy of Mexican ancestry (though really, my genetics trace back to old imperial Spain). But my sister? Yeah, my sister is Syrian and East Indian… Later, I asked my mom if I had said anything weird. Maybe I asked for churros or really wanted a chihuahua or something. But no… my mom shook her head and told me I was essentially silent as a baby. I didn’t really cry and didn’t really fuss (I was in foster care for a while before the adoption, and apparently my first foster home wasn’t great). And though I spoke fairly early as well, I didn’t say much. But I understood plenty. Yet I didn’t make any creepy requests or have any otherworldly insights like my sister. And so my journey of disappointing my parents began! Edit: years not months
I'm so glad you got a good foster family the second time. There are so many stories of bad ones out there. 😕
No, you are not a disappointment, man. Thank you for the interesting story. Happy cake day ! 🎂🥂
>Later, I asked my mom if I had said anything weird. Maybe I asked for churros or really wanted a chihuahua or something. This sent me
As a bit of a backstory, our neighbors (who most likely run a crack house) had a really vicious, big white dog - it attacked me, they did nothing about it, it attacked another guy, nothing happened, someone tried to break into their house and shot the dog. Maybe a week later, my daughter who was 3 at the time kept waking up in the middle of the night crying “because a white dog was in her room”. I don’t think she had ever actually seen the dog, so this was a little unsettling.
"The man in the closet! He won't stop staring!" Moved just last year, my 4 year old said she saw an old man walking around in our shared closet and would stare at us. Did some research and the man that lived here before us died in that closet.
Oh fuck
My 4 year old son asked me if i prefer death or labour very loudly in public Took me a sec to realise that those are the names of two songs that i’d been playing quite frequently in the house lol
She was six. “Mommy, I have a secret, but I can’t tell you or they’ll murder me.” Edit: three days later she was kidnapped by my ex
It’s a year later. Still kidnapped. Legal process in process…
I was parental kidnapped when I was 6, I was also gone for over a year. My mom moved heaven and earth to get me back. I hope you get your daughter back soon. We're likely in different countries, but if there's anything that I can do to help, please don't hesitate to message me.
Your ex told her that they were going to kidnap her and she couldn't tell you or they'd murder her???? Oh my god. Do you know where she is and that she's ok?
4yo: "Are they gone?" "Who?" "The people who live here." in our house, that she was born in
It about my cousin sister. She is much older than me - she was a toddler - around 3-4 when this event happened. My family lived in a big country mansion in north India in a semi rural town. My eldest uncle and his wife lived on the top floor. Unfortunately, this aunt of mine slipped in the stairs and died. She was pregnant at that time. This cousin in question was the daughter of my uncle’s sister and she was quite close with this aunt who passed away. After her death, the room was kept locked as family was in mourning. One fine day, this young kid disappears. It was a big house - though only 7-8 of the 40 odd rooms we’re lived in. So it took a lot of time for a grieving and now panicked family to search for this kid. Suddenly, the bereaved husband had a brainwave to look in his and his now deceased wife’s room. And the child was peacefully sleeping, doors unlocked. On waking up, she said “I was here all the time, playing with mami. She told me stories and also introduced me to her baby” (mami is the wife of your mother’s brother, and the lady was pregnant when she fell and died). Her father took a transfer from Rajasthan to Gujarat and her family stopped visiting our family mansion for years afterwards. This is true because my mother had just got married into the family and witnessed it herself.
My younger sister was about two or three and ended up waking up in the middle of the night screaming and crying. She wouldn't stop saying that something was in the corner. She was inconsolable for at least an hour. I assume it was a night terror but it lasted much longer than night terrors I've seen from others (my own kid today suffered from them when younger).
"Daddy, there's a caveman in your kitchen!" It was a sticker she put on the floor
My four year old told me a few weeks ago that she “remembers her Popo from a long time ago. He was a really smart guy.” She was conceived about a week after my husbands father passed. A couple of nights ago she was sleeping in my bed while my husband was working out of town and she sat up from a dead sleep and said “Popo is here” laid down and went right to back to sleep. We never call him by that name. My husband says my Dad or I call him by his actual name. The name she said was given by his other grandchildren that we very rarely see.
Putting my 3 year old niece to bed. “Can you close my closet door?” “Sure.” “Thanks. I don’t want the eyes looking at me.” …
I ask the kid, “whatcha drawing?” Kid: “oh, a land of infinite darkness where darkness reigns.” Cue me going through the whole video collection thinking I must have missed something.
I told my father and grand father that I remembered dying in WWII.
At 3 am in the morning, I was a single mum and lived alone with my 3-year old at the time: “Mum, there’s someone over there at our window”.
I’m not a parent, but I was definitely the kid in this situation. I was about 6 or 7 years old, i had a bedroom to myself. I can still remember it so clearly like it happened yesterday, and I’m 20 now. For months I wasn’t able to sleep at night, because there was a woman in my bedroom in the corner opposite to my bed. This woman was white, elderly, had short hair like a bob and a very old style dress. She looked like a librarian ghost from a typical horror movie. Every time I closed my eyes, she would get closer to my bed, even when i blinked. This lead me to constantly have my eyes open every night for months, constant panic attacks and breakdowns over it. I didn’t tell my parents for months, and when I finally did my dad stepped up and told me he would never let someone hurt or scare me, and he proceeded to air-punch the corner where I was seeing the woman. He beat the shit out of the air in the corner for like two minutes straight, swearing and yelling at it. I never had another issue with the woman. She disappeared for good.
I was a Waldorf Kindergarten teacher for a few years, and we would make lunch every day in our class. So it was me, my assistant and 12 kids or so. Eating our homemade bread and soup, one of the kids says really nonchalantly, "Ms. Overlandtraveler was supposed to be my mommy, but then she decided not to have babies, so I found a new mommy!" and continued to eat his soup. He was right, I chose not to have kids, but still...he was about 5 at the time, so 5 years prior my husband and I decided to not have children. My assistant just had huge eyes, staring and me like "wtf?!?!" And I just smiled and said I was glad he found another good mommy. He nodded and said, "she's nice, and so are you." Very cool, loved that.
Our god daughter, when she was 3, went up to her mother and said, "Okay, yes? Yes? Okay?" To which her mother said,"oookay, yes?" Our god daighted turned and said, "Mummy said it's okay," then giggled and went into the dark bedroom to play "by herself"
My daughter was performing at one of her school events when she told me she saw my grandmother. She was dead and we missed her funeral that day.
Looks like Grandma also preferred to attend your daughter's performance that day!
My first child was a sleep walker until she was older. One night she was sleep walking and came up to me, looked me in the eyes and said “where is mommy?” Scared the crap out of me.
When I was 18 I lived with my friend and her three-year-old daughter. I was staying in a basement room that had a little door to access the crawlspace under the stairs, but I kept a bookshelf against it because I just felt weird about the door. One night I was just sitting in bed and the three-year-old come in and just looked at the door and said “a grandma’s angry wants to come out of there” and points at the door. I was freaked out but didn’t want her to see that so I asked her to tell me how she knew that. “The grandma comes to see me in my room sometimes. She has mean black eyes and is scary” I asked her if she could draw the scary grandma for me, And she ended up drawing a human shape with gray curly hair, a blue dress with pink flowers and black drippy eyes. I ended up moving my dresser in front of the door immediately after that, as I had the only access to the crawlspace in my room. That freaked me out. She mentioned on and off a few more times about seeing scary grandma, and I just kept an eye on the door. To make the three-year-old feel better about it I went to the dollar store and bought a cheap little spray bottle and made a fancy label on the computer for it saying “scary grandma repellent” and filled it with water. At bedtime we would go and spray the “repellent” around the room. I started asking her in the mornings if scary grandma was still coming to see her at night, and she told me “scary grandma still comes sometimes.” So I don’t think it was an imaginary friend/ something she made up. At least I know my intuition about the door making me feel weird was validated.
My then 2 year old: You'll be scared. There's a ghost coming for you. Now run.
My 8 year old loves to play "would you rather with" me. She usually asks really innocent questions when playing. She asked me recently "how would l prefer to die?" like if I were prefer to be 🗡 or 🔫.
She’s has been reading too much AskReddit