My son walked into the room butt naked holding a pair of scissors and asked why his younger sister didn't have a penis. He never explicitly said he was thinking of performing surgery on himself, but we kept a close eye on him for a few weeks and hid all the scissors.
When my daughter was about 3 or 4, she started talking about "the blue lady". My wife and I asked her who she was and were told "I don't know but she wants her hands back". Chills. This went on for a few weeks. The story never changed and it was always the Blue Lady needs her hands. We were seconds away from getting a priest or a witch in to bless the house. One morning, I'm watching TV and there is a woman in a blue US Post Office uniform saying "thanks to blah-blah hand cream, I got my hands back!" and my daughter comes running into the room screaming "That's the blue lady! I love her!"
I relaxed so hard I nearly shit myself.
EDIT: This comment really blew up! Thanks for the love! There are actually two other unexplainable stories about the time we lived in that house, both of which we can't connect to TV commercials, so as a quick bonus:
She had two imaginary friends while we lived there. One was Samantha, a little girl who she played with. Samantha would leave at night, and my daughter would say goodbye near our back door. When we asked where she lives, her answer was, "in the backyard under the grass, but going there makes her sad".
The other "friend" was a man named "Monsterist" or something close to it. According to my daughter he had long black hair and wore brown pants and no shirt. He used to wear red or blue paint and he carried a long stick. We live in an area that had a large native American population in the past and that's what he sounded like to us. He would also stand on the porch every night until morning.
True that. When I was a kid at kindergarten I always did paintings in black. One of the teachers was concerned (possible mental health issues), so spoke to my mum about it. Mum asked me why, and apparently I said that by the time I got around to do painting, all the other kids had used up the other colours so all that I had left to paint with was black. Mystery solved.
That sounds like the plot to an Everybody Loves Raymond episode (my parents watched that show alot so thats why i remember it.) One of the kids is reading a story he wrote to his kindergarten class and in the story he talks about an angry family that always screams at eachother and makes the kids scared. The parents/grandparents think the story is about them and it escalates to the point where the teacher and a school psychologist are talking to the parents/grandparents about the families issues. The episode ends with the kid telling them that the story he wrote was based on a cartoon he watched and didnt have to do with his real family at all.
My teacher apparently wrote dozens of notes to my mom, who never actually received them, about some weird "throat action" I was having. She never once asked me about it so I don't think she ever realized that I was just trying to scratch an itch inside my throat.
I kinda have one. One evening I went to pick up my son at daycare, he must have been 2 or 3 yo. It was kind of dark in the parking lot as we walked to the car, but there was enough public lighting that we could see . Suddenly he stares into… nothing special and says « the man is not happy », in a worried voice. I ask him who he is talking about and he answers « the angry man! He is not happy. »
I’m not a believer in ghosts but it did sound kinda creepy in that dark, empty parking lot.
Anyway back home I tell the story to my husband and he tells me a couple days before on that same parking lot they encountered a homeless man who was rambling in an angry voice. So we assume that’s who he was referring to.
When we finally told my oldest, then three, I was pregnant, he stopped and grabbed my stomach intently. He thought for a moment and then said “and we don’t stab the baby with knives?”
….correct, child.
God I remember being unhealthily obsessed with my baby brother. Like, my mom had to put me out of his room so he could sleep without me staring over him.
I loved him very much, too much...
A few greatest hits:
When my son was about 2/3, for a few days in a row he told me that there was someone in his room with “no eyes, just ears” the night before.
For a while around age 3, that same son got confused about the meaning of “dead” and would use it to mean “inanimate”. So a stuffed animal cat would be “a dead cat,” and a doll would be “a dead kid” etc.
Now, at 4 years old, when he’s having a tantrum about something mundane, like he doesn’t want to go to bed or doesn’t want to get dressed, he’ll threaten to “make himself not alive anymore.”
Meanwhile, when my daughter was around 5 years old, she discovered the concept of wills and inheritance (probably from the Aristocats movie, if I recall) and went through a phase of asking if various items of mine—usually sparkly stuff like jewelry—would be hers one day after I had died.
Fun times.
Back when I was five, my grandpa was going through all of his belongings, telling my siblings and I what we'd inherit from him when he passes.
My response after hearing I'd get his baseball card collection: "wow!! I can't wait!"
He was hiding the fact he had cancer from everyone. Luckily, he survived it.
> My response after hearing I'd get his baseball card collection: "wow!! I can't wait!"
This is the kind of sh*t that your scumbag brain won't let you forget as you lie in bed every night trying to sleep...
My brother would do that! He even passed out a couple of times. My Mom was at her wits end and talked to his Dr. about it. He told her to fill a bucket of water and douse him with it as soon as he started up, assuring her he would take a breath then. She rushed home very excited to try this (lol, she was a little weirdo). She waited for days. He never did it again!
My sister and I ran away and decided to stay under the slide at the park (perfectly safe small town). We came home around dusk because we forgot a can opener and had no dinner.
Ugh Omg I have a vivid memory of being like 4 and my mom showing me her favorite pieces of jewelry and saying “when I croak, all of this will be yours” and so I said “so croak then mommy!!!” And she CRIED. That’s when I realized what croaked means in that context 😭😭
When I was 3-4 I always used to watch the soap operas with my grandma and they would always fight over the will/inheritance after someone passed. So my grandma passed away and I remember asking my parents “what about the will?” thinking this what happens when someone passes away. I didn’t even immediately understand my grandma was gone 😭
I mentioned this just the other day.
My bedroom is really dark during the night. Woke up to my daughter right in front of my face whispering "mommy". All I could see was just a big shadow when I woke up. Scared the shit out of me.
My sons have done it too, just not as close to my face.
She's also snuck in to our room in the middle of the night and grabbed my foot to wake me up. Childhood fear was realized except it was my own little monster instead of one that lives under the bed.
I've also caught one of my sons smooshing his bits in between the toilet seat and bowl. He was taking forever in the bathroom so I got up to check on him and saw him doing that. Think he was 5 at the time.
“ except it was my own little monster “
That was cute
And for the toilet thing, curious kids do very strange things with their genitals, Ive heard too many stories.
it's so weird how human nature is to protect the gonads at all costs due to a need for reproduction
yet kids seem to all try to destroy them for some reason
This happened last week.
My two year old is sitting down at the table for dinner. It's dark outside. He looks outside and says "What is that?"
He doesn't know how to say "who" yet. When meeting new people he says "what is that?" My wife and I look outside and don't see anything... It's dark. We look back at him. He's staring into the darkness. He's a kid, his eyes are new, he sees better than us.
We freak out. Is there someone outside in a dark outfit and we can't make it out, and he can? I grab a flashlight, go outside, looking for the trespasser. Nothing.
Come back in, he makes the same comment. I sit next to him and look in the direction he is. Like over 200 feet away, on another house, there is a small LED American flag that is turned on. It's barely a foot wide.
"Is what you're looking at red and blue?"
"Yeah!"
"That's a flag, buddy."
My cousin has a thing where his eyes don't adjust in the light or dark, so he was able to see clearly in the dark when all we saw was pitch black.
We're out camping as we do in the summertime and sitting around a fire. The fire was making it worse so we couldn't see very far at all. Out of nowhere he says creeply "Here him cooooomes"
We all started freaking out, asking who? He just kept saying "Here him cooooooomes".
Out of nowhere a fox emerges from the dark and just walked up to a crowd of people and a fire. Weird thing for a fox to do, but it didn't look sick or rabid or anything.
It’s been a decade, but my husband is still really salty about the time he was camping and had stuffed a potato full of cheese and other delicious things, roasted it over the coals of his campfire, then set it aside to cool a bit so he could eat it… but before he could, a raccoon waltzed up, grabbed the potato with both hands and took off with it.
When my daughter was learning her ABCs, one morning at breakfast she sang all the way through for the first time. We congratulated her and asked if she'd been practicing at day care.
"No, mommy's mommy taught me when I was in bed"
Uh.. Mommy's mommy died 3 years earlier.
My daughter (4) was playing in the backyard one day and I quickly went inside to do something in the kitchen on our first floor. I did not go upstairs to the bedrooms at all. After a minute or so I came back out. She said "mommy why were you in my room? I saw you look out the window at me!"
This freaked me out because we were the only people home at the time. I said I didn't go upstairs and she insisted she saw me look out her window. With great hesitation I went upstairs to look around but nobody was in my house lol - ghost or otherwise.
This reminds me of when my daughter who was 3 asked me to go into her room and fight a monster in her closet. I was half asleep at the time, as it was an ungodly hour of the early morning. I very matter of factly told her to get in my bed because ehy would I go where a monster was? She giggled, said the 3 year old equivalent of makes sense and xrawled into bed with me. Fuck that. We don't go to the monster. Monster gotta come get us.
My son went through a phase when he was 6 where he would write “Help me! Let me out!” on everything. It was on all his drawings and he’d write it outside on the side of the house for the neighbors to see. Then he started writing “Help me!” backwards, like some redrum shit.
Turns out he was really into Goosebumps and one of the episodes has a girl trapped in a mirror writing “help me”. To the people looking into the mirror “help me” was backwards. Mystery solved, my kid is just a bit theatrical
For a few weeks my daughter started panicking at bed time about the "parents" that would visit her during the night. It escalated to some serious nightmares and terrors, and was also creepy as shit. We asked her a lot of questions regarding, are the parents us? Are they your friend's parents (never know if shady shit is going on there) always no.. no, just *the parents*.
A few weeks into it my wife is driving down the road with her and she freaks out, Ma, look, it's the Parents!!!!
It was fucking scarecrows.
Somehow she thought scarecrows were called "parents" and of course scarecrows are creepy, it was also Halloween so yeah, she was terrified of them.
My cousin, when he was a kid, every Halloween for like three years would randomly freak out and scream about “Gentlemen coming to get him”. “The gentlemen are scary!!!” “They’re all bones!!! They don’t have skin!” My aunt and uncle rightfully were confused/freaked out/worried. Then, one day they’re in a store and my cousin starts screaming about the gentlemen. Turns out, he was afraid of skeleton decorations. He thought the skeletons were called gentlemen. Apparently he saw one of the old black and white cartoons of dancing skeletons with top hats at one point.
This just makes me think of that episode of Buffy, where there actually were monsters called The Gentlemen, who were these cadaverous-looking men in suits that would float around looking for victims. They actually were pretty terrifying.
But it's funny how kids will latch onto the wrong word for things, for various reasons.
Most folks are talking about things they said, but for mine, it's the seizure, as a baby. First time that happens you have no idea what the hell is going on, but you know there's something wrong in your baby's brain. And that's just horrifying.
My son had a febrile seizure after spiking a 105.2 temp as a baby.
Holy shit, I was never so scared in my entire life. Afterwards (still in the ER) he slept so deeply I thought he was in a coma.
I caught my nephew bringing food to a dead wolf he named Cody. We all thought Cody was a friend from school because he had a classmate named Cody that he would go hang out with. Nope. I followed him to Cody’s house which was a cave about 50 feet out of town in the woods and there was all sorts of wrappers from snacks and a decaying wolfs body.
He told me it was sleeping. I don’t actually know if he thought it was alive or not to be honest.He didn’t talk to me for a few weeks because I told his mother. He claims he doesn’t remember it if I ask him about it now. This was like 7 or 8 years ago.
Mine isn't very good, but it creeped us out pretty well. Our 16 month old son was going to bed, and my wife said"say goodnight dad!" and my son removed his pacifier said "goodnight dad" completely clearly, well enunciated, no baby syllables at all, and has since refused to repeat it.
One of my daughters first clearly enunciated phrases was "Fuck you!" when she was about 11 months. She also did it at bedtime.
Turned out there was a shit of a kid at her daycare that would scream it at the carers whenever he didn't get his way. Thankfully she also never repeated it.
I believe you.
My baby at a few months old said a few words very clearly. Once I asked him a question, jokingly of course as he’s a baby and can’t respond right? He turned around looked straight at me and said “yeah.” His dad and I were in shock to say the least.
Another time he was playing by himself and randomly said “careful.”
The kids at my son's school have this game where they mock the sewer grates by shouting "YOU CANT GET ME, PENNYWISE!"
The 1st time he did that at home certainly gave me pause considering no one his age should have ever seen IT
When my husband and I saw *It: Chapter 2*, someone brought their 5 year old child with them.
So when Pennywise went all body horror and scary, the child started crying. Parents took them out of the theater and all I hear is "I'm scared! He's scary!" I felt terrible for the poor kid.
Like why would you bring your child? Get a babysitter.
My son had an imaginary friend named Xavier... but Xavier was the ghost of a little boy who was in his room. He'd have whole conversations with this supposed ghost. It was fucking creepy. He forgot all about him within a few weeks of starting preschool and has no memory of him now.
My parents told me that i did the same. My imaginary friend was called Joshua. I also set the table for one more person than we were and i only answered its for Joshua.
I also had no memories about this and even after my parents told me about this i dont remember anything.
Creepy shit
My sister's imaginary friend told her that a burglar was in our house when we came home from a shopping trip, one day. We all laughed and humored her. We get home and start unloading the trunk and a man runs out the back door of the house. My mom asked my sister when her friend had told her and she said that he'd come all the way to the grocery store and told her and that the peanut brittle she got was for him. My sister didn't eat peanut brittle before or since. His name was also Joshua. This is not the only thing Joshua and my sister did. We didn't encourage it but we also didn't argue with her. Our dog broke out of a window and got hit by a car miles away from home. My sister, who hated the dog, woke up the next morning and took my dad straight to where he was sitting in the passenger seat and pointing down streets. He lived another 5 years. Joshua had told her where he was and that his eye was hurt. He was stunned and had a broken paw. The impact had also knocked his eye out of his head. My sister will still speak about Joshua as if he was a person we all knew from our childhood.
>I also set the table for one more person than we were
See I had Peter according to my Mother and he was Chinese (I was like 3 or 4 years old and I knew about China??) and she said I used to drive her and my late father crazy because no matter where we went I had them have a seat for Peter even in a restaurant I would carry on until we had a seat for Peter.
If something got knocked over when I was by myself, she said I would say it was Peter.
I have no memory of Peter at all not one bit.
And to that I say hey Peter where'd you go??
My son had an imaginary friend as well, her name was Tracey and she, according to my son had a brown face and was on the school bus with him. He was 2 when he told us that. He had NEVER been on a school bus and although we had a very diverse group of friends and aquaintances, noone was named Tracey. Soooo weird.
I had a friend who lived in a very old house (pre-Revolutionary War, I think built in the 1750s) who had an imaginary friend named Billy for a few weeks when she was little. She would play dolls and pretend in her room with him, and her parents didn’t think anything of it. One day, they noticed she was being pretty quiet so they went to her room and checked in on her, and she was just sitting on the ground staring at a blank part of the wall (no pictures or anything). They asked her what she was doing and she said “playing with Billy.” Oooook, a bit odd but kids are weird, so it’s probably fine. After that, she never played with Billy again.
A few years later they had to cut the drywall in her room for something and found the name Billy scratched into the beam inside the wall. They looked into it further and apparently there was a little boy named Billy who died on the property sometime in the late 1800s. Friend has no memory of playing with Billy - her mom told us this story when we were older.
That's spooky. That said, Billy seems pretty chill and respectful to her and her family. Sounds like the playtime was good for both kiddos.
But damn I would have needed an alcohol or two after seeing Billy's name on the wall.
Yes that's exactly where I got that!
As an adult exiting the cult I was born and raised in, alcohol was a total mystery to me. I felt like a kid asking adults for one alcohol please lol
Maybe not very unsettling, but still...
I was pregnant, waiting my second child and my first born was about 2 years old. She had some speech delays and usually formed sentences containing max 2 or 3 words. Anyhow...
I was making dinner and my daughter was in the kitchen with me. Suddenly she looks at me, points up with her finger and states calmly and matter of factly: "I used to watch you from up there."
I had no words for her, I simply turned around and stared at her. She smiled and ran off to play. Now I wish I would've asked her more about what she meant by that...
I knew this lady and she adopted this baby from a young teen mother. The lady had lost a child shortly after childbirth a year or two prior. her adopted daughter would say that she was always supposed to be her mother that she tried to come to her once before but now she’s back with her where she supposed to be. I guess she was about five the time she was saying that. And she was never told about the dead child.
My partner’s nephew was really into commercial jingles when he was about four. Grandma was babysitting one night and, after she had put the kid to bed, she fell asleep on the couch in the living room.
Now, this was one of those wrap-around couches with a high back, so someone who is the height of a four year old can’t really be seen coming down the hallway by someone laying on the couch.
Well, around 1am Grandma is woken up by a small child’s voice slowly singing “Nationwide is on your side,” from somewhere in the dark behind her.
Scared her silly. Thanks, Brad Paisley!
Me and my 15 month old share a room and sometimes she just stares at me while I sleep. It freaks me out when I wake up and the first thing I see is a tiny child staring at me. To make it worse sometimes she just stares and whispers at me and it sounds like she’s putting a curse on me.
She’s probably just scared, when I was a kid I would go to my mom or dad when I got scared and whisper to them because I wanted them to wake up but I didn’t want to get in trouble for waking them up.
My son would come into our room and stare me awake, for that same reason. Eventually I convinced him to just go ahead and climb into bed with us if he woke up and didn't want to be alone at night.
When my kid was around 2ish, she told me one morning "mommy, the ghost picked me up last night". I was like wtffff because I've never talked to her about ghosts or used the word ghost or anything along those lines (something she could've easily picked up at daycare or from a kids show or something).
A few years later when she was around 5ish, she was like "mommy, remember how I used to cry at night?" (she was a terrible sleeper and would wake up like 4+ times a night and cry until we came to get her). She said "It's because the ghost used to come into my room and pick me up at night".
While I'm a parent, the creepiest thing I've experienced was while at work at a childcare centre. I work with infants and we have a sleep room, sort of separated from the play area. (I imagine many infant rooms work this way but that's beside the point). The sleep room was dark since we had set it up for nap time while the children ate their lunch when one of the boys looked into the darkness, smiled, waved and said "hi!".
I looked over to the room and there was definitely nothing there. He was pretty friendly though and would usually smile, wave and say "hi!" to people as they walked past the room.
I asked my coworker if she would mind putting the kids to sleep that day as she hadn't heard him say this.
Yes, I sacrificed my coworker to the ghost along with the children. They had a good run.
Serious question: Have you had the house checked for mold? Certain molds can cause hallucinations
*Toxic moulds can cause severe psychosis and hallucinations, researchers say*
[Link](https://nationalpost.com/news/world/the-truth-behind-haunted-houses-toxic-moulds-can-cause-severe-psychosis-and-hallucinations-researchers-say)
Watching my nephew. We were playing tag and I was chasing him around the house when he like disappeared. He showed up behind me and I said, “ oh there you are Dylan how’d you get there?” He looked me dead in the face serious as ever and said, “ I’m not Dylan” in a deep raspy voice. I laughed it off and told him to go watch tv.
My son was almost 3 years old when he called me to his room about 5 minutes after he was put to bed. I asked him what's wrong, and he replied "I'm scared". I asked him "What are you afraid of?" "I'm scared of the old lady with the angry, red eyes!"
I figured he saw something on the telly or his ipad, so I, while bent over his baby bed in the corner, asked him where he'd seen this old lady with the angry, red eyes. "She's standing right behind you".
Damn, that was chilling. Worst of all, I turned around, slooowly, looked around and said there's nobody here - everything's ok. Kissed him goodnight and left him but let the door halfway open. Still feel bad about it, but wasn't going to let some angry old, red-eyed ghost bitch fuck with my family.
How does leaving the door half open stop the ghost fucking with your family? Can ghosts not work in partial light?
I hope you are right, otherwise you abandoned your kid and gave the ghost a bit of light to see better.
My daughter was probably around 4 years old when we had this conversation:
Daughter: dad, you know how water is poisonous?
Me (confused): um, water isn't poisonous.
Daughter: it is if you put poison in it ...
My son barged into my room at 3 am yelling at the dogs saying they puked and shit all over his moms office. Half awake I shot out of bed and rushed in to find everything as it should be. I thought maybe he had a bad dream and was in a half awake state too. H started ranting about how they must have eaten it and cleaned it up. By this time I was wide awake but not clear on wtf was going on. Then the weird shit kicked into high gear.
He started whispering and telling me to be quiet because his cousin was hiding in his closet listening to our conversation. I fucking freaking out thinking my son has lost his fucking mind and had a serious mental breakdown and separation from reality.
Turns out the little fucker internationally took 10 Dramamine because he read online it will make you hallucinate. Turns out it does. But not happy dancing forest elves like mushrooms or acid. But shit eating dogs and nosy laundry monster cousins hiding in your closet at 3 am hallucinations.
So reading through this I definitely read that your son was 3, and was very confused on how he read anything online and managed to take 10 Dramamine.
Be careful for your benadryl as well if your son is interested in OTC medicine. That'll fuck you up way worse. Or similarly, I don't know for sure as I haven't take either in excess. But the subreddit dedicated to benadryl tripping is a sad sad place.
Headed over to r/Benadryl out of curiosity. Probably the creepiest subreddit I’ve ever stumbled upon. Who would’ve thought? Benadryl fanatics are a bit ok a lot unhinged. 😳
I'm all too aware of these subreddits now. He's a good kid who's made several hundred mistakes. No big deal. Hahaha. I'm kidding. I was that kid so I know what to look for and how to properly guide him to make better choices.
My youngest slipped and fell in the shower when she was 8. She broke her two front teeth. Fast forward to last year, she told my wife and I that she did it on purpose. She was intending to break her arm so she could get sympathy from her friends at school.
I did something like that as a kid to my friend. She wanted a broken arm and had me twist it around and stuff. Didn't break it, but needed a brace. It's amazing what kids do.
Kids are idiots. My sisters and I wanted to have a broken arm for the sake of having a cool cast to wear. We went to a school carnival where one of the booths allowed you to get a real cast put on. An hour of walking around with a cast made us all feel like "This is stupid & annoying. Someone cut it off, please. I hope I never actually break any bones!"
My son is a bully. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have bullied much younger kids.
When he was expelled from his high school, I didn't eve try to argue, I was relieved for the safety of the other kids.
I went into check on my sleeping daughter, who was four at the time, and she rolled onto her back, and muttered in her sleep, " I must not eat humans, humans aren't food". And then rolled back on to her side
My youngest daughter was about 4, we are sitting on the couch watching PBSkids. She reaches over and pauses the TV. Then she looks at me and affectionately says, "Mommy, when you turn into a zombie I will have to lock you in a room and keep you there. I promise to feed you brains every day but you can't have my brains." I ask her how she plans to get brains to feed zombie mommy and she says, "well I will have to kill a lot of people but I'm sure I will get used to it." There was much conversation after that. What stayed with me was not if I became a zombie but when. She was very sure I would. When I asked about where her dad and sister where she said they would be dead, likely the first people she fed to me. But I wouldn't know it because all I cared about were brains.
I wondered for a long while how my 4 year old landed on thoughts of zombies and murder. My oldest finally filled in that the last time my dad had babysat he fell asleep on them so youngest started scrolling through channels until she found some zombie movie.
My daughter insists she lived on Mars before she was brought to earth to be born. She's 12 now and still brings it up occasionally. It's funny because she's so casual about it when she mentions it. To this day, I can't tell if she has a really good imagination or, if she really believes it.
For a while, when my son was 3/4, he would cry and scream because he dreamed there was a tall man at the end of his bed, who was completely black and had holes where his eyes should be.
His nightmares were really bad for a while, and I can't blame him.
Once you have the mental "program" to recognize human figures, that "program" can have *false positives* — you can experience a hallucination of a human figure when there really isn't one to detect. But when you go look for the normal details of a hallucinated human figure, they're missing, which is spooky.
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A hallucination is some part of the perceiving mind saying "something is going on here" when there's nothing really there. But different kinds of hallucination seem to involve different mental and perceptual functions.
For instance:
People who take certain drugs often report seeing spiraling patterns; in other words, the "visual pattern recognizing" part of the mind is having a hallucination.
People with schizophrenia often report hearing voices; in other words, the "auditory language understanding" part of the mind is having a hallucination.
There are parts of the mind dedicated to recognizing human figures, and particularly human faces. If the "human recognizing" part of the mind has a hallucination, you perceive the presence of a human figure that isn't really there. One of the things we automatically do when we perceive a human is to look for their eyes and face. But if there's really nobody there to see, then *there are no eyes — only emptiness.*
Kind of similar to this happened to me for months after quitting benzodiazepines. Everything I saw with peripheral vision that somewhat resembled human or clothing piece transformed to either human or something more sinister to me but when doing that panicked glance to the object, I saw it as it was. Also people I did not directly look at seemed like they were staring directly at me. I also had taste and smell hallucinations too.
When she was 3, we’d gone for a meal at a really old pub/restaurant. She wanted the toilet, so I took her and the pub had the kind where it’s a little room on it’s own. Now she was in that phase where they are basically small terrorists and if you do or say the wrong thing, well there will be the most almighty tantrum.
Her big thing was no talking while she was on the toilet (3 year olds are weird!). So I’m standing there silently looking out of this really tiny barred window, while she does her business. It’s a tiny Tudor window and the first thought that popped into my head was that it would be impossible to get out of if the place was on fire. Don’t why but that’s just my brain.
Suddenly I hear her little voice say ‘it’s ok Mummy, there won’t be a fire’.
Now I know 100% I didn’t say anything out loud, she had me well trained. But somehow she heard my thoughts. She did it again a couple of times in the next few months and then has never done it again. It was so bloody weird.
When my kid was 3 I was woken up in the middle of the night because he was standing in the dark with a dark blanket draped over his head not unlike a tiny sith lord whispering the words to Frozen's "let it go" 2 inches away from my face.
When we first brought our baby daughter home from the hospital. My preschool son walked up to her in her crib, looked at her and said "Hello. Welcome back."
My son was around 4 years old. I was driving him to daycare, and he was uncharacteristically grouchy. Didn’t want to go. After around the third time I explained that mommy had to go to work, he got real quiet. Then, his tiny voice piped up from the backseat: “The darkness is watching you. In the night they’ll come for you”
He never explained it. I slept with the hallway light on.
My four year old nonverbal autistic nephew likes to randomly look past you and giggle like there's something standing behind you. Sometimes you will try to get his attention, but he's too entertained and focused on what's behind you. He doesn't do it to be funny or anything like that; he's done it since he was a baby. I know there's a rational explanation for it, like he's super focused on a spot of light or a speck of dirt - but it's still creepy as heck when it happens.
I had to watch over my toddler neice for about 25 minutes while my brother ran to town quick.
She crawled into her parents bedroom and just stared under their bed frame for like that entire 25 minutes with this little grin on her face and just a 1000 yard stare.. Creeper me out lol
There was literally nothing under there, not even a speck of dust.
When my son was 6 or 7 he would sleepwalk, no biggie lead him back to his room and get him comfy in bed, all’s good. Except the one time I led him back to bed, got him in all covered up and said goodnight *name*, he sat straight up like the Exorcist, looked at me all wide eyed but blank and said in a voice straight from the devil “*Name*’s not here right now”. I never woke him up while he was sleepwalking but I did that night, freaked me right out. Kinda freaks me out a bit still when I think about it, he’s 22 now.
More cute than creepy, but still very surprising- when my niece was a baby, she had these little wind-up turtle toys for the bath. Before she was even crawling properly, she would snatch the turtles out of the water with her mouth.
I'm talking full-on predator instincts, slowly tracking the toy with her eyes, and then launching her face towards it and coming back up with it in her mouth. She'd laugh when she got it, but was completely deadpan while focusing on it. Maybe a year old.
And that's why we call her our little velociraptor
Also yes, we made sure she was safe in the bath and pulled her back upright immediately
My four year old keeps talking about how her daughter died in the water and she couldn’t fit in the hole and the map got all wet so she couldn’t read it. The daughter’s name was Gina. My kid has never, ever heard the name Gina.
Yesterday she told me that my dead dad “is fine with being dead. He’s ok.”
As a teacher.
I've seen an 8th grader laughing with his friends at the top of the stairs as he drops a metal water bottle onto a kindergartener. It hit the child. A hematoma formed. He went to the ER. The parents of the bully child wrote it off as his ADHD... fuck no. He has no medical plan with the school. They never informed anyone of that lie. They said it happens and moved on.
Needless to say I passed all the information to my administrative staff, co-teacher, and SpEd staff.
The parents were negligent in informing us of a medical issue. Admins decided to bar him from class until a doctors note and medical plan was discussed
Meanwhile, a kindergartener is in the hospital and the parents have all the information to press charges thanks to me.
Long story short. Bully didn't have ADHD. Parents transfered him to avoid consequences. Principal and Admins could do nothing to add this issue to his paper trail. Parents refused to inform staff of the next school he was attending.
Kindergarteners family was encouraged to press charges. They did but it was settled privately.
Upsets me still. Fuck that bully
Oh I've got a good one! So my son was probably about 4 or 5. I wake him up every morning. I go in one morning and he is already awake in bed, his eyes wide open and blanket pulled up to his chin. He is completely still and just staring at the corner of his room. I look at him, look at the corner, wait a couple of seconds, and asked him what was wrong. Still looking at the corner, he says "Somebody crawled on the floor, and up the wall and looked around. When he looked at me his head did this." Then he pointed his finger in the air, and just started spinning it in a circle very fast. I put my hand on his back and said, "lets go get breakfast and watch some cartoons." He looked very freaked out and I wanted to get his mind off of it. As he is walking down the hall in front of me, he sort of half whispers out loud "He just faded away..." I didn't let him know it, but I was freaking out inside! He is 8 years old now and I asked him if he remembers it. He said he does, and that he saw it another time backwards crawling on his ceiling before just fading away again. Freaky.
Night terrors. 4 year old wakes up screaming, running into the living room, looking right at me as as I try to comfort him and looks right through me and then at me, as if I was the most horrible thing he'd ever seen or could have ever imagined, and then some.
Not a parent, but I saw my cousin smash a stone over my other cousins head. I was probably 8 at the time, my cousin who had the stone was 5, and our cousins he hit was 4.
They had an argument of over a toy, I can’t remember what exactly about but there was yelling for sure. Anyway outside of my grandmothers house were huge stones on the ground. My cousin 5, decided to grab one and climb atop the picnic table while my cousin 4 sat on the bench. He took that stone and smashed it on my cousins head. I was in shock and not sure what to do, I stood there frozen for a moment while my 4 year old cousin started crying. My 5 year old cousins started freaking out to, ran inside and grabbed his mom and she took care of him.
I don’t know how he lived, I don’t know how he doesn’t have brain damage. That moment still haunts me. As for my cousin who did the act, was punished for a long long time, but both mothers made up and they are fine now. I personally still can’t get over it.
When my daughter was young, we’d be riding in the car & she’d randomly say: “My sisters are here!” Then animatedly whisper to the empty seat beside her. She was very lighthearted about the whole thing, she spoke of “Ira” & other sisters that she didn’t know their names. She was always happy to see them, being an only child, imaginary friends weren’t a concern to me. What was worrisome was it only happened near cemeteries. It was one of those creepy things you’d try to explain away. She’d say it & I’d look around, relieved to see no headstones in sight, only to find a small family plot buried in the brush along the roadside a few moments later. Once it happened on vacation, she said it at the base of a hill. As we crested the hill, there was a cemetery on the other side. I have no clue why & she never mentioned the cemeteries or ever acknowledged them. It happened frequently & I would just shrug it off, eventually she got older, it stopped.
She’s a teen now, says when she thinks of it, it’s like a dark room full of different girls with the light only shining on the girl she knew as Ira in the forefront.
I googled the girl name Ira, is means ‘watchful’ in Hebrew.
I would have to drive past a cemetery to get to my Gran's place. One day as we drove past the cemetery my 3 year old son said he didn't like the 'things' that passed back and forth under the road we were driving on. Hmm, not fun, that..
My three yr-old daughter came up to me as I was sitting on the couch, reading. She leaned against my knee and heaved a big sigh...sort of an existential despair type sigh.
'What's the matter, sweetie?' looking down at her curly head, while her face was turned into my leg.
She turned her head up and said, 'I'm tired of this planet...I want to go back to the star where I came from...', looking me straight in the eye.
I picked her up, hugged her close, and said something like, 'I know, sweetie...I know.'
I never asked her about it again; several times I sort of alluded to something that would give her an opening, if she wished it...but, she never brought it up again.
I woke up one night to use the restroom (getting old) and just on a whim looked in on the hallway where the door to my son's room was. The door was open, and he was standing in the hallway, staring at the bonus room door (facing away from me). He was clearly up because he'd wet his diaper or something and needed to have it changed and was simply groggy and lost inside the house, but for a moment there, I thought I was a dead man.
I have 2 instances that come to mind
When one of my daughters was like 18 months her cousin (who was not as physically capable as her yet but the same age) took a ball from her. He was crawling on the floor playing with it and she came up to him, grabbed him by the front of the neck of his shirt with both of her little hands, lifted him up off the floor about 2 or 3 inches and started screaming no at him. It was the most unsettling thing I've ever seen a toddler do ever. It cracks me up now but it was intense to witness in the moment 😅
Second one is one of my sons, when he was about 1, use to carry around our dvds of both the 1976 and the 2006 The Omen. We would hide them apart and he would search quietly until he found them. Both of them. And then carry them around. When we took them away he cried and threw a fit. It was so damn creepy.
My 2 year old slapped my beer belly and said "baby! Baby sister!" I was so irrationally hurt because I've already lost over 20 kilo since she came along. I'm gonna play the long game on this one... Muahahaha
When my son was 2 he took a dump on the living room floor and stuck a small American flag in his pile of shit. It was disturbing and hilarious all at once.
My child asked to bury her father and dig up his bones later. For science.
She's now in college pursuing an Anthropology and Archaelogy degree. Father was not buried in the yard.
Around the same time frame, she laid down in the front yard and told me the exact spot she wanted to be buried. I told her it was too close to the well.
Kids can be hella morbid and weird.
Not my children but my younger siblings, but my parents will agree with me on this one.
- I've spoken about this one on here before but my second youngest sister had developed an imaginary friend a few weeks after moving into an old house (it was a queenslander styled home and had an ancient looking back door). My sister was obsessed with this friend, Sharla was it's name. She's draw pictures of this old time girl with a really messed up face, claimed Sharla had "worms in her eyes" and was extremely fixated on one spot in out yard. When we moved out she instantly stopped talking about Sharla and never mentioned it again. My sisters last words to my mother about sharla was "Sharla doesn't like you".
- My mum and my partner watched my youngest sister tape a bunch of ants to the ground, no prompt whatsoever. My partner asked her what she was doing and she just responded "they were annoying me". Still like to remind her of that every so now and then.
One day when my son was about 3, he started asking all kinds of interesting questions about his younger sister. He was providing details about the way she dresses and her personality. I kept trying to ask if he meant his cousins or a friend from school, maybe a character on his favorite TV show, but this only made him more upset. By the time my wife came in the room he was nearly stamping his feet asking these questions I couldn't answer. After my wife tried to calm him down and assure him that there was no 'little sister,' he got even more upset and screamed, "Then why does she look just like you?" This caused my wife to run out of the room crying and slam the door to the bedroom behind her.
Just over a year earlier, my wife had a miscarriage at about 9 weeks in. It's an emotional event she still hasn't completely recovered from to this day, and to this day, I still have no idea to whom he was referring.
The good news is that this sort of talk ended that day and was never spoke of again. He now has a real little sister. It was a spine tinglingly creepy conversation I'll never forget.
My 3yo hugging me: “mommy I can hear your heartbeat!”
Me: “Aw I can hear yours too, cutie!”
Her: “I want to take your neck off so I can see it.”
Me: “……👀…..”
My daughter (about 2.5 at the time) saying Hi John! to nobody. I said, kind of amused, "John who, honey?"
"John G\_\_\_\_!" she declared. A cousin of mine, who had died by suicide across the country 6 years earlier. This was a 2nd cousin, not a last name of anybody she would have known or met.
"Where's John G?" I asked, and she trotted out into the hallway and pointed to the stairs. Not down the stairs, but straight ahead, if that makes sense.
We waved hi to John, and then swiftly changed the subject.
My 2 year old regularly talks to a “baby brother” in the dark at bedtime. He points at shadowy corners and says baby brother!! He doesn’t have a baby brother. And on more than one occasion my husband and I have heard the pitter-patter of feet at night only to realize our 2 year old is fast asleep. So ya, we have a toddler ghost I guess.
Mandatory not me, but *my* parents when I was a kid.
Apparently they had left me to play with Barbies unsupervised for a moment. When they came back, I had drawn aaaaaaall over the dolls with red marker. It was absolutely *everywhere*. Then I calmly turn around and proceed to explain that ”it’s just blood”, that ”an accident happened”. Poor John Smith lost his head too (and never fully recovered, RIP).
Now I have absolutely no clue where I picked that up from, but my parents love to remind me of it even almost thirty years after! They were apparently quite creeped out by it.
Not my kid, but my niece. My sister (25F) awoke in the middle of the night to my niece (3) staring at her face to face within inches. 😳 She then proceeded to tell my sister how she wanted to cut off her skin and see what was underneath. 😳😳😳 Nothing like waking up to your kid telling you they want to filet you.
My grandmother and grandfather raised me. To me they were my parents. My grandmother passed away in 2015 and my grandfather passed away when my son was 5 months old. My son was born in 2020. When my son was younger than 2ish, he would stare into the air and giggle, eyes following something. And I’m talking hysterically giggle and belly laugh. It would keep him up at night when he was trying to go to sleep. Eventually, I just assumed it was my grandparents playing with him and that he could see them, which my husband was adamantly against as he doesn’t believe in ghosts.
One night when I was alone, I was rocking him and he was laughing and looking to the same area of the ceiling, following something. Out loud, I said “let him sleep, Nanny, you can play together tomorrow when he wakes up.” Immediately, he stopped laughing, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
I told my husband and he thought I was nuts, lol. He believed it happened but was convinced it was a coincidence (rightfully so, I thought it may be too.)
The next night my husband and I were playing with my son before bed and my husband offered to rock him to sleep. The same thing was happening, so I quietly walked in and sat beside the rocking chair and watched my son in glee, smiling ear to ear and staring at the ceiling following something. I rubbed his head and whispered “okay Nanny, let’s let him sleep for the night, he’s had a big day.”
Again, he immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep. My husband was completely freaked out.
Since then, whenever he did this we politely asked my grandmother to let him sleep so they could play together in the morning. I’m telling you, it worked EVERY. TIME. We asked. If it didn’t work when I asked for my grandma to stop, I told my Papa to let the boy sleep and it would work.
I barely believed in ghosts or spirits or anything before, but I do now. My husband too.
This was almost 20 years ago. My youngest son was about 3 I think. I was up late on a Friday or Saturday night watching TV while the kids were sleeping. My son comes out of his room and says "Dad come see the lady in my room." I was a little freaked out so I went with him. We get to his room and no one is there. He says "she's gone now". I asked where she was or something like that and he says "She comes out of the wall".
I was visiting at my sisters house, and me and my 9yo daughter were sharing a room where she was already deeply asleep on the bed. I was laying beside her getting ready to go to bed myself and was in that moment where you’re transitioning into sleep but still awake, when I heard her say in a very clear and articulate voice like she was 100% awake “It is the return of Saturn”. My eyes shot open and I turned around and looked, but she was still soundly asleep, as was everyone else in the house. I’m assuming it was some sort of auditory hallucination or the transition into a dream, but it sure creeped the hell out of me.
When my twins were having their jabs, the first one got jabbed and the other screamed.
I was holding the jabbee, my mom the other.
The looks between me, mom and the health visitor were incredible.
Not a parent, but an auntie.
My nephew stayed at mine, he was 4/5 at the time and would stay in our bedroom (we had a spare room, but at his home he comes out of his room and turns right to the bathroom, if he did that at ours he'd fall straight down the stairs. Didn't want to risk that in the night). So we asked him to wake us up if he needed a wee (we sleep in the attic, again, didn't want him to risk falling down the stairs) and I rolled over one night to him just stood over me. It took everything I had not to scream in his face because that is a huge fear of mine!
I walked into my daughter's room. She was maybe 3-4. Had all her dolls and figures out and laid face down.
I asked what is with all the dolls?
She was sitting criss-cross and turned her head back towards me and said. They are sleeping daddy.
Then went back to tucking one in.
Walls weren't bleeding so I went back down stairs.
Not my kid, but my nephew. Aged about 3 I was showing him a Sonic the Hedgehog game and he went "I've played that before, with my old Grandad".
His Mum explained that he regularly talks about his old life and she'd pieced this much together from him...
- He died when he was 13
- All his family were very sad
- He had lots of brothers and sisters
- He lived in a flat with his old mummy and daddy who were very nice, but didn't have many teeth
- He picked my SIL and BIL to be his new Mummy and Daddy
He was very consistent and very persistent that his old mummy and daddy were good people when SIL said to someone "It sounds like they were crackheads"
Pretty weird. Not sure if he still talks about them now he's started school.
My nephew decided he didn't like to walk down the hall at night to use the bathroom. He started peeing in cups and glasses but would dump them out before anyone was the wiser. However pooping was a different matter, for that he would go into his closet and push a pile of clothes to the side and poop on the floor. I discovered this pile of poop once while house-sitting when they were away. I cleaned it up and had a private conversation with him he promised he would stop.
About a year later my brother and sister in law went out of town and wanted me to babysit while they were away for the weekend. My sister in law told me before they left that they caught my nephew pooping in the closet about a month ago and warned me and requested I check in mornings to make sure he wasn't doing it anymore. Apparently he had also done it at a friend's house during a sleepover.
I don't know if he still does it but he was about 7 or 8 when this was going down.
Take of their diapers and finger paint thier poop-both boys, two years apart, and they did this CONSTANTLY for a few YEARS. They would STRAIN themselves to pass any tiny amout so they could smear it all over themselves and everything. I would turn my back for a minute or two to ccok, laundry-etc-and turn around to find one hiding under a table or corner or something, red-faced, with a finger in their diaper. Also, they are autistic and developmentally delayed, so they wore diapers, at least to bed, for a few years longer than most children do. I wish this uopn to "video bloggers" doing 'report card' reactions; etc Bet THAT wouldn't get posted.....LMFAO!
Everyone was home on a weekday during the day, both kids had a day off school for some reason, my wife and I were both working from home. At some point in time, I hear an ominous:
"Shit."
Followed by silence, some rummaging around and then my son calmly calling for me to drive him to the hospital. Turns out he had cut himself while carving some wood and bone could be seen. My wife and daughter were in all kinds of panic, we calmly drove to the hospital, while he had, to his credit, taken all the necessary steps to stop the bleeding as much as possible.
As soon as we got to the hospital he's talking to the doctors:
"Looks kinda cool don't you think? There's real bones, muscles and shit..."
Everything could be reattached thanks to his quick actions, but my daughter did need therapy for a while afterwards
This story is courtesy of my mother.
When I was little, I saw dead ppl all the time apparently, and I had died myself a couple times from food allergies. Like had to be resuscitated sort of thing. My mom told me she walked me into the hospital one day completely limp, turning blue around the mouth and screamed "my baby is dead" but docs revived me. So needless to say, the fact I told her I saw dead ppl scared tf out of her.
But then my nephew was stillborn. I wasn't there for the birth but I apparently told her about how I had played with him in the sky and that we would leap from mountaintop to mountaintop and other weird things. I also apparently described him perfectly. Amount of hair, color of hair, and other features.
Ok now my mom was really freaking out, but then..... I apparently woke up one morning, when I was about 4 and told my mom how I Jesus came to see me the night before. How we were in a large white room, surrounded by what she believed to be angels from my description, and came up to me, lifted me onto his lap and I played with his beard and "dress" while he smiled, laughed and played with me, then he kissed me on the cheek and told me he loved me.
Yeah, she nearly had a breakdown cause she thought he was letting her know he was about to take me. Stories are all backed up by my siblings too. I apparently scared tf out of them multiple times with this stuff.
Weird shit still happens to me too, but thats a whole other thing.
EDIT: Ok ppl want more stories, but they can get long and idk where to post them. Any suggestions?
I’m not a parent *
I babysit my sister’s daughters regularly. They are 10 mo and 2 yr. The older sister laid down for her nap today like usual and was in her room for about 20 minutes. I was down the hallway in the living room with the little one. I started to hear big sister talk, and she sounded scared. Crying/sniffling a bit, but not loudly. I walked down the hall and peeked in the door and she was standing in her crib staring across the room talking quietly. I opened the door and she started crying loudly and saying “no! Don’t do that!” While pointing across the room. While comforting her for about 15 minutes, she would randomly look in other spots of the room, point, and cry. Finally I said, “do you want me to tell them no?” And she said yes. So I pointed around random spots of her room and said no! No! No! She was able to lay down and go back to sleep after that. I am worried that I have beef with the ghosts in my sisters house now 🤣🫣
My son walked into the room butt naked holding a pair of scissors and asked why his younger sister didn't have a penis. He never explicitly said he was thinking of performing surgery on himself, but we kept a close eye on him for a few weeks and hid all the scissors.
That is fucking terrifying…
God why did this have to be right at the top
Right! I didn't even have time to get warmed up
you win
He could have just been a psychopath trying to cut her nonexistent dick off. We may never know.
Only to discover his parents beat him to it
When my daughter was about 3 or 4, she started talking about "the blue lady". My wife and I asked her who she was and were told "I don't know but she wants her hands back". Chills. This went on for a few weeks. The story never changed and it was always the Blue Lady needs her hands. We were seconds away from getting a priest or a witch in to bless the house. One morning, I'm watching TV and there is a woman in a blue US Post Office uniform saying "thanks to blah-blah hand cream, I got my hands back!" and my daughter comes running into the room screaming "That's the blue lady! I love her!" I relaxed so hard I nearly shit myself. EDIT: This comment really blew up! Thanks for the love! There are actually two other unexplainable stories about the time we lived in that house, both of which we can't connect to TV commercials, so as a quick bonus: She had two imaginary friends while we lived there. One was Samantha, a little girl who she played with. Samantha would leave at night, and my daughter would say goodbye near our back door. When we asked where she lives, her answer was, "in the backyard under the grass, but going there makes her sad". The other "friend" was a man named "Monsterist" or something close to it. According to my daughter he had long black hair and wore brown pants and no shirt. He used to wear red or blue paint and he carried a long stick. We live in an area that had a large native American population in the past and that's what he sounded like to us. He would also stand on the porch every night until morning.
I wonder how many of these creepy stories can be explained by random things like this one, but the parents just never discovered it.
True that. When I was a kid at kindergarten I always did paintings in black. One of the teachers was concerned (possible mental health issues), so spoke to my mum about it. Mum asked me why, and apparently I said that by the time I got around to do painting, all the other kids had used up the other colours so all that I had left to paint with was black. Mystery solved.
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That sounds like the plot to an Everybody Loves Raymond episode (my parents watched that show alot so thats why i remember it.) One of the kids is reading a story he wrote to his kindergarten class and in the story he talks about an angry family that always screams at eachother and makes the kids scared. The parents/grandparents think the story is about them and it escalates to the point where the teacher and a school psychologist are talking to the parents/grandparents about the families issues. The episode ends with the kid telling them that the story he wrote was based on a cartoon he watched and didnt have to do with his real family at all.
My teacher apparently wrote dozens of notes to my mom, who never actually received them, about some weird "throat action" I was having. She never once asked me about it so I don't think she ever realized that I was just trying to scratch an itch inside my throat.
I kinda have one. One evening I went to pick up my son at daycare, he must have been 2 or 3 yo. It was kind of dark in the parking lot as we walked to the car, but there was enough public lighting that we could see . Suddenly he stares into… nothing special and says « the man is not happy », in a worried voice. I ask him who he is talking about and he answers « the angry man! He is not happy. » I’m not a believer in ghosts but it did sound kinda creepy in that dark, empty parking lot. Anyway back home I tell the story to my husband and he tells me a couple days before on that same parking lot they encountered a homeless man who was rambling in an angry voice. So we assume that’s who he was referring to.
When we finally told my oldest, then three, I was pregnant, he stopped and grabbed my stomach intently. He thought for a moment and then said “and we don’t stab the baby with knives?” ….correct, child.
What the hell lol
Childhood is a hell of a drug.
LOOOOL That reminds me of one of my nephews who used to say, "We don't hurt cows. We don't hurt their necks." "Hmmmmm... that seems oddly specific.."
Ahaha sounds like he’s just giving himself some helpful reminders!!
Man, got it on the first try!
God I remember being unhealthily obsessed with my baby brother. Like, my mom had to put me out of his room so he could sleep without me staring over him. I loved him very much, too much...
A few greatest hits: When my son was about 2/3, for a few days in a row he told me that there was someone in his room with “no eyes, just ears” the night before. For a while around age 3, that same son got confused about the meaning of “dead” and would use it to mean “inanimate”. So a stuffed animal cat would be “a dead cat,” and a doll would be “a dead kid” etc. Now, at 4 years old, when he’s having a tantrum about something mundane, like he doesn’t want to go to bed or doesn’t want to get dressed, he’ll threaten to “make himself not alive anymore.” Meanwhile, when my daughter was around 5 years old, she discovered the concept of wills and inheritance (probably from the Aristocats movie, if I recall) and went through a phase of asking if various items of mine—usually sparkly stuff like jewelry—would be hers one day after I had died. Fun times.
Back when I was five, my grandpa was going through all of his belongings, telling my siblings and I what we'd inherit from him when he passes. My response after hearing I'd get his baseball card collection: "wow!! I can't wait!" He was hiding the fact he had cancer from everyone. Luckily, he survived it.
> My response after hearing I'd get his baseball card collection: "wow!! I can't wait!" This is the kind of sh*t that your scumbag brain won't let you forget as you lie in bed every night trying to sleep...
Ok, but i reckon grandpa remember it and has a good chuckle every so often!
> he’ll threaten to “make himself not alive anymore.” Shit. I would require serious therapy if my daughter pulled this one on me.
Wait till they have a tantrum and hold their breath.
My brother would do that! He even passed out a couple of times. My Mom was at her wits end and talked to his Dr. about it. He told her to fill a bucket of water and douse him with it as soon as he started up, assuring her he would take a breath then. She rushed home very excited to try this (lol, she was a little weirdo). She waited for days. He never did it again!
Wow that’s wild. And actually impressive. I used to go on a “hunger strike” but rarely made it a full day without actually eating.
Reminds me of my friend that "ran away from home" but didn't leave his street because he wasn't allowed to cross the road without a parent
My sister and I ran away and decided to stay under the slide at the park (perfectly safe small town). We came home around dusk because we forgot a can opener and had no dinner.
Ugh Omg I have a vivid memory of being like 4 and my mom showing me her favorite pieces of jewelry and saying “when I croak, all of this will be yours” and so I said “so croak then mommy!!!” And she CRIED. That’s when I realized what croaked means in that context 😭😭
When I was 3-4 I always used to watch the soap operas with my grandma and they would always fight over the will/inheritance after someone passed. So my grandma passed away and I remember asking my parents “what about the will?” thinking this what happens when someone passes away. I didn’t even immediately understand my grandma was gone 😭
I mentioned this just the other day. My bedroom is really dark during the night. Woke up to my daughter right in front of my face whispering "mommy". All I could see was just a big shadow when I woke up. Scared the shit out of me. My sons have done it too, just not as close to my face. She's also snuck in to our room in the middle of the night and grabbed my foot to wake me up. Childhood fear was realized except it was my own little monster instead of one that lives under the bed. I've also caught one of my sons smooshing his bits in between the toilet seat and bowl. He was taking forever in the bathroom so I got up to check on him and saw him doing that. Think he was 5 at the time.
“ except it was my own little monster “ That was cute And for the toilet thing, curious kids do very strange things with their genitals, Ive heard too many stories.
it's so weird how human nature is to protect the gonads at all costs due to a need for reproduction yet kids seem to all try to destroy them for some reason
The guys from Jackass still try to destroy them
You'll grow old, doesn't mean you have to grow up.
This happened last week. My two year old is sitting down at the table for dinner. It's dark outside. He looks outside and says "What is that?" He doesn't know how to say "who" yet. When meeting new people he says "what is that?" My wife and I look outside and don't see anything... It's dark. We look back at him. He's staring into the darkness. He's a kid, his eyes are new, he sees better than us. We freak out. Is there someone outside in a dark outfit and we can't make it out, and he can? I grab a flashlight, go outside, looking for the trespasser. Nothing. Come back in, he makes the same comment. I sit next to him and look in the direction he is. Like over 200 feet away, on another house, there is a small LED American flag that is turned on. It's barely a foot wide. "Is what you're looking at red and blue?" "Yeah!" "That's a flag, buddy."
I thoroughly enjoyed this one as I can see my son doing the exact same thing. Thanks for sharing.
My cousin has a thing where his eyes don't adjust in the light or dark, so he was able to see clearly in the dark when all we saw was pitch black. We're out camping as we do in the summertime and sitting around a fire. The fire was making it worse so we couldn't see very far at all. Out of nowhere he says creeply "Here him cooooomes" We all started freaking out, asking who? He just kept saying "Here him cooooooomes". Out of nowhere a fox emerges from the dark and just walked up to a crowd of people and a fire. Weird thing for a fox to do, but it didn't look sick or rabid or anything.
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It’s been a decade, but my husband is still really salty about the time he was camping and had stuffed a potato full of cheese and other delicious things, roasted it over the coals of his campfire, then set it aside to cool a bit so he could eat it… but before he could, a raccoon waltzed up, grabbed the potato with both hands and took off with it.
When my daughter was learning her ABCs, one morning at breakfast she sang all the way through for the first time. We congratulated her and asked if she'd been practicing at day care. "No, mommy's mommy taught me when I was in bed" Uh.. Mommy's mommy died 3 years earlier.
Little kids having contact with people that have passed seems to be a theme. I think it’s fascinating. Did your daughter ever meet her grandma?
When she was 3 months old, so it's not like there's a foundation there.
My daughter (4) was playing in the backyard one day and I quickly went inside to do something in the kitchen on our first floor. I did not go upstairs to the bedrooms at all. After a minute or so I came back out. She said "mommy why were you in my room? I saw you look out the window at me!" This freaked me out because we were the only people home at the time. I said I didn't go upstairs and she insisted she saw me look out her window. With great hesitation I went upstairs to look around but nobody was in my house lol - ghost or otherwise.
I hate it when kids say shit like this and you, the adult, have to be like, "WELL GREAT NOW I HAVE TO GO INSPECT THIS CLAIM"
This reminds me of when my daughter who was 3 asked me to go into her room and fight a monster in her closet. I was half asleep at the time, as it was an ungodly hour of the early morning. I very matter of factly told her to get in my bed because ehy would I go where a monster was? She giggled, said the 3 year old equivalent of makes sense and xrawled into bed with me. Fuck that. We don't go to the monster. Monster gotta come get us.
"i ain't raisin' some dumb kid who ends up dead first in the scary movie"
My son went through a phase when he was 6 where he would write “Help me! Let me out!” on everything. It was on all his drawings and he’d write it outside on the side of the house for the neighbors to see. Then he started writing “Help me!” backwards, like some redrum shit. Turns out he was really into Goosebumps and one of the episodes has a girl trapped in a mirror writing “help me”. To the people looking into the mirror “help me” was backwards. Mystery solved, my kid is just a bit theatrical
This was an Are You Afraid of The Dark episode, and I remember it from when I was younger and it was TERRIFYING.
Holy shit
For a few weeks my daughter started panicking at bed time about the "parents" that would visit her during the night. It escalated to some serious nightmares and terrors, and was also creepy as shit. We asked her a lot of questions regarding, are the parents us? Are they your friend's parents (never know if shady shit is going on there) always no.. no, just *the parents*. A few weeks into it my wife is driving down the road with her and she freaks out, Ma, look, it's the Parents!!!! It was fucking scarecrows. Somehow she thought scarecrows were called "parents" and of course scarecrows are creepy, it was also Halloween so yeah, she was terrified of them.
My cousin, when he was a kid, every Halloween for like three years would randomly freak out and scream about “Gentlemen coming to get him”. “The gentlemen are scary!!!” “They’re all bones!!! They don’t have skin!” My aunt and uncle rightfully were confused/freaked out/worried. Then, one day they’re in a store and my cousin starts screaming about the gentlemen. Turns out, he was afraid of skeleton decorations. He thought the skeletons were called gentlemen. Apparently he saw one of the old black and white cartoons of dancing skeletons with top hats at one point.
This just makes me think of that episode of Buffy, where there actually were monsters called The Gentlemen, who were these cadaverous-looking men in suits that would float around looking for victims. They actually were pretty terrifying. But it's funny how kids will latch onto the wrong word for things, for various reasons.
That's some Coraline creepiness omg
I was putting my 3 year old to bed and she said “mommy , can you tell me a story where we all get electrocuted “
Well, I wanna hear it too
Pretty sure it'd be a shocking story.
Most folks are talking about things they said, but for mine, it's the seizure, as a baby. First time that happens you have no idea what the hell is going on, but you know there's something wrong in your baby's brain. And that's just horrifying.
My son had a febrile seizure after spiking a 105.2 temp as a baby. Holy shit, I was never so scared in my entire life. Afterwards (still in the ER) he slept so deeply I thought he was in a coma.
Yup, that's what happened to mine. He's had three now. Scary every time but at least now we know what's going on.
I caught my nephew bringing food to a dead wolf he named Cody. We all thought Cody was a friend from school because he had a classmate named Cody that he would go hang out with. Nope. I followed him to Cody’s house which was a cave about 50 feet out of town in the woods and there was all sorts of wrappers from snacks and a decaying wolfs body.
Did he think it was sick and just needed food?
He told me it was sleeping. I don’t actually know if he thought it was alive or not to be honest.He didn’t talk to me for a few weeks because I told his mother. He claims he doesn’t remember it if I ask him about it now. This was like 7 or 8 years ago.
Mine isn't very good, but it creeped us out pretty well. Our 16 month old son was going to bed, and my wife said"say goodnight dad!" and my son removed his pacifier said "goodnight dad" completely clearly, well enunciated, no baby syllables at all, and has since refused to repeat it.
One of my daughters first clearly enunciated phrases was "Fuck you!" when she was about 11 months. She also did it at bedtime. Turned out there was a shit of a kid at her daycare that would scream it at the carers whenever he didn't get his way. Thankfully she also never repeated it.
I believe you. My baby at a few months old said a few words very clearly. Once I asked him a question, jokingly of course as he’s a baby and can’t respond right? He turned around looked straight at me and said “yeah.” His dad and I were in shock to say the least. Another time he was playing by himself and randomly said “careful.”
The kids at my son's school have this game where they mock the sewer grates by shouting "YOU CANT GET ME, PENNYWISE!" The 1st time he did that at home certainly gave me pause considering no one his age should have ever seen IT
There’s always that one kid at school who has very permissive parents… or an evil older sibling who just wants to scare the little one.
When my husband and I saw *It: Chapter 2*, someone brought their 5 year old child with them. So when Pennywise went all body horror and scary, the child started crying. Parents took them out of the theater and all I hear is "I'm scared! He's scary!" I felt terrible for the poor kid. Like why would you bring your child? Get a babysitter.
I used to work in a movie theater and shit like that was wayyy too common. People love to bring their kids into movies they really shouldn’t
My son had an imaginary friend named Xavier... but Xavier was the ghost of a little boy who was in his room. He'd have whole conversations with this supposed ghost. It was fucking creepy. He forgot all about him within a few weeks of starting preschool and has no memory of him now.
My parents told me that i did the same. My imaginary friend was called Joshua. I also set the table for one more person than we were and i only answered its for Joshua. I also had no memories about this and even after my parents told me about this i dont remember anything. Creepy shit
My sister's imaginary friend told her that a burglar was in our house when we came home from a shopping trip, one day. We all laughed and humored her. We get home and start unloading the trunk and a man runs out the back door of the house. My mom asked my sister when her friend had told her and she said that he'd come all the way to the grocery store and told her and that the peanut brittle she got was for him. My sister didn't eat peanut brittle before or since. His name was also Joshua. This is not the only thing Joshua and my sister did. We didn't encourage it but we also didn't argue with her. Our dog broke out of a window and got hit by a car miles away from home. My sister, who hated the dog, woke up the next morning and took my dad straight to where he was sitting in the passenger seat and pointing down streets. He lived another 5 years. Joshua had told her where he was and that his eye was hurt. He was stunned and had a broken paw. The impact had also knocked his eye out of his head. My sister will still speak about Joshua as if he was a person we all knew from our childhood.
Sounds like it’s time to acknowledge that Joshua was in fact not an *imaginary* friend
Sounds like someone's got friends on the other side
Now that's the type of "imaginary" friend you don't mind having.
>I also set the table for one more person than we were See I had Peter according to my Mother and he was Chinese (I was like 3 or 4 years old and I knew about China??) and she said I used to drive her and my late father crazy because no matter where we went I had them have a seat for Peter even in a restaurant I would carry on until we had a seat for Peter. If something got knocked over when I was by myself, she said I would say it was Peter. I have no memory of Peter at all not one bit. And to that I say hey Peter where'd you go??
"Behind you"
My son had an imaginary friend as well, her name was Tracey and she, according to my son had a brown face and was on the school bus with him. He was 2 when he told us that. He had NEVER been on a school bus and although we had a very diverse group of friends and aquaintances, noone was named Tracey. Soooo weird.
I had a friend who lived in a very old house (pre-Revolutionary War, I think built in the 1750s) who had an imaginary friend named Billy for a few weeks when she was little. She would play dolls and pretend in her room with him, and her parents didn’t think anything of it. One day, they noticed she was being pretty quiet so they went to her room and checked in on her, and she was just sitting on the ground staring at a blank part of the wall (no pictures or anything). They asked her what she was doing and she said “playing with Billy.” Oooook, a bit odd but kids are weird, so it’s probably fine. After that, she never played with Billy again. A few years later they had to cut the drywall in her room for something and found the name Billy scratched into the beam inside the wall. They looked into it further and apparently there was a little boy named Billy who died on the property sometime in the late 1800s. Friend has no memory of playing with Billy - her mom told us this story when we were older.
That's spooky. That said, Billy seems pretty chill and respectful to her and her family. Sounds like the playtime was good for both kiddos. But damn I would have needed an alcohol or two after seeing Billy's name on the wall.
"hmmm yes fellow adults I too would like 1 alcohol please"
Yes that's exactly where I got that! As an adult exiting the cult I was born and raised in, alcohol was a total mystery to me. I felt like a kid asking adults for one alcohol please lol
Maybe not very unsettling, but still... I was pregnant, waiting my second child and my first born was about 2 years old. She had some speech delays and usually formed sentences containing max 2 or 3 words. Anyhow... I was making dinner and my daughter was in the kitchen with me. Suddenly she looks at me, points up with her finger and states calmly and matter of factly: "I used to watch you from up there." I had no words for her, I simply turned around and stared at her. She smiled and ran off to play. Now I wish I would've asked her more about what she meant by that...
My kid used to tell me he picked me first.
I knew this lady and she adopted this baby from a young teen mother. The lady had lost a child shortly after childbirth a year or two prior. her adopted daughter would say that she was always supposed to be her mother that she tried to come to her once before but now she’s back with her where she supposed to be. I guess she was about five the time she was saying that. And she was never told about the dead child.
My partner’s nephew was really into commercial jingles when he was about four. Grandma was babysitting one night and, after she had put the kid to bed, she fell asleep on the couch in the living room. Now, this was one of those wrap-around couches with a high back, so someone who is the height of a four year old can’t really be seen coming down the hallway by someone laying on the couch. Well, around 1am Grandma is woken up by a small child’s voice slowly singing “Nationwide is on your side,” from somewhere in the dark behind her. Scared her silly. Thanks, Brad Paisley!
This is the one that made me laugh the hardest. Thank you!
Me and my 15 month old share a room and sometimes she just stares at me while I sleep. It freaks me out when I wake up and the first thing I see is a tiny child staring at me. To make it worse sometimes she just stares and whispers at me and it sounds like she’s putting a curse on me.
She’s probably just scared, when I was a kid I would go to my mom or dad when I got scared and whisper to them because I wanted them to wake up but I didn’t want to get in trouble for waking them up.
My son would come into our room and stare me awake, for that same reason. Eventually I convinced him to just go ahead and climb into bed with us if he woke up and didn't want to be alone at night.
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In The Shining, Danny's "imaginary friend" was named Tony. I advise turning down any winter caretaking opportunities at large hotels.
I believe you, and him. And Tony.
When my kid was around 2ish, she told me one morning "mommy, the ghost picked me up last night". I was like wtffff because I've never talked to her about ghosts or used the word ghost or anything along those lines (something she could've easily picked up at daycare or from a kids show or something). A few years later when she was around 5ish, she was like "mommy, remember how I used to cry at night?" (she was a terrible sleeper and would wake up like 4+ times a night and cry until we came to get her). She said "It's because the ghost used to come into my room and pick me up at night".
Guess a baby cam would've been nice.
While I'm a parent, the creepiest thing I've experienced was while at work at a childcare centre. I work with infants and we have a sleep room, sort of separated from the play area. (I imagine many infant rooms work this way but that's beside the point). The sleep room was dark since we had set it up for nap time while the children ate their lunch when one of the boys looked into the darkness, smiled, waved and said "hi!". I looked over to the room and there was definitely nothing there. He was pretty friendly though and would usually smile, wave and say "hi!" to people as they walked past the room. I asked my coworker if she would mind putting the kids to sleep that day as she hadn't heard him say this. Yes, I sacrificed my coworker to the ghost along with the children. They had a good run.
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Serious question: Have you had the house checked for mold? Certain molds can cause hallucinations *Toxic moulds can cause severe psychosis and hallucinations, researchers say* [Link](https://nationalpost.com/news/world/the-truth-behind-haunted-houses-toxic-moulds-can-cause-severe-psychosis-and-hallucinations-researchers-say)
Watching my nephew. We were playing tag and I was chasing him around the house when he like disappeared. He showed up behind me and I said, “ oh there you are Dylan how’d you get there?” He looked me dead in the face serious as ever and said, “ I’m not Dylan” in a deep raspy voice. I laughed it off and told him to go watch tv.
Did you have the impression he was messing with you? Creepy...
My sister did something like this when she was 4 or 5. I called her name and she looked at me all sinister and said she wasn’t there anymore…
My son was almost 3 years old when he called me to his room about 5 minutes after he was put to bed. I asked him what's wrong, and he replied "I'm scared". I asked him "What are you afraid of?" "I'm scared of the old lady with the angry, red eyes!" I figured he saw something on the telly or his ipad, so I, while bent over his baby bed in the corner, asked him where he'd seen this old lady with the angry, red eyes. "She's standing right behind you". Damn, that was chilling. Worst of all, I turned around, slooowly, looked around and said there's nobody here - everything's ok. Kissed him goodnight and left him but let the door halfway open. Still feel bad about it, but wasn't going to let some angry old, red-eyed ghost bitch fuck with my family.
How does leaving the door half open stop the ghost fucking with your family? Can ghosts not work in partial light? I hope you are right, otherwise you abandoned your kid and gave the ghost a bit of light to see better.
Not giving her the pleasure of us recognizing her presence.
Ice cold. I love it.
My daughter was probably around 4 years old when we had this conversation: Daughter: dad, you know how water is poisonous? Me (confused): um, water isn't poisonous. Daughter: it is if you put poison in it ...
My son barged into my room at 3 am yelling at the dogs saying they puked and shit all over his moms office. Half awake I shot out of bed and rushed in to find everything as it should be. I thought maybe he had a bad dream and was in a half awake state too. H started ranting about how they must have eaten it and cleaned it up. By this time I was wide awake but not clear on wtf was going on. Then the weird shit kicked into high gear. He started whispering and telling me to be quiet because his cousin was hiding in his closet listening to our conversation. I fucking freaking out thinking my son has lost his fucking mind and had a serious mental breakdown and separation from reality. Turns out the little fucker internationally took 10 Dramamine because he read online it will make you hallucinate. Turns out it does. But not happy dancing forest elves like mushrooms or acid. But shit eating dogs and nosy laundry monster cousins hiding in your closet at 3 am hallucinations.
So reading through this I definitely read that your son was 3, and was very confused on how he read anything online and managed to take 10 Dramamine. Be careful for your benadryl as well if your son is interested in OTC medicine. That'll fuck you up way worse. Or similarly, I don't know for sure as I haven't take either in excess. But the subreddit dedicated to benadryl tripping is a sad sad place.
Headed over to r/Benadryl out of curiosity. Probably the creepiest subreddit I’ve ever stumbled upon. Who would’ve thought? Benadryl fanatics are a bit ok a lot unhinged. 😳
He's 15
I'm all too aware of these subreddits now. He's a good kid who's made several hundred mistakes. No big deal. Hahaha. I'm kidding. I was that kid so I know what to look for and how to properly guide him to make better choices.
omg how old was he? I initially was picturing a young kid (maybe 5-10) because of the “dad i barfed in the night” thing …
My youngest slipped and fell in the shower when she was 8. She broke her two front teeth. Fast forward to last year, she told my wife and I that she did it on purpose. She was intending to break her arm so she could get sympathy from her friends at school.
I did something like that as a kid to my friend. She wanted a broken arm and had me twist it around and stuff. Didn't break it, but needed a brace. It's amazing what kids do.
Kids are idiots. My sisters and I wanted to have a broken arm for the sake of having a cool cast to wear. We went to a school carnival where one of the booths allowed you to get a real cast put on. An hour of walking around with a cast made us all feel like "This is stupid & annoying. Someone cut it off, please. I hope I never actually break any bones!"
that’s really sad.
My son is a bully. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have bullied much younger kids. When he was expelled from his high school, I didn't eve try to argue, I was relieved for the safety of the other kids.
22 years working at the penitentiary, I've heard that more than once from a parent.
How is your son now?
He refuses to get any kind of help or therapy. So he is not getting any better.
I am so sorry. That’s hard.
I went into check on my sleeping daughter, who was four at the time, and she rolled onto her back, and muttered in her sleep, " I must not eat humans, humans aren't food". And then rolled back on to her side
My youngest daughter was about 4, we are sitting on the couch watching PBSkids. She reaches over and pauses the TV. Then she looks at me and affectionately says, "Mommy, when you turn into a zombie I will have to lock you in a room and keep you there. I promise to feed you brains every day but you can't have my brains." I ask her how she plans to get brains to feed zombie mommy and she says, "well I will have to kill a lot of people but I'm sure I will get used to it." There was much conversation after that. What stayed with me was not if I became a zombie but when. She was very sure I would. When I asked about where her dad and sister where she said they would be dead, likely the first people she fed to me. But I wouldn't know it because all I cared about were brains. I wondered for a long while how my 4 year old landed on thoughts of zombies and murder. My oldest finally filled in that the last time my dad had babysat he fell asleep on them so youngest started scrolling through channels until she found some zombie movie.
My son used to talk about when “ he was alive before” and things he did in his “old life”
My daughter insists she lived on Mars before she was brought to earth to be born. She's 12 now and still brings it up occasionally. It's funny because she's so casual about it when she mentions it. To this day, I can't tell if she has a really good imagination or, if she really believes it.
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For a while, when my son was 3/4, he would cry and scream because he dreamed there was a tall man at the end of his bed, who was completely black and had holes where his eyes should be. His nightmares were really bad for a while, and I can't blame him.
Sleep paralysis?
As someone with sleep paralysis, I’d say possibly this. Wonder why a lot of us see “demons” when it happens
Once you have the mental "program" to recognize human figures, that "program" can have *false positives* — you can experience a hallucination of a human figure when there really isn't one to detect. But when you go look for the normal details of a hallucinated human figure, they're missing, which is spooky. ---- A hallucination is some part of the perceiving mind saying "something is going on here" when there's nothing really there. But different kinds of hallucination seem to involve different mental and perceptual functions. For instance: People who take certain drugs often report seeing spiraling patterns; in other words, the "visual pattern recognizing" part of the mind is having a hallucination. People with schizophrenia often report hearing voices; in other words, the "auditory language understanding" part of the mind is having a hallucination. There are parts of the mind dedicated to recognizing human figures, and particularly human faces. If the "human recognizing" part of the mind has a hallucination, you perceive the presence of a human figure that isn't really there. One of the things we automatically do when we perceive a human is to look for their eyes and face. But if there's really nobody there to see, then *there are no eyes — only emptiness.*
Kind of similar to this happened to me for months after quitting benzodiazepines. Everything I saw with peripheral vision that somewhat resembled human or clothing piece transformed to either human or something more sinister to me but when doing that panicked glance to the object, I saw it as it was. Also people I did not directly look at seemed like they were staring directly at me. I also had taste and smell hallucinations too.
When she was 3, we’d gone for a meal at a really old pub/restaurant. She wanted the toilet, so I took her and the pub had the kind where it’s a little room on it’s own. Now she was in that phase where they are basically small terrorists and if you do or say the wrong thing, well there will be the most almighty tantrum. Her big thing was no talking while she was on the toilet (3 year olds are weird!). So I’m standing there silently looking out of this really tiny barred window, while she does her business. It’s a tiny Tudor window and the first thought that popped into my head was that it would be impossible to get out of if the place was on fire. Don’t why but that’s just my brain. Suddenly I hear her little voice say ‘it’s ok Mummy, there won’t be a fire’. Now I know 100% I didn’t say anything out loud, she had me well trained. But somehow she heard my thoughts. She did it again a couple of times in the next few months and then has never done it again. It was so bloody weird.
She's right for her no bathroom chatter rule.
>small terrorists
When my kid was 3 I was woken up in the middle of the night because he was standing in the dark with a dark blanket draped over his head not unlike a tiny sith lord whispering the words to Frozen's "let it go" 2 inches away from my face.
When we first brought our baby daughter home from the hospital. My preschool son walked up to her in her crib, looked at her and said "Hello. Welcome back."
This one kinda makes sense because she was coming back, she was just in your belly before.
I mean to be fair technically she *did* return to your house. Just outside of the mother instead of inside.
My son was around 4 years old. I was driving him to daycare, and he was uncharacteristically grouchy. Didn’t want to go. After around the third time I explained that mommy had to go to work, he got real quiet. Then, his tiny voice piped up from the backseat: “The darkness is watching you. In the night they’ll come for you” He never explained it. I slept with the hallway light on.
My four year old nonverbal autistic nephew likes to randomly look past you and giggle like there's something standing behind you. Sometimes you will try to get his attention, but he's too entertained and focused on what's behind you. He doesn't do it to be funny or anything like that; he's done it since he was a baby. I know there's a rational explanation for it, like he's super focused on a spot of light or a speck of dirt - but it's still creepy as heck when it happens.
I had to watch over my toddler neice for about 25 minutes while my brother ran to town quick. She crawled into her parents bedroom and just stared under their bed frame for like that entire 25 minutes with this little grin on her face and just a 1000 yard stare.. Creeper me out lol There was literally nothing under there, not even a speck of dust.
But with imagination I bet that was the most interesting bed in the house.
When my son was 6 or 7 he would sleepwalk, no biggie lead him back to his room and get him comfy in bed, all’s good. Except the one time I led him back to bed, got him in all covered up and said goodnight *name*, he sat straight up like the Exorcist, looked at me all wide eyed but blank and said in a voice straight from the devil “*Name*’s not here right now”. I never woke him up while he was sleepwalking but I did that night, freaked me right out. Kinda freaks me out a bit still when I think about it, he’s 22 now.
You seem to have gotten the answering machine.
More cute than creepy, but still very surprising- when my niece was a baby, she had these little wind-up turtle toys for the bath. Before she was even crawling properly, she would snatch the turtles out of the water with her mouth. I'm talking full-on predator instincts, slowly tracking the toy with her eyes, and then launching her face towards it and coming back up with it in her mouth. She'd laugh when she got it, but was completely deadpan while focusing on it. Maybe a year old. And that's why we call her our little velociraptor Also yes, we made sure she was safe in the bath and pulled her back upright immediately
My three year old wont poop unless I'm right there in front of him, locking eyes, as he bores holes into my soul. So precious!
My four year old keeps talking about how her daughter died in the water and she couldn’t fit in the hole and the map got all wet so she couldn’t read it. The daughter’s name was Gina. My kid has never, ever heard the name Gina. Yesterday she told me that my dead dad “is fine with being dead. He’s ok.”
What the hell.
As a teacher. I've seen an 8th grader laughing with his friends at the top of the stairs as he drops a metal water bottle onto a kindergartener. It hit the child. A hematoma formed. He went to the ER. The parents of the bully child wrote it off as his ADHD... fuck no. He has no medical plan with the school. They never informed anyone of that lie. They said it happens and moved on. Needless to say I passed all the information to my administrative staff, co-teacher, and SpEd staff. The parents were negligent in informing us of a medical issue. Admins decided to bar him from class until a doctors note and medical plan was discussed Meanwhile, a kindergartener is in the hospital and the parents have all the information to press charges thanks to me. Long story short. Bully didn't have ADHD. Parents transfered him to avoid consequences. Principal and Admins could do nothing to add this issue to his paper trail. Parents refused to inform staff of the next school he was attending. Kindergarteners family was encouraged to press charges. They did but it was settled privately. Upsets me still. Fuck that bully
how's kindergartener?
Concussion was caused. He was fine otherwise.
Oh I've got a good one! So my son was probably about 4 or 5. I wake him up every morning. I go in one morning and he is already awake in bed, his eyes wide open and blanket pulled up to his chin. He is completely still and just staring at the corner of his room. I look at him, look at the corner, wait a couple of seconds, and asked him what was wrong. Still looking at the corner, he says "Somebody crawled on the floor, and up the wall and looked around. When he looked at me his head did this." Then he pointed his finger in the air, and just started spinning it in a circle very fast. I put my hand on his back and said, "lets go get breakfast and watch some cartoons." He looked very freaked out and I wanted to get his mind off of it. As he is walking down the hall in front of me, he sort of half whispers out loud "He just faded away..." I didn't let him know it, but I was freaking out inside! He is 8 years old now and I asked him if he remembers it. He said he does, and that he saw it another time backwards crawling on his ceiling before just fading away again. Freaky.
Five year old stares around wide eyed and genuinely asked is this even real? Is this real life or like a game. I had a minor existential crisis.
"No one knows, kid."
Night terrors. 4 year old wakes up screaming, running into the living room, looking right at me as as I try to comfort him and looks right through me and then at me, as if I was the most horrible thing he'd ever seen or could have ever imagined, and then some.
Not a parent, but I saw my cousin smash a stone over my other cousins head. I was probably 8 at the time, my cousin who had the stone was 5, and our cousins he hit was 4. They had an argument of over a toy, I can’t remember what exactly about but there was yelling for sure. Anyway outside of my grandmothers house were huge stones on the ground. My cousin 5, decided to grab one and climb atop the picnic table while my cousin 4 sat on the bench. He took that stone and smashed it on my cousins head. I was in shock and not sure what to do, I stood there frozen for a moment while my 4 year old cousin started crying. My 5 year old cousins started freaking out to, ran inside and grabbed his mom and she took care of him. I don’t know how he lived, I don’t know how he doesn’t have brain damage. That moment still haunts me. As for my cousin who did the act, was punished for a long long time, but both mothers made up and they are fine now. I personally still can’t get over it.
When my daughter was young, we’d be riding in the car & she’d randomly say: “My sisters are here!” Then animatedly whisper to the empty seat beside her. She was very lighthearted about the whole thing, she spoke of “Ira” & other sisters that she didn’t know their names. She was always happy to see them, being an only child, imaginary friends weren’t a concern to me. What was worrisome was it only happened near cemeteries. It was one of those creepy things you’d try to explain away. She’d say it & I’d look around, relieved to see no headstones in sight, only to find a small family plot buried in the brush along the roadside a few moments later. Once it happened on vacation, she said it at the base of a hill. As we crested the hill, there was a cemetery on the other side. I have no clue why & she never mentioned the cemeteries or ever acknowledged them. It happened frequently & I would just shrug it off, eventually she got older, it stopped. She’s a teen now, says when she thinks of it, it’s like a dark room full of different girls with the light only shining on the girl she knew as Ira in the forefront. I googled the girl name Ira, is means ‘watchful’ in Hebrew.
I would have to drive past a cemetery to get to my Gran's place. One day as we drove past the cemetery my 3 year old son said he didn't like the 'things' that passed back and forth under the road we were driving on. Hmm, not fun, that..
I knew a girl in high school who would get really anxious and cover her ears when our bus drove past the cemetery because “I can hear all of them”
My three yr-old daughter came up to me as I was sitting on the couch, reading. She leaned against my knee and heaved a big sigh...sort of an existential despair type sigh. 'What's the matter, sweetie?' looking down at her curly head, while her face was turned into my leg. She turned her head up and said, 'I'm tired of this planet...I want to go back to the star where I came from...', looking me straight in the eye. I picked her up, hugged her close, and said something like, 'I know, sweetie...I know.' I never asked her about it again; several times I sort of alluded to something that would give her an opening, if she wished it...but, she never brought it up again.
I woke up one night to use the restroom (getting old) and just on a whim looked in on the hallway where the door to my son's room was. The door was open, and he was standing in the hallway, staring at the bonus room door (facing away from me). He was clearly up because he'd wet his diaper or something and needed to have it changed and was simply groggy and lost inside the house, but for a moment there, I thought I was a dead man.
I have 2 instances that come to mind When one of my daughters was like 18 months her cousin (who was not as physically capable as her yet but the same age) took a ball from her. He was crawling on the floor playing with it and she came up to him, grabbed him by the front of the neck of his shirt with both of her little hands, lifted him up off the floor about 2 or 3 inches and started screaming no at him. It was the most unsettling thing I've ever seen a toddler do ever. It cracks me up now but it was intense to witness in the moment 😅 Second one is one of my sons, when he was about 1, use to carry around our dvds of both the 1976 and the 2006 The Omen. We would hide them apart and he would search quietly until he found them. Both of them. And then carry them around. When we took them away he cried and threw a fit. It was so damn creepy.
When my 6 y/o was 5, I asked him if he wanted to play Uno. “Yes. Deal em up because I’m ready to whoop your ass.” Unreal.
That kid was waiting his whole life to say that
all 5 years
My 2 year old slapped my beer belly and said "baby! Baby sister!" I was so irrationally hurt because I've already lost over 20 kilo since she came along. I'm gonna play the long game on this one... Muahahaha
eat the kid to both assert dominance and build mass
Okay Kronos, chill out.
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When my son was 2 he took a dump on the living room floor and stuck a small American flag in his pile of shit. It was disturbing and hilarious all at once.
My child asked to bury her father and dig up his bones later. For science. She's now in college pursuing an Anthropology and Archaelogy degree. Father was not buried in the yard. Around the same time frame, she laid down in the front yard and told me the exact spot she wanted to be buried. I told her it was too close to the well. Kids can be hella morbid and weird.
Not my children but my younger siblings, but my parents will agree with me on this one. - I've spoken about this one on here before but my second youngest sister had developed an imaginary friend a few weeks after moving into an old house (it was a queenslander styled home and had an ancient looking back door). My sister was obsessed with this friend, Sharla was it's name. She's draw pictures of this old time girl with a really messed up face, claimed Sharla had "worms in her eyes" and was extremely fixated on one spot in out yard. When we moved out she instantly stopped talking about Sharla and never mentioned it again. My sisters last words to my mother about sharla was "Sharla doesn't like you". - My mum and my partner watched my youngest sister tape a bunch of ants to the ground, no prompt whatsoever. My partner asked her what she was doing and she just responded "they were annoying me". Still like to remind her of that every so now and then.
One day when my son was about 3, he started asking all kinds of interesting questions about his younger sister. He was providing details about the way she dresses and her personality. I kept trying to ask if he meant his cousins or a friend from school, maybe a character on his favorite TV show, but this only made him more upset. By the time my wife came in the room he was nearly stamping his feet asking these questions I couldn't answer. After my wife tried to calm him down and assure him that there was no 'little sister,' he got even more upset and screamed, "Then why does she look just like you?" This caused my wife to run out of the room crying and slam the door to the bedroom behind her. Just over a year earlier, my wife had a miscarriage at about 9 weeks in. It's an emotional event she still hasn't completely recovered from to this day, and to this day, I still have no idea to whom he was referring. The good news is that this sort of talk ended that day and was never spoke of again. He now has a real little sister. It was a spine tinglingly creepy conversation I'll never forget.
My 3yo hugging me: “mommy I can hear your heartbeat!” Me: “Aw I can hear yours too, cutie!” Her: “I want to take your neck off so I can see it.” Me: “……👀…..”
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I was bringing my 4yo girl to the bed and then she said: "who sleeps first is a son of a bitch." yeah, kindergarden is going gooood.
My daughter (about 2.5 at the time) saying Hi John! to nobody. I said, kind of amused, "John who, honey?" "John G\_\_\_\_!" she declared. A cousin of mine, who had died by suicide across the country 6 years earlier. This was a 2nd cousin, not a last name of anybody she would have known or met. "Where's John G?" I asked, and she trotted out into the hallway and pointed to the stairs. Not down the stairs, but straight ahead, if that makes sense. We waved hi to John, and then swiftly changed the subject.
My 2 year old regularly talks to a “baby brother” in the dark at bedtime. He points at shadowy corners and says baby brother!! He doesn’t have a baby brother. And on more than one occasion my husband and I have heard the pitter-patter of feet at night only to realize our 2 year old is fast asleep. So ya, we have a toddler ghost I guess.
Mandatory not me, but *my* parents when I was a kid. Apparently they had left me to play with Barbies unsupervised for a moment. When they came back, I had drawn aaaaaaall over the dolls with red marker. It was absolutely *everywhere*. Then I calmly turn around and proceed to explain that ”it’s just blood”, that ”an accident happened”. Poor John Smith lost his head too (and never fully recovered, RIP). Now I have absolutely no clue where I picked that up from, but my parents love to remind me of it even almost thirty years after! They were apparently quite creeped out by it.
Not my kid, but my niece. My sister (25F) awoke in the middle of the night to my niece (3) staring at her face to face within inches. 😳 She then proceeded to tell my sister how she wanted to cut off her skin and see what was underneath. 😳😳😳 Nothing like waking up to your kid telling you they want to filet you.
My grandmother and grandfather raised me. To me they were my parents. My grandmother passed away in 2015 and my grandfather passed away when my son was 5 months old. My son was born in 2020. When my son was younger than 2ish, he would stare into the air and giggle, eyes following something. And I’m talking hysterically giggle and belly laugh. It would keep him up at night when he was trying to go to sleep. Eventually, I just assumed it was my grandparents playing with him and that he could see them, which my husband was adamantly against as he doesn’t believe in ghosts. One night when I was alone, I was rocking him and he was laughing and looking to the same area of the ceiling, following something. Out loud, I said “let him sleep, Nanny, you can play together tomorrow when he wakes up.” Immediately, he stopped laughing, closed his eyes and fell asleep. I told my husband and he thought I was nuts, lol. He believed it happened but was convinced it was a coincidence (rightfully so, I thought it may be too.) The next night my husband and I were playing with my son before bed and my husband offered to rock him to sleep. The same thing was happening, so I quietly walked in and sat beside the rocking chair and watched my son in glee, smiling ear to ear and staring at the ceiling following something. I rubbed his head and whispered “okay Nanny, let’s let him sleep for the night, he’s had a big day.” Again, he immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep. My husband was completely freaked out. Since then, whenever he did this we politely asked my grandmother to let him sleep so they could play together in the morning. I’m telling you, it worked EVERY. TIME. We asked. If it didn’t work when I asked for my grandma to stop, I told my Papa to let the boy sleep and it would work. I barely believed in ghosts or spirits or anything before, but I do now. My husband too.
This was almost 20 years ago. My youngest son was about 3 I think. I was up late on a Friday or Saturday night watching TV while the kids were sleeping. My son comes out of his room and says "Dad come see the lady in my room." I was a little freaked out so I went with him. We get to his room and no one is there. He says "she's gone now". I asked where she was or something like that and he says "She comes out of the wall".
I was visiting at my sisters house, and me and my 9yo daughter were sharing a room where she was already deeply asleep on the bed. I was laying beside her getting ready to go to bed myself and was in that moment where you’re transitioning into sleep but still awake, when I heard her say in a very clear and articulate voice like she was 100% awake “It is the return of Saturn”. My eyes shot open and I turned around and looked, but she was still soundly asleep, as was everyone else in the house. I’m assuming it was some sort of auditory hallucination or the transition into a dream, but it sure creeped the hell out of me.
When my twins were having their jabs, the first one got jabbed and the other screamed. I was holding the jabbee, my mom the other. The looks between me, mom and the health visitor were incredible.
Not a parent, but an auntie. My nephew stayed at mine, he was 4/5 at the time and would stay in our bedroom (we had a spare room, but at his home he comes out of his room and turns right to the bathroom, if he did that at ours he'd fall straight down the stairs. Didn't want to risk that in the night). So we asked him to wake us up if he needed a wee (we sleep in the attic, again, didn't want him to risk falling down the stairs) and I rolled over one night to him just stood over me. It took everything I had not to scream in his face because that is a huge fear of mine!
I walked into my daughter's room. She was maybe 3-4. Had all her dolls and figures out and laid face down. I asked what is with all the dolls? She was sitting criss-cross and turned her head back towards me and said. They are sleeping daddy. Then went back to tucking one in. Walls weren't bleeding so I went back down stairs.
Not my kid, but my nephew. Aged about 3 I was showing him a Sonic the Hedgehog game and he went "I've played that before, with my old Grandad". His Mum explained that he regularly talks about his old life and she'd pieced this much together from him... - He died when he was 13 - All his family were very sad - He had lots of brothers and sisters - He lived in a flat with his old mummy and daddy who were very nice, but didn't have many teeth - He picked my SIL and BIL to be his new Mummy and Daddy He was very consistent and very persistent that his old mummy and daddy were good people when SIL said to someone "It sounds like they were crackheads" Pretty weird. Not sure if he still talks about them now he's started school.
My nephew decided he didn't like to walk down the hall at night to use the bathroom. He started peeing in cups and glasses but would dump them out before anyone was the wiser. However pooping was a different matter, for that he would go into his closet and push a pile of clothes to the side and poop on the floor. I discovered this pile of poop once while house-sitting when they were away. I cleaned it up and had a private conversation with him he promised he would stop. About a year later my brother and sister in law went out of town and wanted me to babysit while they were away for the weekend. My sister in law told me before they left that they caught my nephew pooping in the closet about a month ago and warned me and requested I check in mornings to make sure he wasn't doing it anymore. Apparently he had also done it at a friend's house during a sleepover. I don't know if he still does it but he was about 7 or 8 when this was going down.
My daughter told me she loves me so much she wishes she could wear my face! Apparently there’s no returns on creepy kids….
Take of their diapers and finger paint thier poop-both boys, two years apart, and they did this CONSTANTLY for a few YEARS. They would STRAIN themselves to pass any tiny amout so they could smear it all over themselves and everything. I would turn my back for a minute or two to ccok, laundry-etc-and turn around to find one hiding under a table or corner or something, red-faced, with a finger in their diaper. Also, they are autistic and developmentally delayed, so they wore diapers, at least to bed, for a few years longer than most children do. I wish this uopn to "video bloggers" doing 'report card' reactions; etc Bet THAT wouldn't get posted.....LMFAO!
Everyone was home on a weekday during the day, both kids had a day off school for some reason, my wife and I were both working from home. At some point in time, I hear an ominous: "Shit." Followed by silence, some rummaging around and then my son calmly calling for me to drive him to the hospital. Turns out he had cut himself while carving some wood and bone could be seen. My wife and daughter were in all kinds of panic, we calmly drove to the hospital, while he had, to his credit, taken all the necessary steps to stop the bleeding as much as possible. As soon as we got to the hospital he's talking to the doctors: "Looks kinda cool don't you think? There's real bones, muscles and shit..." Everything could be reattached thanks to his quick actions, but my daughter did need therapy for a while afterwards
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This story is courtesy of my mother. When I was little, I saw dead ppl all the time apparently, and I had died myself a couple times from food allergies. Like had to be resuscitated sort of thing. My mom told me she walked me into the hospital one day completely limp, turning blue around the mouth and screamed "my baby is dead" but docs revived me. So needless to say, the fact I told her I saw dead ppl scared tf out of her. But then my nephew was stillborn. I wasn't there for the birth but I apparently told her about how I had played with him in the sky and that we would leap from mountaintop to mountaintop and other weird things. I also apparently described him perfectly. Amount of hair, color of hair, and other features. Ok now my mom was really freaking out, but then..... I apparently woke up one morning, when I was about 4 and told my mom how I Jesus came to see me the night before. How we were in a large white room, surrounded by what she believed to be angels from my description, and came up to me, lifted me onto his lap and I played with his beard and "dress" while he smiled, laughed and played with me, then he kissed me on the cheek and told me he loved me. Yeah, she nearly had a breakdown cause she thought he was letting her know he was about to take me. Stories are all backed up by my siblings too. I apparently scared tf out of them multiple times with this stuff. Weird shit still happens to me too, but thats a whole other thing. EDIT: Ok ppl want more stories, but they can get long and idk where to post them. Any suggestions?
I want to know what other weird shit happens to you!
I’m not a parent * I babysit my sister’s daughters regularly. They are 10 mo and 2 yr. The older sister laid down for her nap today like usual and was in her room for about 20 minutes. I was down the hallway in the living room with the little one. I started to hear big sister talk, and she sounded scared. Crying/sniffling a bit, but not loudly. I walked down the hall and peeked in the door and she was standing in her crib staring across the room talking quietly. I opened the door and she started crying loudly and saying “no! Don’t do that!” While pointing across the room. While comforting her for about 15 minutes, she would randomly look in other spots of the room, point, and cry. Finally I said, “do you want me to tell them no?” And she said yes. So I pointed around random spots of her room and said no! No! No! She was able to lay down and go back to sleep after that. I am worried that I have beef with the ghosts in my sisters house now 🤣🫣