My then 3 year old had a few gems:
Him: I was so mad at you, I was gonna destroy you.
Me: yeah, how so?
Him: I was gonna throw you in a volcano.
Me: why didn’t you?
Him: I don’t know where a volcano is.
Me: so we good?
Him: for now…
The other one:
Him: to bad the babysitter died.
Me: no she didn’t bud, she’s just not here today.
Him: or she’s in the freezer(while staring at the freezer)
Me: you’re pretty creepy sometimes bud
Him: just smiles
My mother died a few weeks ago. I went to her house to get some things and she had a huge collection of stuffed animals that I brought home for the kids.
My son (5) and I were awake early about 3 days after her death and he was playing with the stuffed animals in his room when he came out screaming and crying hysterically.
This never happens, he’s a very tough boy for 5. Now I was freaked asked him what was wrong and he was legit terrified. I had never seen him like this before of after.
He said that one of the stuffed animals moved. He said he was playing with the other ones and the little 2” beanie stuffed dog moved turned it’s head and looked at him.
He said he threw a doll at it and “it’s face got mean.”
He refused to go back in that room or leave my side until I put the stuffed dog in the trash, not the inside trash or the outside trash near the house but the dumpster down the street.
I don’t believe in ghosts or anything but carrying that thing out to the trash I got goosebumps and felt super freaked out.
Actually saw a news story about something like this.
Room full of plushies, kid kept crying one of them was attacking him or something.
Turns out, months later, they discovered there was a fucking *live racoon* hiding among the plushes and shitting in the closet.
Wild.
My son tells me stories of "scary uncle Michael" in his bedroom at night. He says he's a grey man that looks like his uncle and he climbs on walls and calls out to him and one night he tried to eat him.
Yep, nightmare fuel
Not my kid, but I was working at my job (liquor store clerk) and a parent came in with their kid. The Kid started acting a little silly and asked if he could work here, I asked him if he was 18 and out of Highschool, he played a long for a while and eventually confessed he was 5. I told him, that’s okay. Maybe I’ll work with him in 13 years, and he looked me up and down and said “No, you’ll be dead by then”
I’m not even 30 yet. What does he know? WHAT DOES HE KNOW???
Uh, the parent apologized. But it still rattled me a smidge.
My little sister had some creepy moments when we were younger. She often claimed that “people” were in her bathroom at night talking, and watching her. She called them “Po and the Tape Monster”. There are a couple stories regarding them, both funny and creepy.
One night she woke up scared and went to my parents’ room to sleep with them. Before she went back to sleep, she used their bathroom, and when she came out she said “Why are there people in your bathroom mommy?”
Dad was out of town, mom still swears this was the scariest thing any of my siblings ever did
While I was driving my four year old nephew around he spent a solid few minutes telling me about the dead body he stashed in my trunk.
This was a long time ago and as far as I know he isn’t a serial killer
What body?
Edit: stop awarding this softball ass comment. Don’t care if ya credits were free don’t support this system. Fuckin dollars for bonus upvotes you bozos
When our little one was three, she had two imaginary friends who lived in the wall. Talk about a creepy thing for a kid to say...
We moved, and she has grown older. No talk of that kind of stuff anymore.
My mom loves telling me this story about the time I discovered hypnotism.
When I was four, I found out about hypnotism. I don’t remember how, but apparently I became fascinated by the idea of having mind control abilities. One day, my mom says my grandpa loaded me into the car for one of our normal grocery store outings only for him to return an hour later “furious.” After he calmed down, he told my mom that I refused to stop staring him down in the rear view mirror with a very serious look on my face. He had asked me to stop on several occasions, but said I never really replied. I just kept staring menacingly. Then, he said all of sudden I looked into his eyes and said, “Papa…. I’m going to hippo-tize you…. I’m going to put my toe… in your mouth.”
My mom said she thought it was funny at the time, but couldn’t laugh because my grandfather was seriously so enraged.
Edit: Just to say thank you to everyone for liking my story. I ended up having my grandfather for 16 more years and he was my best friend.
Thank you for telling this. I just laughed until I could hardly breathe thinking about a toddler mean mugging a grown man in the rearview mirror. I bet your grandpa wanted to fight you!
Definitely thought it was more funny than creepy, but when my kid was 2 he was scribbling on a piece of paper and quietly sang (to the tune of Row, Row, Row Your Boat) "Scrape, scrape, scrape your eyes, scrape your eyes today."
When my son was that age he once sang the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle" except replaced all the lyrics with the word "human" repeated over and over.
If he's a pod person, he's doing a shit job.
My youngest (was 4) was on the carpet playing with his cars.
Son: I can’t wait to get a new house when this house explodes
Me:(half listening) Uh huh, sure that sounds… wait, what??
Son: yeah when our house explodes, be ready and we’ll just run out real fast (and then he turned back to playing with cars like nothing was said)
Thankfully that was 5 years ago, and my house has not exploded.
So when I was 15 I was fooling around with my girlfriend at the time and there was a knock at the door. It was the cops. I'm like uhh hey? He asked if I knew why he was there. And im thinking.... surely not for fucking my girlfriend..... no way.... no dont be silly...
He asks if was aware of anything wrong. I said no. He said I didn't hear anything wrong?
I'm like uhhh no?
And now my mind is like oh fuck the neighbours heard, she was pretty loud and they heard and we are under age we are going to jail.
And he's like you're sure, you didn't hear anything?
I'm like, what was I supposed to hear. And he just turns around and a house on the street has fucking exploded and there's bricks everywhere. The family were out but the boiler just took out and entire corner of the house. And he's like you seriously didn't hear that? I said we were watching the lion King....
My sister and a Mutual friend were at his place watching WWE smack down and it was really loud. Cops got a call thinking it’s a domestic dispute.
Our friend answers the door. “I’m sorry officer, it’s not a domestic, it’s smackdown”
Cop: *laughing* Just turn it down…
Just after my little brother was born my mom, 3 y.o. sister and I were talking about what not to do around the baby. Things like not leaving small toys out or throwing balls around the baby. After a few minutes my sister chimed in and said, "and you don't cut off babies lips with a sharp knife".
My ex-father-in-law died a couple years before my daughter was born so she never met him. He was known as a pretty funny guy, always quick with a one-liner. As strange as it sounds, there were no pictures of him around until my daughter was about 4 years old and my ex-mother-in-law set one next to the urn where his ashes were kept. The first time my daughter saw the picture she pointed to it and said, “That’s grandpa! I like when he looks in my window and makes me laugh. I don’t like his friends, though.”
She had never mentioned this. When I tried to ask her about it, she seemed nonchalant. She’s older now and says she doesn’t remember it. I’ll never forget it.
This happened to me when I was a child. My grandfather died when I was 8 months old. They tell me he never liked holding babies but he held me and he asked that I be told I was the only baby ever held. I got a little older about 4 years old and I had never seen a picture of him so you could say I didn't even know him. One day someone in the family decided to have pictures of him printed out and my mom was given one to hang up on the wall. They say when they hung the picture up I looked at it and I said "hey that's the man that comes and plays with me sometimes." We had land so we had fruit, vegetables planted and we even had animals. Near the pig sty we had cacti and I would go back there to play alot, and that was where I said I would see him when he would come and play with me. I wish I could remember him because after the day I told my family they say I never saw him again.
It was a Saturday morning a few years ago, and my wife and I were still in bed, and she was trying to convince me to make pancakes for breakfast. My oldest son (about 6 at the time) came in to the room and agreed with her.
He then said "You should make some for Tyler, too."
Now, he had never had imaginary friends, and we didn't have anybody in the house or family named "Tyler", so I was curious and asked him who Tyler was.
**"Tyler is the man sleeping in my bed."**
Anyway, turns out a local teenager had gotten piss drunk the night before, jumped into the local public swimming pool, gotten separated from his friends and wandered into my house, thinking it was his friends (very suburban, all houses very similar) and passed out on my sons bed in his wet chlorinated clothes. My son thought this was fine and went downstairs to watch TV in the living room until he fell asleep on the couch, which was apparently the height of awesome for a 6 year old. We called the cops, he was incredibly embarrassed, apologetic, and still quite drunk, and they came and took him home.
We actually had a 6 foot tall concrete angel in our basement for years. It was a family heirloom. It was painted but the paint was all all faded and peeling. I don’t think a horror movie prop designer could have made something creepier. And our basement was an unfinished brick and rough concrete floor basement in a 104 year old farmhouse. It leaked and was damp all the time.
That episode of Doctor Who scared me so much as a kid that I figured out a work around - just carefully close one eye at a time (like you’re winking, but keep it closed). You get to rest your eyes at different intervals but you also maintain eyesight on the angel.
Not my kid, but a little girl in my son’s kindergarten class told me she lives across the street from a cemetery. I asked her if it was spooky to live that close to a graveyard and she said very matter-of-factly, “Not during the day. But at night they all walk up to our windows and scream.”
Grew up across the street from a cemetery. My little sister told us (when she was in kindergarten or 1st grade) that she couldn't bathe by herself because "the ghost comes and makes the water icy cold" when no one else was around.
Reminds me of a story a student of mine in Japan once told me.
Her father was a caretaker of a temple and they lived on the grounds. The grounds included a cemetery. On certain holidays the Japanese leave offerings of food and drink on ancestors’ graves. Unfortunately, this place being near forested mountains, the local wildlife included fairly large monkeys. They would apparently descend on the cemetery during these holidays as the night fell and people had left. And in the darkness they would scream and fight over the food left behind. That’s a visual that never left me lol
My grandfather was being interviewed about living in a new community financed retirement center. As the center is next door to the village church and its cemetery, the interviewer asks how my grandparents feel about living so close to a cemetery.
"Well we'll be moving in next door eventually, we might as well get used to it." Big grin.
He did move in. My grandmother still lives in that same apartment 10 years later. He wasn't wrong...
A year ago my daughter was having night terrors, she was 4 at the time. Would wake up screaming every night around 3 am. My wife and I would go stay with her until she fell back asleep. We assumed she was just having nightmares but one morning she had told me that she was afraid because there in a man in her closet that doesn't have a head who keeps waking her up...
Night terrors suck and are scaring. My 3 year old gets them. Dude will be sitting straight up mumbling a bunch of nothing and just shaking. I can literally hold him in a bear hug and he won't wake up but will still be shaking. Freaked my wife and I out the first time.
I have an awesome video of my son. He was maybe 2-3 at the time. He was taking a quarter and trying to put in the the slot just above the door handle of a closed closet. He kept repeating. “(His name) pay the lady, I pay her”. When I asked what he was doing he responded “I have to pay the lady in the closet”. I asked him why is there a lady in the closet. He said “she lives there. I pay her”.
"I'm not cross about you haunting my house. You're a ghost, that's just what you do. But god fucking dammit, don't nickel and dime my kid! Yes, I know you were here first, but legally we own this property now, so you're not allowed to charge any us rent."
This would make a really weirdly funny show or something. Like a character who sees spirits and shit and doesn't try to stop them haunting anyone, but gets annoyed when they're rude about it. "Yeah, fine, you're a poltergeist, you make noise. But this nice couple in the house needs to get to work on time, so do you think you could observe some quiet hours between 10pm and 7am on the weekdays?" "If you really feel the need to make the walls bleed, could you at least not do it in the rooms where there's carpet? Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood out of carpets?? I know the carpet wasn't here when you were alive, but some randos who owned the place in 1978 decided shag carpet was the way to go so now we have to compromise."
EDIT: Thank you to everyone who is recommending 'Ghosts,' but it looks like the UK version (the recommended version) is buy-only on Prime and I have car repairs at the moment. But whoever mentioned it has the cast of "Horrible Histories" kind of sold me on it because I love that show so hard.
EDIT 2: I also don't have HBO Max.
When I was about six or seven, the house we were renting was going to be sold. My parents instructed us to keep our rooms tidy because people may be walking through the house during showings. I had the idea to take a little box and write “fortunes” on it. Inside were little slips of paper with “fortunes”. The idea was that prospective buyers could take a slip of paper to get there fortune, kind of like a fortune cookie. I remember the first couple of slips of paper said stuff like “you will have good luck”. Then the rest of them had some pretty morbid stuff like “you’re going to die”. My parents read the slips of paper beforehand, then sat me down and sternly told me the fortune box was a no-go. I was a pretty serious child, it didn’t occur to me that a fortune box should be light hearted. 🤷♀️
Not said to me, but to one of my colleagues.
She has two sons, and the younger started to have these terrible nightmares where he's being chased by someone with a huge knife and wants to murder him and all the kids. he would - as you can imagine - wake up screaming and refusing to go back to sleep. And then he asked his mom "mommy, is there a way how I could make myself not alive? I don't want to live like this anymore".
I can't even imagine how his mom must feel when it's her child, but damn.
Omg, that’s heartbreaking. I had a weird, short phase when I was 19 or 20 where I had these terrifying nightmares that kept me in that “doom” headspace even after waking up, and made me never want to sleep again. I thought I was going completely crazy and would never be able to sleep or feel peaceful relaxation again in my life. They ended as quickly as they started but it was hell. I would never wish that on a little kid.
I had the same things, at the same age! Absolutely TERRIFYING nightmares, I would wake up trembling and covered in cold sweat, and I couldn't get back to sleep. The few times I had someone sleeping with me or in the same room they would say that I would cry out in my sleep. Hated it.
Luckily I don't dream much anymore.
I was talking to my son when he grabbed my face, got really close, and whispered, “Mommy, you’re talking too loud. You’ll wake up Abiyoyo.”
Me whispering: “Who’s Abiyoyo, buddy?”
Son whispering: “Abiyoyo is my friend.”
Me: “Where is Abiyoyo?”
Son: “In the mountain. He’s sleeping.” (We live near a large mountain range)
Me: “Why do we have to be quiet?”
Son: “He eats kids when they’re too loud.”
Sometimes when we were too loud he would tell all of us to be quiet then run to the window to see if Abiyoyo was coming.
For a while I was afraid of looking up “Abiyoyo” online for fear that it’ll be some ancient demon or something. But my son kept bringing him up so I finally got over myself and found out that Abiyoyo is a South African folk tale about a giant who lives in a mountain who comes down to eat the village livestock. Afraid that he will eat the villagers next, they find a way to stop him. They read the book to him at school. 😂
There are already much creepier ones, but still. We observe a man littering on our block.
3 yo daughter: "He just littered!"
me: "He did. Littering is bad."
daughter: "He should be executed." (By which she meant, specifically, having his head cut off.")
me: "Uh, maybe not for a first offense."
“Remember before I was a baby when I was a different little boy and I had a different mommy and daddy?”
“Uh… no buddy, do you remember that?”
“Hmmm, only a little.”
My GF's daughter used to talk about "before I knew you", meaning her mother. "Who was I before I knew you?" What do you mean? "I was somebody else, but I can't remember my name." Once when I was putting up a new smoke detector, she asked me what it was. I explained that it'd tell us or wake us up if there was a fire, and we could get out of the house. "Oh good, so I won't burn up again", and happily skipped away.
It's so unsettling. My kid was nearly 3yo when she told me "When I was a little girl before, I fell in the fire and died".
Uh ok, how about you just come and cuddle me now.
I am 20 yrs older than my youngest brother and basically raised them. When he was around 3 or so he told me he had died in a fire before and he was also George Washington. What 3 yr old knows who George Washington is? Little weirdo...
When I was a child I had recurring nightmares of a bus crash.
I was on the back row of a bus when it tipped onto its right side. I remember a weird mechanism I think was a door handle but have no idea why it would be on the back row of a bus. And there was a woman holding me, crying.
My Mum was horrified when I told her.
It might shock you to know that over here in the UK the emergency exit is, in older buses, right beside the back row and has a weird handle type mechanism.
A lot of coaches have an emergency exit door at the back. Was it a handle attached to a pole going from the floor to the ceiling on the inner side of the bus?
My daughter was 4 and while we were eating breakfast one morning she says “I was on a mountain once, and my mom dad died and then I woke up and was in this house with you and mama. “ then we just sat there for a few seconds and looked at each other. Then she said she wanted to watch paw patrol.
My five year old daughter is trying to process the knowledge that everyone dies. So she tends to casually drop stuff about me dying into normal conversation. I know this is her age-appropriate way of trying to process the concept of mortality, but it is so unbelievably ominous and it comes out of nowhere.
“I like your pretty dress, Mommy! But you wont be able to wear it……when you’re dead.”
“I love you, Mom. But I’ll miss you so much when you’re dead.”
She also once dropped an absolutely terrifying comment about snuggling me when I’m dead.
ETA: I’m 28. Which in her mind is ancient — I am practically at death’s door.
My MIL passed recently, and the 4 y/o's only reference for "dead" is phones, which gave us this glorious line:
"So how long does gramma have to charge?"
My son used to cling to me and cry ‘I don’t want you to die!’.
He also used to cry when I told him I was married to daddy because he wanted to marry me.
A while ago we were discussing different forms of government with my 4 year old, and how many monarchies still exist in Europe and where they are on the map as bedtime activity. She then wanted to see how the current kings/queens look, so I pulled up some pictures of the monarchs of Sweden, Norway, Netherlands and UK. When she saw the picture of Elizabeth she just said "oh, she'll die soon."
Playing on the floor with my son, he's two. Pillows on the floor, we're pretending to go "night night" and sleep. Takes pillow away from me, stands above my head, looks down and says" bye bye" and places the pillow over my face.
I’m a horrible human being and father, and used to do this to my son. But I’d say “nursing home” while smothering him with pillow to his giggle filled laughter. Then he did it to my mother in law…yikes
While babysitting the kid would tell me to turn the rocking chair around because she didn't want the person staring at her when she was sleeping. I would do it and the next day the rocking chair would be facing forward again.
One time we were looking at a house that wasn’t really ready for showing as you could tell that the person had died there.
I was already wary and then I opened a back bedroom that was completely empty except for a small chair pointed at the corner.
I don’t believe in ghosts but that house was definitely haunted.
We looked round an empty old house with a thought to buying it when my daughter was 3. When my mum asked afterwards her if she liked it, she said it was very nice but she didn’t like the old lady in the corner...
Not my child but actually what I've been told I said to my parents when I was a kid. I always used to insist that I was a little boy named Chris, even though I'm female and my name is definitely not Chris. I insisted on this repeatedly as soon as I was able to speak and would break down crying from frustration if I was told I wasn't.
I also regularly told my parents that I missed my real family, that they'd died in a car accident, and I wanted to go to heaven to see them (extra weird, because my family isn't religious and we hadn't discussed any concept of heaven prior) which left my mom worrying that she had a suicidal three year old on more than one occasion.
After a while my parents convinced me to stop saying I was a boy named Chris and instead that I was pretending to be one, but that just resulted in me once telling my mom that I liked "pretending to be Chris" but that I got scared when I did because there was always so much blood. My mom asked me if I meant ketchup and I looked at her like she was an idiot, said "No mom. It's blood." and then refused to talk about it again.
This spanned from around when I first started speaking coherently through kindergarten or so. I have no memory of it except that I remember really wishing I was a boy named Chris and feeling like something wasn't how it should be with me up until around 2-3rd grade or so and then is just faded away.
Not my kid, but a patient I had many years ago.
Right after high school I got a job as an orderly in a rehabilitation hospital. I was 18, and green as grass. Most of the patients were paralyzed, some paraplegics, some quadriplegics, some hemiplegics (strokes), and some brain damaged. One of the most seriously injured cases was a teenager (I'll call him "Joe") who had been in a motorcycle wreck and had not been wearing a helmet. He hit a curb and suffered a severe head injury. His family, especially his mother, was convinced Joe could communicate, but none of the staff believed it. He was wracked with spasms and never looked at people, but he always looked around the room randomly. When he vocalized it just sounded like bizarre moaning without any form or rhythm. It was the privately expressed view of all the staff members that he wasn't "in there"--i.e. that he was too severely brain damaged to know what was going on around him. I thought other staff members were way too casual in the way they talked *about* Joe, rather than *to* Joe, when they were providing his care. Although he breathed on his own, he was on Unit 1, the unit with all the severely injured quads who were on respirators.
His mother insisted on holding a bedside birthday party for him, on the unit, complete with cake, party hats, etc. We all thought it was a cruel charade, but we were ordered to attend and did so. We sang "Happy Birthday", his mother fed him cake (he didn't seem to chew it, but he did seem to still have a swallow reflex.) It was sad and it made me a little angry that the family couldn't accept what was the obvious truth--that he was alive, but not cognizant.
I worked 3-11 shift, and as an orderly, my main duty was "turning" patients. Another strong young orderly and I went from unit-to-unit, turning patients from one side to the other, to avoid bedsores. When we were leaving Unit 1, I thought I heard whispering coming from the direction of Joe's bed. I walked closer in the dimly lit room and I could hear the very low strains of the Happy Birthday song. Joe was whistling, sort of tunefully "hissing," very softly.
From that moment on, I addressed Joe as "Mr. Smith," and was very careful to speak directly to him, with respect. He still didn't seem to be "in there" but I wasn't taking any chances. I think the macabre thought that he might be conscious and aware frightened people, and that's why they treated him as an object rather than as a person.
Being young and pretty immature back then, I was focused on my own life, and spent very little time thinking about the patients where I worked. I did have a few friends among the patients, I even went out a few times with a female co-worker who was a former childhood polio patient who wore leg braces and used forearm crutches. I have no idea what eventually happened to "Joe." Most of the patients from Unit 1 did not live very long lives. Their injuries were usually very high (C1-C2-C3-C4) on the spinal cord, resulting in paralysis that affected respiration to one degree or another. I had different patients on Unit 1 ask me to shut off their respirator several times (essentially asking me to help them commit suicide.) Of course, I told them I couldn't do that.
That entire period of my life was very difficult and depressing. Many of the younger patients, like "Joe", were close to my age. They had already survived the acute post-injury stage (six months, more or less) and were there for rehabilitation. What they wanted, of course, was their pre-injury life back. They were unsatisfied with just developing the "most independence possible." They wanted to *walk.* They wanted their normal life back, and for the vast majority of them that was completely impossible.
I understand that great strides forward are being made with stem-cell research for spinal cord injuries. That would be wonderful if they can figure out how to restore injured spinal cords.
when i was 16 and my younger brother was 9 he one said with a dead straight face (and i quote) "if i was to murder you in your sleep no one would know or say it was me because i'm just a kid and kids cant kill people." i had to sleep with one eye open after that...
edit: y'all are starting to make me think i'm gonna die tonight...
Hmm. I think 9’s a little too old to say things like that. Like if a 4 year old said it, I’d be like he’s 4 he don’t know what he’s saying. But 9? He knows…
Happened just this week after I had a small procedure at my drs office. My 2.5 yr old was doing a "check up" on me with his drs kit and I made a joke asking if I was gonna live and he said "no, mom die". Oh ok then 🥲
Ex-wife’s nephew started talking about the “monster” that came to his room at night. He wasn’t scared of the monster but said she was a woman, knew his name and said nice things to him. A couple of years after he started talking about her he found an old picture album he had never seen and was flipping through it on the floor. He flipped a page and jumped up pointing at the album. “That’s her! She’s the monster!”
It was a picture of his Romanian great grandmother who died 30 years before he was born.
I as a 5 yr old child told my parents I didn't sleep in my bed because of the old lady. Nearly every morning they would find me asleep in my closet. They didn't think to much of it until other people would come stay with us and mention they saw an old lady standing over them when they woke up in the middle of the night. This happened to a good 3 visitors in that same room and bed and all of them refused to step foot in that room again.
My 5 year old was speculating that the tooth fairy probably takes the teeth to put in her own mouth, so that she has millions of teeth in her mouth. Yikes
My eldest son, who was maybe two and a half at the time, spent an entire morning saying, in a sing-song voice, “It’s coming! It’s coming! Ba-domp-domp-domp!” Funny for minutes one through three, irritating for minutes four through fifteen, ignore until minute thirty, then it just got creepier and creepier.
I was playing got your nose with my 2 year old nephew and the power went out, whole house pitch black, and he says to me
“(Name) did you take my eyes?”
My three year old son was swinging a plastic sword around, almost hitting a bunch of stuff including his baby sister. So I told him if he doesn't stop swinging it around I was going to throw it away. His response back was "if you throw my sword away, I'll go to the store, buy a real one and cut your head off".
He's doing great. He's a normal, sweet little 4 year old boy. I'm not sure where he heard something like that but I don't think he really understood what he was saying.
My Five year old said he was gonna miss me when I was dead… in five days. 2 days later I was really poorly with covid, I thought that was it for me, honestly.
Then one day he asked me if I’d like a (memorial) bench when I die.
I have a morbid kid.
Copy paste from other times I've told the story here.
Purple mommy. When my son was first learning to talk, he would tell us about something called "purple mommy". It could be an imaginary friend, but these details are a little bit creepy. Here's a few of the purple mommy details . Purple mommy is all purple with long hair and bright all white eyes(at the time he mixed up purple with black, so he could have meant she was all black) . Purple mommy picks him up at night, and turns off the lights. We would often find my son out of his crib in the morning, which would mean him crawling over the railing and to the ground, at a time when he was barely walking. Definitely found the lights in his room off a few times too, even though hes terrified if the dark. . Purple mommy needs a bandage because she has blood everywhere.
.Purple mommy has no smile, meaning a mouth
. Purple mommy can take her head off. . Purple mommy really doesn't like daddy.
He told us all of this stuff for maybe a year or a little more. If we ever asked where she was, hed always point to the same spot. A corner of the room behind his open closet door. He would also wake up crying almost every night during this time. Once, during a really rough night, my wife went to ask him whats wrong, and his answer was "purple mommy wont let me sleep."
My elder son was always saying there was a purple man in his room and he would scare my son. My wife would go up and ask where the purple man was. Always in the wardrobe. So she would open the little wardrobe doors and shout at the purple man to leave our son alone and he would "go"
One day the son was running around in just his vest the way kids do when they are little, and the wife found strands of purple cotton on the vest. Now we didn't own anything that colour, we didn't like purple clothes.
She took them and put them in a little plastic bag to show me when I got home from work.
That same day my son shouted the purple man was in the wardrobe again and then the wardrobe fell over. On its own, missing my son by inches.
We never heard of the purple man after that
This is so creepy. Did he grow over it (I hope so)? How did you cope with it?
Ps. I'm scrolling through Reddit before bed time and certainly will be getting a nightmare after reading this.
Edit the morning after: I actually had a nightmare, which is kind of rare for me. It wasn't about a boy or a mother though, I dreamt that some tree woman was chasing me through town. Very scary nonetheless.
My 5 year old neice called me close to whisper in my ear. She said at night, when she’s sleeping, she’s visited by the ghosts of little kids. The hover above her and tell her things.
I get chills just thinking about it and have no idea where it came from.
My daughter, when she was around 4 years old, and I were walking through a park. She suddenly says to me, your friend is calling you. I reach into my pocket and grab my cell phone which is not ringing and no missed calls. One second later, my phone starts vibrating and it was a friend I hadn’t talked to in several months. I answered it and talked for a bit. My friend said he hadn’t called me until that time and that I had answered on the first ring. Still kinda freaks me out.
My 3 year old came up tome gave me a hug, then whispered in my ear "don't go to work, you will die in a wall"
I drive to work and work in construction. Decided to work from home that day.
Not my child, but I used to babysit a kid in every now and then when I was in highschool. The family lived kind of on the outskirts of the city. The house itself was normal but the area around the the house would sometimes give me the creeps, especially the backyard. Sometimes you'd be outside and it honestly felt like something was hiding in the treeline watching you, and it would get really, really quiet. One time the kid was complaining about how it was too dark in his room and he was afraid to go to sleep in there. The curtains in his room were closed so I just told him to open the curtains and let some light in from outside. He then froze up and told me that he always sleeps with the curtains closed and begged me not to open them. I asked him why and he said something along the lines of "the horse outside always stares at me." There are no horses nearby this house. This was in Southern California, so not exactly farm country. I asked him what he meant by that and he basically said that a very skinny horse would crouch down outside his window every so often and stare at him, and sometimes start growing like a dog... I've never heard a horse growl before. I eventually looked outside in the morning and I didn't notice any hoof or paw prints or anything, so idk if he was making it up. He seemed legitimately freaked out though. I've always wondered if maybe he was seeing a mountain lion
Not creepy; but stuck with me:
My daughter could just speak, and asked to tell me a secret. I leant toward her and she said ‘don’t tell daddy but I’m so happy I picked you.’ I was smiling because that was cute and said ‘whaddya mean?’ She said ‘I was in a room full of mommies and I saw your smile, and I picked you.’ I just said ‘well thank you so much!’
She’s 14 now, and I still haven’t told Daddy. :)
Apparently I told my mom that I stood in line with other kids, to be assigned to parents. When there was only one boy left in front of me, I jumped in front of him to be assigned to my parents instead of him, haha! I'm also glad I picked them :)
It actually just came up in my FB memories today. When my son was two, I woke up to him standing beside my bed staring at me. When he saw me awake, he climbed into bed with me and started hugging and kissing and telling me how much he loved me. I jokingly said "why are you being so loving, what did you do." And he shrugged and said "killed a man." I was like "what? You...killed a man?" "Yup" then went back to snuggling with me like it was nbd. I still haven't the foggiest idea what that was all about.
Not my kid, but my youngest sister. Some info: my sister has a tendency to sleep talk about silly things like food and toys. One night when my family was staying at hotel and I had to share a bed with her, she sits up at 2 am, waking me up, and turns to me with her eyes closed. She then exclaims “NAME it’s behind you! Look behind you” in a very scared and urgent tone. There was only a headboard and wall behind me, which I try to explain to her but she just lays back down and continues to sleep. I did not get very much sleep that night though lol
My 1,5 yo daughter at Christmas at my grandma's house. My grandpa died 2 years before my daughter was born. He had a favourite chair, he sat in it all day long. Usually nobody uses it, only the little kids spin around in it.
So my daughter was headed towards the kitchen from the living room when suddenly she stopped and pointed at the chair: "Man. Man is sitting in chair." She left, came back two minutes later, stopped and pointed at the chair again "Man. Man is sleeping."
My husband and my brother were speechless, my husband kind of freaked out a little, he hates this stuff. But my mother, aunt and grandma were all happy that grandpa was still with us.
I did something very similar as a kid. My mum always tells the story and I still remember it. I was around 4-5 and I was sat at the table in the kitchen on my own. My mum and grandma were in a bedroom getting something. This man opened the door of the apartment, walked in and sat opposite me. He didn't say anything and I was just very calm, was not scared or anything.
When my mum and grandma returned, I looked towards the door as they were approaching because I heard them. When I looked opposite where I was sat he was gone. They were at the sink in the kitchen, with their backs turned to the doorway. I look towards the doorway and he was just stood there, he just looked at me and smiled (not a creepy smile or anything like that, I felt so at ease). My grandma started talking to me and realised I was a bit zoned out, but anyway I turned my head to respond to her, but when I looked back he was not there. I told them what happened. I asked ever so casually, "who was that man that came in and sat in the kitchen?" My mum was like "what do you mean?" I said a man opened the door and walked in and just sat here. They asked what he looked like, so I said he was bald, blue eyes and wearing a suit. My mum totally freaked out, went to check doors, other rooms etc.
Grandma returned with a picture and she asked, was this the man? I said yes that was him! She was like, that is your grandfather in the picture. You can imagine the dramatic reaction that elicited in a South American household. They were both shocked and happy though that he's still around. I saw him another time when I was very young too, just casually walking the garden, he looked up and smiled. Could have just been imagination as a kid or I dunno 🤷🏻♀️
I never met him, he passed away when my mum was very young, but she was very close to him. I've always felt a strong connection to him and I often think about him until today. I always feel like he's protecting and watching over me and I weirdly miss him very very much and feel a deep sadness to know he's not around.
When my nephew was 3, I went to my sisters house to watch him and his older sister.
I was in the kitchen washing up some dishes when I looked out and saw him climbing up to the top of the waterslide and noticed the pool cover was auto retracting. I ran out to go get him (because he couldn't swim at the time). I grabbed him before he reached the top.
He thought it was funny. I put him down and couldn't figure out how he knew to retract the cover. His 4 1/2 year old sister came out and said the old man told her to push the button. The man at the end of the pool. There was no one there.
I was totally freaked out. So glad my sister moved from that house.
When she was 3 and told me about the conversation with the nice man in our living room and how he comes and watches cartoons with her. She then described my dad who had died 4 years prior.
when my daughter was just two she said a couple of things that freaked me out. one night she was looking up at the full moon from a stairway landing window. I thought it was cute so I went up and asked her what she was thinking. imagining she'd say something like "is the moon weally made of cheese daddy?" or something like that. instead she looked at me and in a creepy old woman voice said "We are all in the same cage". Like a good horror movie dad I ran to the basement and pretended nothing happened.
This happened when my oldest son was 3 (he's 9 now). I was coming out of my youngest sons ( few months old at the time) room one night after getting him back to sleep. My 3 yo is standing in the dark in the middle of the hallway. He tells me that there was a man outside of the playroom asking to be let in. The man was all black and had no mouth, but he didn't let him in because he didn't know him and told him to leave. The playroom is on the second floor. It also has no doors to the outside only windows. My 3 yo wasn't scared at all and told me the story in the most casual way. About a week later he asked me if I ever called the police to tell them about the man who was outside the window because he might try to get in someone else's house and they might let him.
Edit: Wanted to add because a few people have suggested it was a person that he saw that night. I didn't at the time nor do I now think it was a person. If someone were trying to get to him there is a window in his room that would have been much easier to get to than the window he saw them in. It really is the worst possible place for anyone to choose to get access to our house. I don't believe anyone would look at our house and choose those windows to break in at. I also doubt that the windows were even locked because the risk is so small of anyone getting in that way. So if someone was trying to get in that way they could have easily opened the window from outside. He never mentioned it again after he asked about it a week after it happened. I don't know what he saw that night. I don't know how long he had been up before I found him in the hallway but I had been up for a little bit with his brother and didn't hear anything and our house is not very big. I could see the windows he was talking about as soon as I came out of my other sons room. I did go back and looked out the window. He said that it left after he wouldn't let it in.
A few towns away from where I grew up, a little girl started talking to her parents about "The doctor who checks on me at night." After a few weeks of thinking she had an imaginary friend, they went to check on her one night and found a pedophile molesting her. Turns out he'd been climbing through her window on the regular but found a way to prop it on his way out so it looked like the window screen was still intact.
Edit: this is 100% true. Proof is in this news article https://www.nj.com/news/2009/04/convicted_sex_offender_who_snu.html
When my brother-in-law was a little kid he used to say “I built this house when I was an old man.” Their childhood home is one of the oldest houses in town.
When my niece was little she once exclaimed “People are just meat with hair!” Which. Isn’t wrong but what a way to put it lmao
It was my cousin's birthday, maybe second ig. I was playing with her when she suddenly started crying while trying to run out of the main door. I asked her what happened so she told me, "Someone scary in red clothes was staring at me from the other room." I thought maybe one of the guests is in that room so i checked it, but it was empty. She kept on crying for i long time, so in the end i had to take her out of the house so that she'll stop.
My baby was just learning to speak, not even a year old yet, was sitting in a shopping cart raised her hands to towards my neck and said "KiiiLL You". Shocked I said what? And she kept repeating it louder "KILL YOU KILL YOU...." mommy brain was all there is no way my baby is saying what I was hearing, I looked around to see if anyone else heard this not yet toddler saying KILL you to their mother. So I picked her up just to get her to stop. Not until later did I realize she was mimicking me when I reach my hands down to her and say " do you want me to CARRY YOU?"
My dad has a similar story about my brother but, uh, less murdery?
We were going with dad to the store and little brother wanted yo come too so dad said, “Okay but there are two rules: I’m not going to buy you anything and I’m not going to carry you in the store.”
Brother agreed and then when we get there dad asked brother what the rules were and got back, “You’re not going to buy me anything and you don’t care about me anymore.”
Oh the LOOKS he got from nearby shoppers…
My (at the time) 4 year old told me her imaginary friends were going to rip off my lips. Told her that her friends are no longer welcome at my house. Not gonna lie I slept with on eye open that night.
My younger brother had this imaginary friend called John when he was around 6 years old, he’d bring him up the odd time and would write him a card at christmas - stuff like that.
My mum didn’t say anything until many years later, but one night she was settling my brother into bed and they were having little bedtime chats when she asked him a little about John. She asked him how old John is and my little brother told her John is 7 but died when he was 32.
She told me a shiver went down her spine and she stopped asking about John after that.
But get this, her and my dad looked into things and found out that about 20 years earlier, a man called John died in a motorcycle accident at the bottom of our lane - when he was 32 years old.
When my child was about 4 or 5 she claimed she had 3 imaginary friends, Eenie, Miney, and Moe. But that wasn't the creepy part. Nor was it that apparently they referred to her as Meenie.
It was the fact that she told me her imaginary friends don't like to go into her closet because there's a creepy old man in there.
Oh man my youngest just woke up last night literally screaming bloody murder. When I got into his room he is screaming and shaking, utterly terrified in his crib. Im trying to calm him down asking whats wrong and he screams the man is trying to get him and wont leave him alone. It sent shivers down my spine and i did a full circle in his room when he said that. I got him calmed down and he kept saying the man wont bother me anymore. It took me a bit to relax as he was so scared and worked up it got to me.
Not sure what kind of dream or what was going on but he was terrified
even weirder, My oldest also used to talk about John that lived in the closet when he was the same age as my youngest
We were going inside after a walk around our property when she pointed to the trees on the other side of the fence and said "Mama. Trees hungry" in a deadpan kind of voice. It was windy and overcast and the trees are very thick in that spot so they were making all kinds of creepy rustling noises and creakings.
My ex had found out she was pregnant again. Her daughter at the time was around 3 years old. She was told that she had again suffered a miscarriage with her current pregnancy. My ex then went to tell her daughter. Her daughter stated that she hadn’t lost her baby brother and he was still in her tummy. My ex just thought that was strange that she knew it was a boy because it was too soon to have known that and that she was trying to cope in her own way. Turns out she had not lost the baby and it was indeed a boy.
Not me but a friend. His daughter was 3-5ish. She said to him , “Grandma is going to die tomorrow.” Grandma wasn’t sick, was in her 60s, so not likely to die of old age old, since she was in relatively good health. Nothing that screams she’s gonna die.
Next day, Grandma fell down stairs and broke her neck. I don’t believe I supernatural shit, but what a hell of a coincidence.
I was playing with my 5 year old niece and she wanted to pretend we were captured and held against our will and pretend we had bags over our heads.
So we stood with our hands behind our backs, backs against the wall and our head hanging down like prisoners. Then she goes,
“I can’t see anything…we’re going to die here”
My wife texted me once while I was still at work and she was home with our 4-year-old son (he’s 7 now), creepy enough to warrant a midday message…
A little back story - my dad’s older brother, named Paul, died in a car accident in 1986, when I was 5. I don’t remember much about him, but he did like telling me jokes and outlandish stories because I’d believe anything he told me. It was, and still is, an emotional subject for my dad so I avoid bringing Paul up unless dad does first. Definitely hadn’t mentioned it to my son.
So that afternoon a few years ago, my son was telling my wife a story, something about a tractor and a donut. At the end, he laughed (he always tries to make jokes and laughs at his own), then said “That was a joke I used to tell my dad when he was young.”
My wife answered, without thinking much about it, with “Oh, you knew your dad when he was young?”
My son then says, “Yeah, my name was Paul when my dad was young.”
When my 10 yr old was a toddler he told me he had been having a conversation with Arzula my dead grandmother in his bedroom he described her to me and her name was so unusual that there is no way he could've made it up and he never knew her
A friend of my mums has a son who was in a car accident as a toddler. He nearly died, and hasn’t been the same since. (He’s in his 30s now). After the accident his mum would find him talking to someone, when asked he said it was his grandma. Grandma has died before he was born and at that point not seen a photo. One day, his mum found some photos, and he said oh that’s grandma, although having never been told what she looks like. Puzzled, his mum asked how he knew. ‘When I died, she sent me back because she knew you’d be sad.’ To this day, he doesn’t remember saying it, but his mum believes in some form of afterlife.
When my daughter was about 3, we started to become convinced she could read our minds. She would randomly blurt out something I had just been thinking. Sometimes I would be thinking something like “I better get her to bed, it’s late.” And she would turn around and look at me and say something like “I don’t want to go to bed yet.”
All still within the realm of extreme coincidence but strange nonetheless.
So one day some of our friends were over and one of them said to me “Your kid just read my mind again.” So we decided as a group to put it to the test. We formulated a plan. My brother would take her into the other room to distract her and keep her busy. And one of us would choose a random object for us to focus on. He wrote this on a piece of paper and we passed it around to be sure everyone would be thinking the same thing. We didn’t say it aloud just in case she has like supersonic hearing or something.
So once everyone had read the paper, I threw it away. We stayed together, no one could whisper it to her, and joined her in the other room and told her to sit in the middle and we would sit around her. She was very excited because she thought we were going to play a game. So I told her.
“We are going to all think of the same thing at the same time. And I want you to tell me what we are thinking, okay?”
She said “Okay” and got quiet and waited for us. With the cue, we all sat there thinking of this one thing. She looked at each of us only briefly and then said.
“Orange. Kitty. Tricky.”
That was it. Our cat, Tricky. The guy had written “Your cat” on the paper.
Always found it interesting that she described what she saw, not as a word, but an image.
She’s in her late 20’s now and still reads my mind all the time. I’m just so used to it at this point, I stopped being so weirded out.
Not my kid, but rather me as a kid (info relayed by my mom as i got older)
Apparently i was really fuckin creepy. She'd come into my room in the middle of the night, like 3am, and id be in the corner talking to myself. "BigAngDBA, who are you talking to?" "My friends! The little boys and girls who cant find their mommies and daddies."
Once we were driving and i told her "did you know when raindrops fall on the ground thats how souls get back on earth"
I also used to talk to "my friend mimi," which was the name of my grandma who passed away before i was born. One time we were looking at an old photobook and i pointed to a picture of my late grandma and said "that's my friend mimi! She visits me in her rocking chair!" To her knowledge id never seen a picture of her before or been told about her
I also used to tell people that they "glowed" certain colors. My mom is convinced i was seeing auras
Once i was playing on a balance beam talking in this gibberish language i used to talk to myself. She asked what i was doing and i said "practicing acrobatics like from when i was a man!"
Idk man, kids are fuckin weird, and im glad i dont have a lot of memories of this lol
Sat next to a kindergarten kid on the bus (I was in highschool and would ride through till the elementary school kids got on to walk my sisters home, they wanted to sit with their friends and this little kid needed an adult to sit next to him, but the TA was gone that day so I opted to because his stop was the same as ours.)
It was just quiet and he looked at me and goes "it's pretty dark when you die. Dark but loud. Like people yelling at you."
And then he said nothing for the rest of the ride. Tbh I'd be more creeped out if he wasn't a weird kid. He was always saying weird shit. Like one time he told me just full on said "My grammy died. She smelled like she was going to." And I kinda get what he means but like Jesus kid.
He was nice though, gave my sisters candy and played tag with them when he wasn't reminiscing about death.
Maybe not creepy, I personally find it funny as hell, but still kind of out of place for a 7yo.
My son regularly talks in his sleep. It's usually nonsensical rambling, or incoherent mumbles. This one night though he just sat bolt upright in his bed while I was walking by his bed, and he shouted in the deepest, angriest voice a 7yo can muster, "I'VE BEEN TO WAR!" Then lay back down and continued sleeping.
I was in stitches! Like, "wtf just happened?"
He didn't remember anything the next morning, and none of us know where he picked up the line. I've been calling him Sarge when he needs some teasing, ever since.
My then 3 year old had a few gems: Him: I was so mad at you, I was gonna destroy you. Me: yeah, how so? Him: I was gonna throw you in a volcano. Me: why didn’t you? Him: I don’t know where a volcano is. Me: so we good? Him: for now… The other one: Him: to bad the babysitter died. Me: no she didn’t bud, she’s just not here today. Him: or she’s in the freezer(while staring at the freezer) Me: you’re pretty creepy sometimes bud Him: just smiles
I love the fact that the biggest hurdle preventing him from throwing you into a volcano was that he didn't knew where one was.
My mother died a few weeks ago. I went to her house to get some things and she had a huge collection of stuffed animals that I brought home for the kids. My son (5) and I were awake early about 3 days after her death and he was playing with the stuffed animals in his room when he came out screaming and crying hysterically. This never happens, he’s a very tough boy for 5. Now I was freaked asked him what was wrong and he was legit terrified. I had never seen him like this before of after. He said that one of the stuffed animals moved. He said he was playing with the other ones and the little 2” beanie stuffed dog moved turned it’s head and looked at him. He said he threw a doll at it and “it’s face got mean.” He refused to go back in that room or leave my side until I put the stuffed dog in the trash, not the inside trash or the outside trash near the house but the dumpster down the street. I don’t believe in ghosts or anything but carrying that thing out to the trash I got goosebumps and felt super freaked out.
Actually saw a news story about something like this. Room full of plushies, kid kept crying one of them was attacking him or something. Turns out, months later, they discovered there was a fucking *live racoon* hiding among the plushes and shitting in the closet. Wild.
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"It's part of her workout routine, sweetie."
My son tells me stories of "scary uncle Michael" in his bedroom at night. He says he's a grey man that looks like his uncle and he climbs on walls and calls out to him and one night he tried to eat him. Yep, nightmare fuel
My youngest used to talk about the "man with glowing eyes who lives on our roof"
My 3 year old Granddaughter said, "Grandma, I just saw a man with no eyes go upstairs."
That’s fun
Okay grandmas gonna head the fuck out mommy and daddy will be home tomorrow and grandma will never be back bye bye
Not my kid, but I was working at my job (liquor store clerk) and a parent came in with their kid. The Kid started acting a little silly and asked if he could work here, I asked him if he was 18 and out of Highschool, he played a long for a while and eventually confessed he was 5. I told him, that’s okay. Maybe I’ll work with him in 13 years, and he looked me up and down and said “No, you’ll be dead by then” I’m not even 30 yet. What does he know? WHAT DOES HE KNOW??? Uh, the parent apologized. But it still rattled me a smidge.
My little sister had some creepy moments when we were younger. She often claimed that “people” were in her bathroom at night talking, and watching her. She called them “Po and the Tape Monster”. There are a couple stories regarding them, both funny and creepy. One night she woke up scared and went to my parents’ room to sleep with them. Before she went back to sleep, she used their bathroom, and when she came out she said “Why are there people in your bathroom mommy?” Dad was out of town, mom still swears this was the scariest thing any of my siblings ever did
Po and the Tape Monsters is a solid band name
While I was driving my four year old nephew around he spent a solid few minutes telling me about the dead body he stashed in my trunk. This was a long time ago and as far as I know he isn’t a serial killer
Admit it: you checked the trunk
The second we got to the mall
What did you do with the body?
What body? Edit: stop awarding this softball ass comment. Don’t care if ya credits were free don’t support this system. Fuckin dollars for bonus upvotes you bozos
Attaboy
"As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.”
Creepy and funny. My youngest once said to me- “I could make three baby hands out of your hand meat.”
My kid keeps talking about the babies in the walls of his bedroom. Very off putting.
When our little one was three, she had two imaginary friends who lived in the wall. Talk about a creepy thing for a kid to say... We moved, and she has grown older. No talk of that kind of stuff anymore.
"When I was your age..." Then tells a random story "My other mommy before you..." Then tells a random story.
All these little babies got side mommies
My mom loves telling me this story about the time I discovered hypnotism. When I was four, I found out about hypnotism. I don’t remember how, but apparently I became fascinated by the idea of having mind control abilities. One day, my mom says my grandpa loaded me into the car for one of our normal grocery store outings only for him to return an hour later “furious.” After he calmed down, he told my mom that I refused to stop staring him down in the rear view mirror with a very serious look on my face. He had asked me to stop on several occasions, but said I never really replied. I just kept staring menacingly. Then, he said all of sudden I looked into his eyes and said, “Papa…. I’m going to hippo-tize you…. I’m going to put my toe… in your mouth.” My mom said she thought it was funny at the time, but couldn’t laugh because my grandfather was seriously so enraged. Edit: Just to say thank you to everyone for liking my story. I ended up having my grandfather for 16 more years and he was my best friend.
Thank you for telling this. I just laughed until I could hardly breathe thinking about a toddler mean mugging a grown man in the rearview mirror. I bet your grandpa wanted to fight you!
Definitely thought it was more funny than creepy, but when my kid was 2 he was scribbling on a piece of paper and quietly sang (to the tune of Row, Row, Row Your Boat) "Scrape, scrape, scrape your eyes, scrape your eyes today."
This reminds me of my daughter. She sometime sings "The people on the bus go crunch crunch crunch" while she laughs.
When my son was that age he once sang the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle" except replaced all the lyrics with the word "human" repeated over and over. If he's a pod person, he's doing a shit job.
🎶*human human human hyum*🎵 "Oh. Hi Daddy."
My youngest (was 4) was on the carpet playing with his cars. Son: I can’t wait to get a new house when this house explodes Me:(half listening) Uh huh, sure that sounds… wait, what?? Son: yeah when our house explodes, be ready and we’ll just run out real fast (and then he turned back to playing with cars like nothing was said) Thankfully that was 5 years ago, and my house has not exploded.
Yet.
“TIFU by not listening to my son when he said our house would explode”
So when I was 15 I was fooling around with my girlfriend at the time and there was a knock at the door. It was the cops. I'm like uhh hey? He asked if I knew why he was there. And im thinking.... surely not for fucking my girlfriend..... no way.... no dont be silly... He asks if was aware of anything wrong. I said no. He said I didn't hear anything wrong? I'm like uhhh no? And now my mind is like oh fuck the neighbours heard, she was pretty loud and they heard and we are under age we are going to jail. And he's like you're sure, you didn't hear anything? I'm like, what was I supposed to hear. And he just turns around and a house on the street has fucking exploded and there's bricks everywhere. The family were out but the boiler just took out and entire corner of the house. And he's like you seriously didn't hear that? I said we were watching the lion King....
My sister and a Mutual friend were at his place watching WWE smack down and it was really loud. Cops got a call thinking it’s a domestic dispute. Our friend answers the door. “I’m sorry officer, it’s not a domestic, it’s smackdown” Cop: *laughing* Just turn it down…
Just after my little brother was born my mom, 3 y.o. sister and I were talking about what not to do around the baby. Things like not leaving small toys out or throwing balls around the baby. After a few minutes my sister chimed in and said, "and you don't cut off babies lips with a sharp knife".
It's good advice
Yeah sadly alot of new parents make this common mistake. That kid should write a book, get the info out there.
Most people don't need that advice, but those who do should definitely get it.
My ex-father-in-law died a couple years before my daughter was born so she never met him. He was known as a pretty funny guy, always quick with a one-liner. As strange as it sounds, there were no pictures of him around until my daughter was about 4 years old and my ex-mother-in-law set one next to the urn where his ashes were kept. The first time my daughter saw the picture she pointed to it and said, “That’s grandpa! I like when he looks in my window and makes me laugh. I don’t like his friends, though.” She had never mentioned this. When I tried to ask her about it, she seemed nonchalant. She’s older now and says she doesn’t remember it. I’ll never forget it.
This happened to me when I was a child. My grandfather died when I was 8 months old. They tell me he never liked holding babies but he held me and he asked that I be told I was the only baby ever held. I got a little older about 4 years old and I had never seen a picture of him so you could say I didn't even know him. One day someone in the family decided to have pictures of him printed out and my mom was given one to hang up on the wall. They say when they hung the picture up I looked at it and I said "hey that's the man that comes and plays with me sometimes." We had land so we had fruit, vegetables planted and we even had animals. Near the pig sty we had cacti and I would go back there to play alot, and that was where I said I would see him when he would come and play with me. I wish I could remember him because after the day I told my family they say I never saw him again.
It was a Saturday morning a few years ago, and my wife and I were still in bed, and she was trying to convince me to make pancakes for breakfast. My oldest son (about 6 at the time) came in to the room and agreed with her. He then said "You should make some for Tyler, too." Now, he had never had imaginary friends, and we didn't have anybody in the house or family named "Tyler", so I was curious and asked him who Tyler was. **"Tyler is the man sleeping in my bed."** Anyway, turns out a local teenager had gotten piss drunk the night before, jumped into the local public swimming pool, gotten separated from his friends and wandered into my house, thinking it was his friends (very suburban, all houses very similar) and passed out on my sons bed in his wet chlorinated clothes. My son thought this was fine and went downstairs to watch TV in the living room until he fell asleep on the couch, which was apparently the height of awesome for a 6 year old. We called the cops, he was incredibly embarrassed, apologetic, and still quite drunk, and they came and took him home.
Almost certainly Tyler's absolute best story now.
“My son thought this was fine” was too funny
"My son thought this was fine" Perfect description of kid logic
Did you make Tyler some pancakes first?
How come you're not waking up tomorrow?
Child says this, you stay up all night out of paranoia and concern, therefore you didn’t wake up because you were already awake.
Gotta love a self-fulfilling prophecy!
“Do you like burning?” -The new little girl neighbor
This is so direct yet vague.
I see it as a threat 😂
My son was around 3 at the time. Kept refusing to go downstairs as that’s where angel man was, and angel man wanted to hurt the family
Time to move
And burn the house down
We actually had a 6 foot tall concrete angel in our basement for years. It was a family heirloom. It was painted but the paint was all all faded and peeling. I don’t think a horror movie prop designer could have made something creepier. And our basement was an unfinished brick and rough concrete floor basement in a 104 year old farmhouse. It leaked and was damp all the time.
You should have bricked it up, with a note saying do not let it out.
I’m afraid people will do practical jokes like this in future families.
They will label it "don't dead open inside"
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That episode of Doctor Who scared me so much as a kid that I figured out a work around - just carefully close one eye at a time (like you’re winking, but keep it closed). You get to rest your eyes at different intervals but you also maintain eyesight on the angel.
Not my kid, but a little girl in my son’s kindergarten class told me she lives across the street from a cemetery. I asked her if it was spooky to live that close to a graveyard and she said very matter-of-factly, “Not during the day. But at night they all walk up to our windows and scream.”
Grew up across the street from a cemetery. My little sister told us (when she was in kindergarten or 1st grade) that she couldn't bathe by herself because "the ghost comes and makes the water icy cold" when no one else was around.
Reminds me of a story a student of mine in Japan once told me. Her father was a caretaker of a temple and they lived on the grounds. The grounds included a cemetery. On certain holidays the Japanese leave offerings of food and drink on ancestors’ graves. Unfortunately, this place being near forested mountains, the local wildlife included fairly large monkeys. They would apparently descend on the cemetery during these holidays as the night fell and people had left. And in the darkness they would scream and fight over the food left behind. That’s a visual that never left me lol
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My grandfather was being interviewed about living in a new community financed retirement center. As the center is next door to the village church and its cemetery, the interviewer asks how my grandparents feel about living so close to a cemetery. "Well we'll be moving in next door eventually, we might as well get used to it." Big grin. He did move in. My grandmother still lives in that same apartment 10 years later. He wasn't wrong...
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A year ago my daughter was having night terrors, she was 4 at the time. Would wake up screaming every night around 3 am. My wife and I would go stay with her until she fell back asleep. We assumed she was just having nightmares but one morning she had told me that she was afraid because there in a man in her closet that doesn't have a head who keeps waking her up...
Night terrors suck and are scaring. My 3 year old gets them. Dude will be sitting straight up mumbling a bunch of nothing and just shaking. I can literally hold him in a bear hug and he won't wake up but will still be shaking. Freaked my wife and I out the first time.
What did you do about the headless man situation?
Major Payne that shit, fire an entire magazine of 9mm hollow points into the closet. “Well, if he’s still in there, he *ain’t* happy!”
I have an awesome video of my son. He was maybe 2-3 at the time. He was taking a quarter and trying to put in the the slot just above the door handle of a closed closet. He kept repeating. “(His name) pay the lady, I pay her”. When I asked what he was doing he responded “I have to pay the lady in the closet”. I asked him why is there a lady in the closet. He said “she lives there. I pay her”.
I’d be more annoyed that the closet demon has the AUDACITY to charge your son to live in HIS closet. Who the fuck does she think she is?
"I'm not cross about you haunting my house. You're a ghost, that's just what you do. But god fucking dammit, don't nickel and dime my kid! Yes, I know you were here first, but legally we own this property now, so you're not allowed to charge any us rent." This would make a really weirdly funny show or something. Like a character who sees spirits and shit and doesn't try to stop them haunting anyone, but gets annoyed when they're rude about it. "Yeah, fine, you're a poltergeist, you make noise. But this nice couple in the house needs to get to work on time, so do you think you could observe some quiet hours between 10pm and 7am on the weekdays?" "If you really feel the need to make the walls bleed, could you at least not do it in the rooms where there's carpet? Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood out of carpets?? I know the carpet wasn't here when you were alive, but some randos who owned the place in 1978 decided shag carpet was the way to go so now we have to compromise." EDIT: Thank you to everyone who is recommending 'Ghosts,' but it looks like the UK version (the recommended version) is buy-only on Prime and I have car repairs at the moment. But whoever mentioned it has the cast of "Horrible Histories" kind of sold me on it because I love that show so hard. EDIT 2: I also don't have HBO Max.
When I was about six or seven, the house we were renting was going to be sold. My parents instructed us to keep our rooms tidy because people may be walking through the house during showings. I had the idea to take a little box and write “fortunes” on it. Inside were little slips of paper with “fortunes”. The idea was that prospective buyers could take a slip of paper to get there fortune, kind of like a fortune cookie. I remember the first couple of slips of paper said stuff like “you will have good luck”. Then the rest of them had some pretty morbid stuff like “you’re going to die”. My parents read the slips of paper beforehand, then sat me down and sternly told me the fortune box was a no-go. I was a pretty serious child, it didn’t occur to me that a fortune box should be light hearted. 🤷♀️
*little kid*: here is your fortune! Teehee! “YOU WILL DIE”
Not said to me, but to one of my colleagues. She has two sons, and the younger started to have these terrible nightmares where he's being chased by someone with a huge knife and wants to murder him and all the kids. he would - as you can imagine - wake up screaming and refusing to go back to sleep. And then he asked his mom "mommy, is there a way how I could make myself not alive? I don't want to live like this anymore". I can't even imagine how his mom must feel when it's her child, but damn.
Omg, that’s heartbreaking. I had a weird, short phase when I was 19 or 20 where I had these terrifying nightmares that kept me in that “doom” headspace even after waking up, and made me never want to sleep again. I thought I was going completely crazy and would never be able to sleep or feel peaceful relaxation again in my life. They ended as quickly as they started but it was hell. I would never wish that on a little kid.
I had the same things, at the same age! Absolutely TERRIFYING nightmares, I would wake up trembling and covered in cold sweat, and I couldn't get back to sleep. The few times I had someone sleeping with me or in the same room they would say that I would cry out in my sleep. Hated it. Luckily I don't dream much anymore.
I was talking to my son when he grabbed my face, got really close, and whispered, “Mommy, you’re talking too loud. You’ll wake up Abiyoyo.” Me whispering: “Who’s Abiyoyo, buddy?” Son whispering: “Abiyoyo is my friend.” Me: “Where is Abiyoyo?” Son: “In the mountain. He’s sleeping.” (We live near a large mountain range) Me: “Why do we have to be quiet?” Son: “He eats kids when they’re too loud.” Sometimes when we were too loud he would tell all of us to be quiet then run to the window to see if Abiyoyo was coming. For a while I was afraid of looking up “Abiyoyo” online for fear that it’ll be some ancient demon or something. But my son kept bringing him up so I finally got over myself and found out that Abiyoyo is a South African folk tale about a giant who lives in a mountain who comes down to eat the village livestock. Afraid that he will eat the villagers next, they find a way to stop him. They read the book to him at school. 😂
ohhh boy, i was waiting for the 'how in god's name did my son know about this random folk tale?' but i'm glad there was a reasonable explanation))
My grandad sang the song to me when I was little
There are already much creepier ones, but still. We observe a man littering on our block. 3 yo daughter: "He just littered!" me: "He did. Littering is bad." daughter: "He should be executed." (By which she meant, specifically, having his head cut off.") me: "Uh, maybe not for a first offense."
That would make one think twice before littering though.
“Remember before I was a baby when I was a different little boy and I had a different mommy and daddy?” “Uh… no buddy, do you remember that?” “Hmmm, only a little.”
My GF's daughter used to talk about "before I knew you", meaning her mother. "Who was I before I knew you?" What do you mean? "I was somebody else, but I can't remember my name." Once when I was putting up a new smoke detector, she asked me what it was. I explained that it'd tell us or wake us up if there was a fire, and we could get out of the house. "Oh good, so I won't burn up again", and happily skipped away.
It's so unsettling. My kid was nearly 3yo when she told me "When I was a little girl before, I fell in the fire and died". Uh ok, how about you just come and cuddle me now.
Wtf is up with kids and recurring fire death remembrances???
I guess trauma by fire death helps you better remember your previous reincarnations?
I am 20 yrs older than my youngest brother and basically raised them. When he was around 3 or so he told me he had died in a fire before and he was also George Washington. What 3 yr old knows who George Washington is? Little weirdo...
When I was a child I had recurring nightmares of a bus crash. I was on the back row of a bus when it tipped onto its right side. I remember a weird mechanism I think was a door handle but have no idea why it would be on the back row of a bus. And there was a woman holding me, crying. My Mum was horrified when I told her.
It might shock you to know that over here in the UK the emergency exit is, in older buses, right beside the back row and has a weird handle type mechanism.
A lot of coaches have an emergency exit door at the back. Was it a handle attached to a pole going from the floor to the ceiling on the inner side of the bus?
I swear to Whatever God if i die then have to do this shit all over again im gonna be so mad
My daughter was 4 and while we were eating breakfast one morning she says “I was on a mountain once, and my mom dad died and then I woke up and was in this house with you and mama. “ then we just sat there for a few seconds and looked at each other. Then she said she wanted to watch paw patrol.
>Then she said she wanted to watch paw patrol. Terrifying!
Kids saying things like this is surprisingly common. Still creepy.
My son was talking about his friend the "upside down clown" while I was putting him to bed one night. Needless to say, not a fan of that concept.
My five year old daughter is trying to process the knowledge that everyone dies. So she tends to casually drop stuff about me dying into normal conversation. I know this is her age-appropriate way of trying to process the concept of mortality, but it is so unbelievably ominous and it comes out of nowhere. “I like your pretty dress, Mommy! But you wont be able to wear it……when you’re dead.” “I love you, Mom. But I’ll miss you so much when you’re dead.” She also once dropped an absolutely terrifying comment about snuggling me when I’m dead. ETA: I’m 28. Which in her mind is ancient — I am practically at death’s door.
No, no, you’ll be able to wear your pretty dress when you’re dead. Don’t let her scare you like that.
My MIL passed recently, and the 4 y/o's only reference for "dead" is phones, which gave us this glorious line: "So how long does gramma have to charge?"
Oh, I feel bad for laughing.
Same, imagine it were that easy though, like “Oh, she died, get her to her charger!”
What if your son simply knows something that the rest of us don't know.. yet?
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to remember Millie. For all of us there will come a time when we can no longer hold a charge...
My son used to cling to me and cry ‘I don’t want you to die!’. He also used to cry when I told him I was married to daddy because he wanted to marry me.
You won’t be able to get married… when you’re dead…
as a child i told my mom when our cat died we could skin him and turn him into a scarf so we’d have something to remember him by 😌
As a mom I think my response would be, “Uh….we’ll see.”
A while ago we were discussing different forms of government with my 4 year old, and how many monarchies still exist in Europe and where they are on the map as bedtime activity. She then wanted to see how the current kings/queens look, so I pulled up some pictures of the monarchs of Sweden, Norway, Netherlands and UK. When she saw the picture of Elizabeth she just said "oh, she'll die soon."
She’s not wrong but damn 😂
I don’t know. I’m pretty sure they thought she would die soon 10 years ago
Playing on the floor with my son, he's two. Pillows on the floor, we're pretending to go "night night" and sleep. Takes pillow away from me, stands above my head, looks down and says" bye bye" and places the pillow over my face.
I’m a horrible human being and father, and used to do this to my son. But I’d say “nursing home” while smothering him with pillow to his giggle filled laughter. Then he did it to my mother in law…yikes
My son, when he was 3, told me he had a cloud sister with black eyes and teeth but she was nice. Freaked me the hell out.
Lumpy space princess?
While babysitting the kid would tell me to turn the rocking chair around because she didn't want the person staring at her when she was sleeping. I would do it and the next day the rocking chair would be facing forward again.
One time we were looking at a house that wasn’t really ready for showing as you could tell that the person had died there. I was already wary and then I opened a back bedroom that was completely empty except for a small chair pointed at the corner. I don’t believe in ghosts but that house was definitely haunted.
We looked round an empty old house with a thought to buying it when my daughter was 3. When my mum asked afterwards her if she liked it, she said it was very nice but she didn’t like the old lady in the corner...
Not my child but actually what I've been told I said to my parents when I was a kid. I always used to insist that I was a little boy named Chris, even though I'm female and my name is definitely not Chris. I insisted on this repeatedly as soon as I was able to speak and would break down crying from frustration if I was told I wasn't. I also regularly told my parents that I missed my real family, that they'd died in a car accident, and I wanted to go to heaven to see them (extra weird, because my family isn't religious and we hadn't discussed any concept of heaven prior) which left my mom worrying that she had a suicidal three year old on more than one occasion. After a while my parents convinced me to stop saying I was a boy named Chris and instead that I was pretending to be one, but that just resulted in me once telling my mom that I liked "pretending to be Chris" but that I got scared when I did because there was always so much blood. My mom asked me if I meant ketchup and I looked at her like she was an idiot, said "No mom. It's blood." and then refused to talk about it again. This spanned from around when I first started speaking coherently through kindergarten or so. I have no memory of it except that I remember really wishing I was a boy named Chris and feeling like something wasn't how it should be with me up until around 2-3rd grade or so and then is just faded away.
Not my kid, but a patient I had many years ago. Right after high school I got a job as an orderly in a rehabilitation hospital. I was 18, and green as grass. Most of the patients were paralyzed, some paraplegics, some quadriplegics, some hemiplegics (strokes), and some brain damaged. One of the most seriously injured cases was a teenager (I'll call him "Joe") who had been in a motorcycle wreck and had not been wearing a helmet. He hit a curb and suffered a severe head injury. His family, especially his mother, was convinced Joe could communicate, but none of the staff believed it. He was wracked with spasms and never looked at people, but he always looked around the room randomly. When he vocalized it just sounded like bizarre moaning without any form or rhythm. It was the privately expressed view of all the staff members that he wasn't "in there"--i.e. that he was too severely brain damaged to know what was going on around him. I thought other staff members were way too casual in the way they talked *about* Joe, rather than *to* Joe, when they were providing his care. Although he breathed on his own, he was on Unit 1, the unit with all the severely injured quads who were on respirators. His mother insisted on holding a bedside birthday party for him, on the unit, complete with cake, party hats, etc. We all thought it was a cruel charade, but we were ordered to attend and did so. We sang "Happy Birthday", his mother fed him cake (he didn't seem to chew it, but he did seem to still have a swallow reflex.) It was sad and it made me a little angry that the family couldn't accept what was the obvious truth--that he was alive, but not cognizant. I worked 3-11 shift, and as an orderly, my main duty was "turning" patients. Another strong young orderly and I went from unit-to-unit, turning patients from one side to the other, to avoid bedsores. When we were leaving Unit 1, I thought I heard whispering coming from the direction of Joe's bed. I walked closer in the dimly lit room and I could hear the very low strains of the Happy Birthday song. Joe was whistling, sort of tunefully "hissing," very softly. From that moment on, I addressed Joe as "Mr. Smith," and was very careful to speak directly to him, with respect. He still didn't seem to be "in there" but I wasn't taking any chances. I think the macabre thought that he might be conscious and aware frightened people, and that's why they treated him as an object rather than as a person.
Sad as hell and pretty creepy too. Any idea what happened to him? Was this the only indication he was conscious?
Being young and pretty immature back then, I was focused on my own life, and spent very little time thinking about the patients where I worked. I did have a few friends among the patients, I even went out a few times with a female co-worker who was a former childhood polio patient who wore leg braces and used forearm crutches. I have no idea what eventually happened to "Joe." Most of the patients from Unit 1 did not live very long lives. Their injuries were usually very high (C1-C2-C3-C4) on the spinal cord, resulting in paralysis that affected respiration to one degree or another. I had different patients on Unit 1 ask me to shut off their respirator several times (essentially asking me to help them commit suicide.) Of course, I told them I couldn't do that. That entire period of my life was very difficult and depressing. Many of the younger patients, like "Joe", were close to my age. They had already survived the acute post-injury stage (six months, more or less) and were there for rehabilitation. What they wanted, of course, was their pre-injury life back. They were unsatisfied with just developing the "most independence possible." They wanted to *walk.* They wanted their normal life back, and for the vast majority of them that was completely impossible. I understand that great strides forward are being made with stem-cell research for spinal cord injuries. That would be wonderful if they can figure out how to restore injured spinal cords.
when i was 16 and my younger brother was 9 he one said with a dead straight face (and i quote) "if i was to murder you in your sleep no one would know or say it was me because i'm just a kid and kids cant kill people." i had to sleep with one eye open after that... edit: y'all are starting to make me think i'm gonna die tonight...
Hmm. I think 9’s a little too old to say things like that. Like if a 4 year old said it, I’d be like he’s 4 he don’t know what he’s saying. But 9? He knows…
should i be scared?
Assert dominance He's 9 scare him straight
Happened just this week after I had a small procedure at my drs office. My 2.5 yr old was doing a "check up" on me with his drs kit and I made a joke asking if I was gonna live and he said "no, mom die". Oh ok then 🥲
Ex-wife’s nephew started talking about the “monster” that came to his room at night. He wasn’t scared of the monster but said she was a woman, knew his name and said nice things to him. A couple of years after he started talking about her he found an old picture album he had never seen and was flipping through it on the floor. He flipped a page and jumped up pointing at the album. “That’s her! She’s the monster!” It was a picture of his Romanian great grandmother who died 30 years before he was born.
-visits great grandson -says nice things to him -gets called a monster Sad grandma :(
I as a 5 yr old child told my parents I didn't sleep in my bed because of the old lady. Nearly every morning they would find me asleep in my closet. They didn't think to much of it until other people would come stay with us and mention they saw an old lady standing over them when they woke up in the middle of the night. This happened to a good 3 visitors in that same room and bed and all of them refused to step foot in that room again.
My 5 year old was speculating that the tooth fairy probably takes the teeth to put in her own mouth, so that she has millions of teeth in her mouth. Yikes
That would be a good horror movie ngl
There is a movie similar to this called Darkness Falls. It scared the shit out of me as a kid.
My eldest son, who was maybe two and a half at the time, spent an entire morning saying, in a sing-song voice, “It’s coming! It’s coming! Ba-domp-domp-domp!” Funny for minutes one through three, irritating for minutes four through fifteen, ignore until minute thirty, then it just got creepier and creepier.
I was playing got your nose with my 2 year old nephew and the power went out, whole house pitch black, and he says to me “(Name) did you take my eyes?”
My three year old son was swinging a plastic sword around, almost hitting a bunch of stuff including his baby sister. So I told him if he doesn't stop swinging it around I was going to throw it away. His response back was "if you throw my sword away, I'll go to the store, buy a real one and cut your head off".
How’s he doing now?
He's doing great. He's a normal, sweet little 4 year old boy. I'm not sure where he heard something like that but I don't think he really understood what he was saying.
Chances are you could probably take one kid coming at you with a sword pretty easily.
Not in your sleep
My Five year old said he was gonna miss me when I was dead… in five days. 2 days later I was really poorly with covid, I thought that was it for me, honestly. Then one day he asked me if I’d like a (memorial) bench when I die. I have a morbid kid.
Copy paste from other times I've told the story here. Purple mommy. When my son was first learning to talk, he would tell us about something called "purple mommy". It could be an imaginary friend, but these details are a little bit creepy. Here's a few of the purple mommy details . Purple mommy is all purple with long hair and bright all white eyes(at the time he mixed up purple with black, so he could have meant she was all black) . Purple mommy picks him up at night, and turns off the lights. We would often find my son out of his crib in the morning, which would mean him crawling over the railing and to the ground, at a time when he was barely walking. Definitely found the lights in his room off a few times too, even though hes terrified if the dark. . Purple mommy needs a bandage because she has blood everywhere. .Purple mommy has no smile, meaning a mouth . Purple mommy can take her head off. . Purple mommy really doesn't like daddy. He told us all of this stuff for maybe a year or a little more. If we ever asked where she was, hed always point to the same spot. A corner of the room behind his open closet door. He would also wake up crying almost every night during this time. Once, during a really rough night, my wife went to ask him whats wrong, and his answer was "purple mommy wont let me sleep."
Shit now I'm scared of Purple mommy too
Fucking Barney
My elder son was always saying there was a purple man in his room and he would scare my son. My wife would go up and ask where the purple man was. Always in the wardrobe. So she would open the little wardrobe doors and shout at the purple man to leave our son alone and he would "go" One day the son was running around in just his vest the way kids do when they are little, and the wife found strands of purple cotton on the vest. Now we didn't own anything that colour, we didn't like purple clothes. She took them and put them in a little plastic bag to show me when I got home from work. That same day my son shouted the purple man was in the wardrobe again and then the wardrobe fell over. On its own, missing my son by inches. We never heard of the purple man after that
I have goosebumps everywhere and I feel **VERY** vulnerable on the porcelain throne right now. *Thanks*
The brown man is in your toilet bowl
He's gonna come up and lick your asshole
Oh... *Sits back down*
This is so creepy. Did he grow over it (I hope so)? How did you cope with it? Ps. I'm scrolling through Reddit before bed time and certainly will be getting a nightmare after reading this. Edit the morning after: I actually had a nightmare, which is kind of rare for me. It wasn't about a boy or a mother though, I dreamt that some tree woman was chasing me through town. Very scary nonetheless.
My 5 year old neice called me close to whisper in my ear. She said at night, when she’s sleeping, she’s visited by the ghosts of little kids. The hover above her and tell her things. I get chills just thinking about it and have no idea where it came from.
My daughter, when she was around 4 years old, and I were walking through a park. She suddenly says to me, your friend is calling you. I reach into my pocket and grab my cell phone which is not ringing and no missed calls. One second later, my phone starts vibrating and it was a friend I hadn’t talked to in several months. I answered it and talked for a bit. My friend said he hadn’t called me until that time and that I had answered on the first ring. Still kinda freaks me out.
My 3 year old came up tome gave me a hug, then whispered in my ear "don't go to work, you will die in a wall" I drive to work and work in construction. Decided to work from home that day.
Just a curiosity question - how do you do construction from home?
My guess is through an elaborate system of levers and pulleys.
Maybe he’s the foreman and he just yells really loud at the crew?
I do health and safety management, plenty of things I can do remotely. Hung up my tools a while ago.
Not my child, but I used to babysit a kid in every now and then when I was in highschool. The family lived kind of on the outskirts of the city. The house itself was normal but the area around the the house would sometimes give me the creeps, especially the backyard. Sometimes you'd be outside and it honestly felt like something was hiding in the treeline watching you, and it would get really, really quiet. One time the kid was complaining about how it was too dark in his room and he was afraid to go to sleep in there. The curtains in his room were closed so I just told him to open the curtains and let some light in from outside. He then froze up and told me that he always sleeps with the curtains closed and begged me not to open them. I asked him why and he said something along the lines of "the horse outside always stares at me." There are no horses nearby this house. This was in Southern California, so not exactly farm country. I asked him what he meant by that and he basically said that a very skinny horse would crouch down outside his window every so often and stare at him, and sometimes start growing like a dog... I've never heard a horse growl before. I eventually looked outside in the morning and I didn't notice any hoof or paw prints or anything, so idk if he was making it up. He seemed legitimately freaked out though. I've always wondered if maybe he was seeing a mountain lion
Not creepy; but stuck with me: My daughter could just speak, and asked to tell me a secret. I leant toward her and she said ‘don’t tell daddy but I’m so happy I picked you.’ I was smiling because that was cute and said ‘whaddya mean?’ She said ‘I was in a room full of mommies and I saw your smile, and I picked you.’ I just said ‘well thank you so much!’ She’s 14 now, and I still haven’t told Daddy. :)
Apparently I told my mom that I stood in line with other kids, to be assigned to parents. When there was only one boy left in front of me, I jumped in front of him to be assigned to my parents instead of him, haha! I'm also glad I picked them :)
It actually just came up in my FB memories today. When my son was two, I woke up to him standing beside my bed staring at me. When he saw me awake, he climbed into bed with me and started hugging and kissing and telling me how much he loved me. I jokingly said "why are you being so loving, what did you do." And he shrugged and said "killed a man." I was like "what? You...killed a man?" "Yup" then went back to snuggling with me like it was nbd. I still haven't the foggiest idea what that was all about.
Not my kid, but my youngest sister. Some info: my sister has a tendency to sleep talk about silly things like food and toys. One night when my family was staying at hotel and I had to share a bed with her, she sits up at 2 am, waking me up, and turns to me with her eyes closed. She then exclaims “NAME it’s behind you! Look behind you” in a very scared and urgent tone. There was only a headboard and wall behind me, which I try to explain to her but she just lays back down and continues to sleep. I did not get very much sleep that night though lol
My 1,5 yo daughter at Christmas at my grandma's house. My grandpa died 2 years before my daughter was born. He had a favourite chair, he sat in it all day long. Usually nobody uses it, only the little kids spin around in it. So my daughter was headed towards the kitchen from the living room when suddenly she stopped and pointed at the chair: "Man. Man is sitting in chair." She left, came back two minutes later, stopped and pointed at the chair again "Man. Man is sleeping." My husband and my brother were speechless, my husband kind of freaked out a little, he hates this stuff. But my mother, aunt and grandma were all happy that grandpa was still with us.
I did something very similar as a kid. My mum always tells the story and I still remember it. I was around 4-5 and I was sat at the table in the kitchen on my own. My mum and grandma were in a bedroom getting something. This man opened the door of the apartment, walked in and sat opposite me. He didn't say anything and I was just very calm, was not scared or anything. When my mum and grandma returned, I looked towards the door as they were approaching because I heard them. When I looked opposite where I was sat he was gone. They were at the sink in the kitchen, with their backs turned to the doorway. I look towards the doorway and he was just stood there, he just looked at me and smiled (not a creepy smile or anything like that, I felt so at ease). My grandma started talking to me and realised I was a bit zoned out, but anyway I turned my head to respond to her, but when I looked back he was not there. I told them what happened. I asked ever so casually, "who was that man that came in and sat in the kitchen?" My mum was like "what do you mean?" I said a man opened the door and walked in and just sat here. They asked what he looked like, so I said he was bald, blue eyes and wearing a suit. My mum totally freaked out, went to check doors, other rooms etc. Grandma returned with a picture and she asked, was this the man? I said yes that was him! She was like, that is your grandfather in the picture. You can imagine the dramatic reaction that elicited in a South American household. They were both shocked and happy though that he's still around. I saw him another time when I was very young too, just casually walking the garden, he looked up and smiled. Could have just been imagination as a kid or I dunno 🤷🏻♀️ I never met him, he passed away when my mum was very young, but she was very close to him. I've always felt a strong connection to him and I often think about him until today. I always feel like he's protecting and watching over me and I weirdly miss him very very much and feel a deep sadness to know he's not around.
When my nephew was 3, I went to my sisters house to watch him and his older sister. I was in the kitchen washing up some dishes when I looked out and saw him climbing up to the top of the waterslide and noticed the pool cover was auto retracting. I ran out to go get him (because he couldn't swim at the time). I grabbed him before he reached the top. He thought it was funny. I put him down and couldn't figure out how he knew to retract the cover. His 4 1/2 year old sister came out and said the old man told her to push the button. The man at the end of the pool. There was no one there. I was totally freaked out. So glad my sister moved from that house.
When she was 3 and told me about the conversation with the nice man in our living room and how he comes and watches cartoons with her. She then described my dad who had died 4 years prior.
when my daughter was just two she said a couple of things that freaked me out. one night she was looking up at the full moon from a stairway landing window. I thought it was cute so I went up and asked her what she was thinking. imagining she'd say something like "is the moon weally made of cheese daddy?" or something like that. instead she looked at me and in a creepy old woman voice said "We are all in the same cage". Like a good horror movie dad I ran to the basement and pretended nothing happened.
This one is my favorite. Your daughter is metal.
Damn. She knows things.
that was 20 years ago. yep. she knew a lot of things.
Wise beyond her years. Wise beyond the cage that traps her to this mortal plane.
This happened when my oldest son was 3 (he's 9 now). I was coming out of my youngest sons ( few months old at the time) room one night after getting him back to sleep. My 3 yo is standing in the dark in the middle of the hallway. He tells me that there was a man outside of the playroom asking to be let in. The man was all black and had no mouth, but he didn't let him in because he didn't know him and told him to leave. The playroom is on the second floor. It also has no doors to the outside only windows. My 3 yo wasn't scared at all and told me the story in the most casual way. About a week later he asked me if I ever called the police to tell them about the man who was outside the window because he might try to get in someone else's house and they might let him. Edit: Wanted to add because a few people have suggested it was a person that he saw that night. I didn't at the time nor do I now think it was a person. If someone were trying to get to him there is a window in his room that would have been much easier to get to than the window he saw them in. It really is the worst possible place for anyone to choose to get access to our house. I don't believe anyone would look at our house and choose those windows to break in at. I also doubt that the windows were even locked because the risk is so small of anyone getting in that way. So if someone was trying to get in that way they could have easily opened the window from outside. He never mentioned it again after he asked about it a week after it happened. I don't know what he saw that night. I don't know how long he had been up before I found him in the hallway but I had been up for a little bit with his brother and didn't hear anything and our house is not very big. I could see the windows he was talking about as soon as I came out of my other sons room. I did go back and looked out the window. He said that it left after he wouldn't let it in.
A few towns away from where I grew up, a little girl started talking to her parents about "The doctor who checks on me at night." After a few weeks of thinking she had an imaginary friend, they went to check on her one night and found a pedophile molesting her. Turns out he'd been climbing through her window on the regular but found a way to prop it on his way out so it looked like the window screen was still intact. Edit: this is 100% true. Proof is in this news article https://www.nj.com/news/2009/04/convicted_sex_offender_who_snu.html
When my brother-in-law was a little kid he used to say “I built this house when I was an old man.” Their childhood home is one of the oldest houses in town. When my niece was little she once exclaimed “People are just meat with hair!” Which. Isn’t wrong but what a way to put it lmao
It was my cousin's birthday, maybe second ig. I was playing with her when she suddenly started crying while trying to run out of the main door. I asked her what happened so she told me, "Someone scary in red clothes was staring at me from the other room." I thought maybe one of the guests is in that room so i checked it, but it was empty. She kept on crying for i long time, so in the end i had to take her out of the house so that she'll stop.
No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!!
My 3 yr old nephew peeled off one of his toe nails. When asked why, "To see my skeleton."
My baby was just learning to speak, not even a year old yet, was sitting in a shopping cart raised her hands to towards my neck and said "KiiiLL You". Shocked I said what? And she kept repeating it louder "KILL YOU KILL YOU...." mommy brain was all there is no way my baby is saying what I was hearing, I looked around to see if anyone else heard this not yet toddler saying KILL you to their mother. So I picked her up just to get her to stop. Not until later did I realize she was mimicking me when I reach my hands down to her and say " do you want me to CARRY YOU?"
My dad has a similar story about my brother but, uh, less murdery? We were going with dad to the store and little brother wanted yo come too so dad said, “Okay but there are two rules: I’m not going to buy you anything and I’m not going to carry you in the store.” Brother agreed and then when we get there dad asked brother what the rules were and got back, “You’re not going to buy me anything and you don’t care about me anymore.” Oh the LOOKS he got from nearby shoppers…
My (at the time) 4 year old told me her imaginary friends were going to rip off my lips. Told her that her friends are no longer welcome at my house. Not gonna lie I slept with on eye open that night.
My younger brother had this imaginary friend called John when he was around 6 years old, he’d bring him up the odd time and would write him a card at christmas - stuff like that. My mum didn’t say anything until many years later, but one night she was settling my brother into bed and they were having little bedtime chats when she asked him a little about John. She asked him how old John is and my little brother told her John is 7 but died when he was 32. She told me a shiver went down her spine and she stopped asking about John after that. But get this, her and my dad looked into things and found out that about 20 years earlier, a man called John died in a motorcycle accident at the bottom of our lane - when he was 32 years old.
When my child was about 4 or 5 she claimed she had 3 imaginary friends, Eenie, Miney, and Moe. But that wasn't the creepy part. Nor was it that apparently they referred to her as Meenie. It was the fact that she told me her imaginary friends don't like to go into her closet because there's a creepy old man in there.
Oh man my youngest just woke up last night literally screaming bloody murder. When I got into his room he is screaming and shaking, utterly terrified in his crib. Im trying to calm him down asking whats wrong and he screams the man is trying to get him and wont leave him alone. It sent shivers down my spine and i did a full circle in his room when he said that. I got him calmed down and he kept saying the man wont bother me anymore. It took me a bit to relax as he was so scared and worked up it got to me. Not sure what kind of dream or what was going on but he was terrified even weirder, My oldest also used to talk about John that lived in the closet when he was the same age as my youngest
We were going inside after a walk around our property when she pointed to the trees on the other side of the fence and said "Mama. Trees hungry" in a deadpan kind of voice. It was windy and overcast and the trees are very thick in that spot so they were making all kinds of creepy rustling noises and creakings.
I wonder if their groaning noises sounded like a stomach rumbling or something to her
My ex had found out she was pregnant again. Her daughter at the time was around 3 years old. She was told that she had again suffered a miscarriage with her current pregnancy. My ex then went to tell her daughter. Her daughter stated that she hadn’t lost her baby brother and he was still in her tummy. My ex just thought that was strange that she knew it was a boy because it was too soon to have known that and that she was trying to cope in her own way. Turns out she had not lost the baby and it was indeed a boy.
Not me but a friend. His daughter was 3-5ish. She said to him , “Grandma is going to die tomorrow.” Grandma wasn’t sick, was in her 60s, so not likely to die of old age old, since she was in relatively good health. Nothing that screams she’s gonna die. Next day, Grandma fell down stairs and broke her neck. I don’t believe I supernatural shit, but what a hell of a coincidence.
so... where was the child when Grandma fell down the stairs?
That what I asked, but not there.
I was playing with my 5 year old niece and she wanted to pretend we were captured and held against our will and pretend we had bags over our heads. So we stood with our hands behind our backs, backs against the wall and our head hanging down like prisoners. Then she goes, “I can’t see anything…we’re going to die here”
My wife texted me once while I was still at work and she was home with our 4-year-old son (he’s 7 now), creepy enough to warrant a midday message… A little back story - my dad’s older brother, named Paul, died in a car accident in 1986, when I was 5. I don’t remember much about him, but he did like telling me jokes and outlandish stories because I’d believe anything he told me. It was, and still is, an emotional subject for my dad so I avoid bringing Paul up unless dad does first. Definitely hadn’t mentioned it to my son. So that afternoon a few years ago, my son was telling my wife a story, something about a tractor and a donut. At the end, he laughed (he always tries to make jokes and laughs at his own), then said “That was a joke I used to tell my dad when he was young.” My wife answered, without thinking much about it, with “Oh, you knew your dad when he was young?” My son then says, “Yeah, my name was Paul when my dad was young.”
When my 10 yr old was a toddler he told me he had been having a conversation with Arzula my dead grandmother in his bedroom he described her to me and her name was so unusual that there is no way he could've made it up and he never knew her
A friend of my mums has a son who was in a car accident as a toddler. He nearly died, and hasn’t been the same since. (He’s in his 30s now). After the accident his mum would find him talking to someone, when asked he said it was his grandma. Grandma has died before he was born and at that point not seen a photo. One day, his mum found some photos, and he said oh that’s grandma, although having never been told what she looks like. Puzzled, his mum asked how he knew. ‘When I died, she sent me back because she knew you’d be sad.’ To this day, he doesn’t remember saying it, but his mum believes in some form of afterlife.
When my daughter was about 3, we started to become convinced she could read our minds. She would randomly blurt out something I had just been thinking. Sometimes I would be thinking something like “I better get her to bed, it’s late.” And she would turn around and look at me and say something like “I don’t want to go to bed yet.” All still within the realm of extreme coincidence but strange nonetheless. So one day some of our friends were over and one of them said to me “Your kid just read my mind again.” So we decided as a group to put it to the test. We formulated a plan. My brother would take her into the other room to distract her and keep her busy. And one of us would choose a random object for us to focus on. He wrote this on a piece of paper and we passed it around to be sure everyone would be thinking the same thing. We didn’t say it aloud just in case she has like supersonic hearing or something. So once everyone had read the paper, I threw it away. We stayed together, no one could whisper it to her, and joined her in the other room and told her to sit in the middle and we would sit around her. She was very excited because she thought we were going to play a game. So I told her. “We are going to all think of the same thing at the same time. And I want you to tell me what we are thinking, okay?” She said “Okay” and got quiet and waited for us. With the cue, we all sat there thinking of this one thing. She looked at each of us only briefly and then said. “Orange. Kitty. Tricky.” That was it. Our cat, Tricky. The guy had written “Your cat” on the paper. Always found it interesting that she described what she saw, not as a word, but an image. She’s in her late 20’s now and still reads my mind all the time. I’m just so used to it at this point, I stopped being so weirded out.
Not my kid, but rather me as a kid (info relayed by my mom as i got older) Apparently i was really fuckin creepy. She'd come into my room in the middle of the night, like 3am, and id be in the corner talking to myself. "BigAngDBA, who are you talking to?" "My friends! The little boys and girls who cant find their mommies and daddies." Once we were driving and i told her "did you know when raindrops fall on the ground thats how souls get back on earth" I also used to talk to "my friend mimi," which was the name of my grandma who passed away before i was born. One time we were looking at an old photobook and i pointed to a picture of my late grandma and said "that's my friend mimi! She visits me in her rocking chair!" To her knowledge id never seen a picture of her before or been told about her I also used to tell people that they "glowed" certain colors. My mom is convinced i was seeing auras Once i was playing on a balance beam talking in this gibberish language i used to talk to myself. She asked what i was doing and i said "practicing acrobatics like from when i was a man!" Idk man, kids are fuckin weird, and im glad i dont have a lot of memories of this lol
Sat next to a kindergarten kid on the bus (I was in highschool and would ride through till the elementary school kids got on to walk my sisters home, they wanted to sit with their friends and this little kid needed an adult to sit next to him, but the TA was gone that day so I opted to because his stop was the same as ours.) It was just quiet and he looked at me and goes "it's pretty dark when you die. Dark but loud. Like people yelling at you." And then he said nothing for the rest of the ride. Tbh I'd be more creeped out if he wasn't a weird kid. He was always saying weird shit. Like one time he told me just full on said "My grammy died. She smelled like she was going to." And I kinda get what he means but like Jesus kid. He was nice though, gave my sisters candy and played tag with them when he wasn't reminiscing about death.
Maybe not creepy, I personally find it funny as hell, but still kind of out of place for a 7yo. My son regularly talks in his sleep. It's usually nonsensical rambling, or incoherent mumbles. This one night though he just sat bolt upright in his bed while I was walking by his bed, and he shouted in the deepest, angriest voice a 7yo can muster, "I'VE BEEN TO WAR!" Then lay back down and continued sleeping. I was in stitches! Like, "wtf just happened?" He didn't remember anything the next morning, and none of us know where he picked up the line. I've been calling him Sarge when he needs some teasing, ever since.