Kids say the darndest things. They also say—and sometimes do—the creepiest things. Take a peek at these supernatural tales from the crib... if you dare.
1. Blue Lady’s Hands
When my daughter was about three or four, she started talking about "the blue lady". My wife and I were taken aback, so I asked, "Who's the blue lady?" Her reply creeped me the heck out: "I don't know, but she wants her hands back".
This gave us chills like you would not believe. 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 television, and there is a woman in a blue US Post Office uniform saying "Thanks to this hand cream, I got my hands back!" My daughter comes running into the room screaming: "That's the blue lady! I love her!"
2. No, We Most Definitely Do Not
When I was pregnant with my second child, we did the usual hemming and hawing about when to tell my son that he was going to get a new baby brother or sister. Finally, we sat him down to give him the news, not sure about how he would react. I never foresaw what came next.
The little guy 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, we do not.
3. Past Life
When my nephew was about three years old, I was showing him a Sonic the Hedgehog game. He suddenly said to me: "I've played that before, with my old Grandad". This was weird for two reasons. I knew he hadn’t played the game before, and because he had no “old Grandad”.
His mother pulled me to the side, and confessed that he consistently brought up his "old life". According to her, my nephew believes that he passed when he was 13 years old and that his previous family was very sad.
This family had lots of brothers and sisters, and they all lived in a flat with his old mommy and daddy who were very nice, but didn't have many teeth. He believes that he picked my brother and sister-in-law to be his new mommy and daddy.
He was very consistent and very persistent that his old mommy and daddy were good people. It was pretty weird. I’m not sure if he still talks about them now he's started school.
4. Only Near Cemeteries
When my daughter was young, we’d be riding in the car and she’d randomly say: “My sisters are here!” Then she’d animatedly whisper to the empty seat beside her.
She was very lighthearted about the whole thing. She spoke of "Ira" and other sisters whose names she didn’t know. She was always happy to see them. Being an only child, imaginary friends weren’t a concern to me. There was something else that was more worrisome. She only mentioned them when we were near cemeteries.
It was one of those creepy things you’d try to explain away. She’d say it, and 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. No cemetary. However, as soon as we reached the top of the hill, I spotted a cemetery on the other side. I have no clue why, and she never mentioned the cemeteries or ever acknowledged them.
It happened frequently, and I would just shrug it off. Eventually, when she got older, it stopped. She’s a teen now and 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. It means “watchful” in Hebrew.
5. Be Mine?
When my daughter was around five years old, she discovered the concept of wills and inheritance. If I remember correctly, I believe she picked this up while watching the Aristocats movie. Anyway, after seeing the film she went through a phase of asking if various items of mine—usually sparkly stuff like jewelry—would be hers one day after I had gone.
Where did she think I was going?
6. Billy Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
I had a friend who lived in a very old house—I think built in the 1750s—who had an imaginary friend named Billy for a few weeks when she was little. Her parents just thought that was normal kids behavior. All she did was play pretend in her room with "Billy".
One day, they noticed she was being pretty quiet, so they went to her room and checked in on her. The sight scared them deeply. She was just sitting on the ground staring at a blank part of the wall. There were no pictures or anything to look at.
They asked her what she was doing, and she said: “playing with Billy”. Okay, yes they thought this was a bit odd, but then just decided that kids were weird, and it was probably fine. After that day, though, she never played with Billy again...
A few years later, her parents had to cut the drywall in her room for some reason. They found something very eerie. The workers found the name “Billy” scratched into the beam inside the wall.
Of course her parents were surprised and looked into it further. Apparently there was a little boy named Billy who died on the property sometime in the late 1800s. My friend has no memory of playing with Billy. Her mom told us this story when we were older.
7. Here “Him” Comes
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. This led to a moment I'll never forget.
We were 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. We were basically surrounded by darkness. Out of nowhere my cousin says—in quite a creepy voice—"Here him comes".
We all started freaking out, asking who? He just kept saying "Here him comes". Out of nowhere a fox emerged from the dark and just walked up to a crowd of people and a fire. Weird thing for a fox to do.
8. Grandma Did 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. Her response sent a shiver down my spine.
She told us no, but that “mommy's mommy taught me when I was in bed". Mommy's mommy would be her grandmother...who we’d buried three years earlier.
9. He Understood Perfectly
I grew up in a very large family. One memorable day, my sibling and I went to a park that had a little kiddie pond. I was sitting on the shore with some of my siblings, and we all noticed that our youngest brother was flailing around with his head under the water.
The oldest of us was just standing there pointing and laughing at him. We all, of course, jumped up and grabbed the struggling kid up. He coughed up a bit of water and was shaken up but was otherwise fine.
We asked the oldest if he understood what could have happened to his sibling if he stayed under water too long. His response still sends chills up my spine. “Yeah, he would have drowned”. None of us knew how to respond to that.
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10. I Saw You In The Window
My daughter, who was four at the time, 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 considerably because we were definitely the only people home at the time.
I told her, "Honey, I didn't go upstairs at all!" She got upset and insisted she saw me look out her window from the upper floor. With great hesitation, I went upstairs to look around. I was beyond scared, but nobody was in my house—ghost or otherwise.
11. She Feeds Them Brains
My youngest daughter was about four, and we were sitting on the couch watching PBSkids. It was just a normal day, but it was about to take a dark turn. She reached over and paused the TV.
Then she looked at me and affectionately said, "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 was shocked but also curious. I asked her how she plans to get brains to feed zombie mommy and she says, "Well, I will have to end 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 that it was not “if” I became a zombie but “when”. She was very sure I would. When I asked about where her dad and sister would be, she said they would be gone: 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 four-year-old landed on thoughts of zombies. My oldest finally filled me in on how it had likely happened. The last time my dad had babysat, he got tired and fell asleep on them. Apparently, my youngest started scrolling through channels until she found some zombie movie. Come on, Dad!
12. Did You See It Too?
I get sleep paralysis sometimes, and once when my daughter was about three, I fell asleep on the floor of her bedroom. I had a sleep paralysis dream involving a shadow person on the ceiling. Not fun, but it’s been happening to me for years, so I'm sort of used to it.
Eventually, I woke up properly and saw my daughter, wide awake and staring up at the ceiling. She looked down at me on the floor and asked a question that haunt me to this day: "Did you see the ghost too?'"
13. From Up There
I was pregnant, expecting my second child and my first-born was then only about two years old. She had some speech delays and, because of this, her sentences usually only contained a maximum of about two or three words.
Anyhow, one day I was making dinner and my daughter was in the kitchen with me. It was a pretty typical day. Then my daughter suddenly looks at me, points up with her finger, and states calmly and matter of factly and in a perfect sentence: "I used to watch you from up there".
I just froze, stopped what I was doing, and stared at her. She just gave me this goofy smile and ran off. Now I wish I would've asked her more about what she meant by that.
14. I’m Right Where I’m Supposed To Be
I knew this lady who'd suffered a tragic loss; she'd lost a child shortly after childbirth. A few years later, she decided to adopt a baby from a young teen mother. One day, her adopted daughter looked at her very seriously and said that she was always supposed to be her mother, and that she tried to come to her once before but now she’s back with her where she was supposed to be.
The girl was about five when she said this and had no idea about the baby her adoptive mother had lost.
15. Angry, Red Eyes
My son was almost three years old when he called me to his room about five minutes after he was put to bed. I asked him what's wrong, and he replied: "I'm scared". So, I asked him what he was afraid of. Oh my God, his reply.
He said: "I'm scared of the old lady with the angry, red eyes!" I was pretty freakd out, but just came to the rational conclusion that he'd seen something like that on his iPad or on television. I wanted to comfort him, so I bent over his baby bed in the corner and asked him where he'd seen this old lady with the angry, red eyes.
He said: "She's standing right behind you”. I froze and turned about slowly. Luckily there was nothing or nobody there. I kissed him goodnight and left him, but left the door halfway open.
16. I Got Picked Up
When my kid was around two, she told me one morning: "Mommy, the ghost picked me up last night". I was like, “What?” I was surprised because I'd never talked to her about ghosts or used the word ghost or anything along those lines.
I figured it was something she could've easily picked up at daycare or from a kids show or something. A few years later, when she was around five I guess, she was like: "Mommy, do you remember how I used to cry at night?"
I did actually. After all, she'd been an awful sleeper, waking up and crying at all hours of the night. She said "It's because the ghost used to come into my room and pick me up at night".
For her to remember that years later made me think there was some truth to what she said.
17. His Name Was Joshua
I was out shopping with my family when my sister said the most chilling thing: "My imaginary friend says there's someone in our house". We all laughed and humored her. We got home and started unloading the trunk. Then the nightmare began. To our shock and horror, a man ran out the back door of the house.
When we got over the surprise, my mom asked my sister when her imaginary friend had told her. My sister said that he'd come all the way to the grocery store and told her. She also said that the peanut brittle she got was for him.
My sister didn't eat peanut brittle before or since. She also said that her imaginary friend’s name was Joshua. This is not the only thing Joshua told my sister. We didn’t encourage her belief in Joshua, but we also didn't argue with her.
We had a dog that, incidentally, my sister hated. One day the dog broke out of a window and ran off. My sister woke up the next morning and told us she knew exactly where the dog was.
She got into the car with my dad and told him where to drive. Sure enough they found the dog lying in the street. It had been hit by a car. My sister said that Joshua had told her where the dog was and that his eye was hurt.
When they found it, the poor dog was stunned and had a broken paw. The impact had also hurt is eye. Because of my sister and Joshua, the dog lived another five years. Once in a while my sister will still speak about Joshua as if he was a person we all knew from our childhood.
18. Out There In The Dark
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. We figure, he's a kid, his eyes are new, maybe 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 and go outside, looking for the trespasser. There is nothing. I come back in, he makes the same comment. I sit next to him and look in the direction he is. That's when I finally see it. 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.
I ask him if what he's looking at red and blue?" He says it is. "That's a flag, buddy".
19. It’s On Your Side
One night, my partner’s grandmother was babysitting her four-year-old grandson. She got the kid ready for bed and then curled up on the living room couch. She fell asleep... but not for long.
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 one in the morning, grandma was woken up by a small child’s voice slowly singing “Nationwide is on your side, Nationwide is on your side” from somewhere in the dark behind her. Well it was the little kid.
As it turned out, the kid was really into commercial jingles. This scared grandmother silly. Thanks, Brad Paisley!
20. They Were Safer At McDonald’s
When I was about seven months pregnant with my third kid, my husband and I put our two kids in the van—along with everything we could fit—and drove from the East Coast to the West Coast to start a new job.
The kids were one and three years old. During the trip, we stopped fairly often for pee breaks for me and to let the kids run around. On the third day, they were especially worked up, so we stopped at a park somewhere in New Mexico or Arizona or that area.
We sat down and let them play on the playground, as we had a little picnic. The three-year-old was having a blast, but something was wrong. His behavior was truly bizarre. Not only was he talking to himself, but he was also chuckling at his own jokes.
When he came over to eat, I asked him what was up, and he said he was playing with Tony. Of course, I asked who Tony was, and he said it was his new friend. Then he started laughing because Tony was next to him telling him something silly.
It wasn't the first imaginary friend he had had, but for some reason this one was creeping me out. Even though I was a little nervous, I just told him to eat up, and he could play a bit more before we left.
When it was time to go, he was more upset than usual, telling me that Tony didn't want him to go. Tony wanted him to stay with him. It gets weirder. Tony said he could stay forever. I was, honest to God, just shivering at this point because I was dealing with pregnancy hormones and for whatever reason this was just freaking me out.
So, I picked my son up, and carried him screaming to the car. My husband had taken our 18-month-old, and we got them both in their seats. I realized I had left my purse behind, so I went to get it. Hand on my heart the next part is true, though I understand if you think I am lying or exaggerating.
As I turned around to head back to the car, I saw a plaque next to the entrance to the park, right under the sign. I had this sudden and weird feeling I should read this plaque. It turned out to be a memorial dedication to a seven-year-old boy who had been hit by a car while biking home from the park in the 1980s.
The child didn’t survive the crash, and his name was Anthony. We got in the car and left as fast as possible. After that, we only stopped at McDonald's play places for the rest of our trip.
21. The Gentlemen Are Coming
When my cousin was a kid, every Halloween he would freak out in the same way. He’d randomly scream out: “Gentlemen are coming to get me” “The gentlemen are scary!!!” “They’re all bones!!! They don’t have skin!” This went on for about three years, every Halloween.
My aunt and uncle had every right to be concerned. They were seriously freaked out. Then, one day they’re in a store and my cousin starts screaming about the gentlemen. It all became clear. It turns out, he was afraid of skeleton decorations.
For some reason he thought the skeletons were called gentlemen. Apparently, at some point in his life, he’d seen one of the old black and white cartoons of dancing skeletons with top hats.
22. It’s Watching You
My son was around four years old and I was driving him to daycare. I remember he was uncharacteristically grouchy. He said he didn’t want to go—which was very weird. After around the third time, I explained that mommy had to go to work, he got really quiet. What he said next chilled me to my core.
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 for weeks after that.
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23. He Took A Trip
My teenage son barged into my room at three am yelling at the dogs and saying they puked all over his mom’s office. Still half asleep, I jumped out of bed and ran to the office. I was confused. Everything was as it should be.
I thought maybe he had a bad dream and was in a half awake state too. He then started ranting about how they must have eaten it and cleaned it up. By this time I was wide awake but not clear on what was going on.
Then the weird stuff 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 was freaking out thinking my son had lost his mind and had a serious mental breakdown and separation from reality
It turned out the guy had intentionally taken 10 Dramamine. Why did he do it? Because he read online that they will make you hallucinate. Well, I guess he was right, but it wasn’t happy dancing forest elves. It was angry dogs and nosy laundry monster cousins hiding in your closet at three am hallucinations.
24. From Another World
When my daughter was around seven or eight, she used to always insist that she had lived on Mars. This was, apparently, before she was brought to earth to be born. She had so much conviction in this that it kind of weirded me out. 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.
25. She Read Me
When my daughter was three, we’d gone for a meal at a really old pub-style restaurant. She need to use the washroom, so I led the way. The pub had the kind of washroom where it’s a little room on its own.
Now, she was in that phase where they are basically horrible and if you do or say the wrong thing, well…there will be the most almighty tantrum. At that time, her big thing was: no talking while she was on the toilet.
I know, three year olds are so 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 ask why, but that’s just my brain. She shocked me next. Suddenly, I hear her little voice say quietly: “It’s okay Mummy, there won’t be a fire”. Now I know for a fact that I didn’t say anything out loud, she had me that well trained not to speak while she was on the toilet.
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.
26. Blunt To The Bone
One day, I’m sitting on a computer chair, doing work on my desk, while my eight-year-old cousin is on my bed, a few feet away playing on her tablet. She casually pipes up and says, “I wonder what happens after we pass?" I turned to her and give her this uneasy look.
Me: “Hmm and care to tell me why you’re wondering about that?”
Her: “I told my class everybody passes one day and a boy said that we don’t pass, we just leave Earth".
Me: “Leave Earth? Leave Earth to where?”
Her: “Heaven".
Me: “Perhaps". I turn back around and continue studying.
Suddenly and swiftly (I didn’t even hear her get up), she’s right behind me and swerving my chair around to face her.
Her: “I don’t think so. I think when we get put underground, our bodies just rot forever. No one will even know we’re down there; you can’t hear any screams under so much dirt. So how will someone help us leave? We shouldn’t leave anyway because we make the insects happy by letting them eat us. It’s actually funny, we step on bugs while we’re alive and then they get to eat us. What do you think?”
Me: “Uhh...yeah. Sure, I guess. Just don’t tell the other little kids that".
Her: “Why not?”
Me: “You’ll get a lot of angry phone calls from parents".
She is quite the blunt person. I don’t know where she learns this stuff from. But hey, she’s not wrong.
27. He’d Checked Out
When my son was six or seven, he would sleepwalk. This was no biggie. I’d just lead him back to his room and get him comfy in bed. Except one time something strange happened. I led him back to bed, got him all covered up, and said “goodnight Connor”. What happened next horrified me.
He immediately sat straight up like the Exorcist, looked at me all wide eyed—but somehow also blank—and said in a voice straight from the devil: “Connor’s not here right now”.
I never woke him up while he was sleepwalking, but I did that night. He had freaked me right out. It kind of freaks me out a bit still when I think about it. He’s 22 now.
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28. It’s My Ball
When one of my daughters was about 18 months old, her cousin—who was not as physically capable as her yet, but the same age—took a ball from her. Her reaction made me question everything about parenting.
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, and started screaming at him.
It was the most unsettling thing I've ever seen a toddler do. It cracks me up now, but it was intense to witness in the moment.
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29. He Just Faded Away
So, my son was probably about four or five years old. I always looked forward to waking him up in the morning—but not this time. On that particular day, he was already awake in bed. His eyes were wide open and the blanket pulled up to his chin. He is completely still and just staring at the corner of his room.
I looked at him, looked at the corner, waited 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, "Let's 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 eight years old now, and I asked him if he remembers it.
He said he does, and that's not all. He said that he saw it another time backwards crawling on his ceiling before just fading away again. Freaky.
30. It’s Just Blood
When I was a kid, my parents had left me to play with Barbies unsupervised for a moment. When they came back, they couldn't believe their eyes. I had drawn all over the dolls with a red marker. It was absolutely everywhere.
Then I calmly turned around and proceeded to explain that: ”it’s just blood”, and that ”an accident happened”. Now I have absolutely no clue where I picked that up from, but my parents love to remind me of it even almost 30 years after. They were apparently quite creeped out by it.
31. Let Him Sleep
My grandmother and grandfather raised me. To me, they were my parents. My grandmother passed in 2015 and my grandfather passed when my son was five months old. My son was born in 2020. When my son was younger than two, he would stare into the air and giggle, his eyes following something.
I’m talking intense giggling and a real belly laugh. The giggling 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.
My husband was adamantly against this, as he doesn’t believe in ghosts. But to me, the next event proved him wrong. One night when I was alone, I was rocking my son, and he was laughing and looking to the same area of the ceiling. He was following something.
Right 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.
He believed it happened but was convinced it was a coincidence. However, the next night my husband decided 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. I'll never forget that look of incredulity in my husband's eyes.
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 does too.
32. She Misses Her Star
My three-year-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. I asked her, "What's the matter sweetie?"
Her face was turned into my leg, so I looked down at her curly head. 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".
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 to talk about it, but she never brought it up again.
33. Over-The-Top Empathy
Taking your kids to the doctors so that they can get their needles is the worst. Well, imagine when you have twins. My mother had volunteered to help me out with the task, and off we went to the doctor. We decided that I would hold the one getting the shot, and my mother would hold the other one. Then it happened.
When the doctor jabbed the one in my arms, to our surprise, it was the other one that screamed in pain. The looks between me, mom and the health visitor were incredible.
34. The Omen Was An Omen
One of my sons, when he was about one, used to carry around our DVDs of both the 1976 and the 2006 movie The Omen. So we went to great pains and hid them apart from each other. That's when he did something that creeped us out even more.
Sure enough, he would search quietly all over the house until he found them. Both of them. And then he’d carry them around again. When we took them away, he cried and threw a fit. It was so terrifying.
35. As Easy As C B A
When my son was three years old, he was learning the alphabet pretty quickly. One morning he woke up and flawlessly started saying the alphabet backwards. I was half asleep and thought, “Wow, that's cool”. Later, after having coffee and waking up a bit, I thought about it a bit harder.
I realized he was never taught to say it backwards. I was in a state of shock thinking how was it possible for a three year old to suddenly think: "let me try it backwards".
36. Just Say No
I’m not a parent, but I babysit my sister’s daughters regularly. They are 10 months and two years old. Today was babysitting stint to remember. The older sister laid down for her nap, 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 talking, and she sounded scared. She was crying and 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 the next 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 in 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 sister's house now.
37. Planetary Return
I was staying over at my sister’s house, and my nine-year-old daughter and I were sharing a room. My daughter was already deeply asleep on the bed and I was laying beside her getting ready to go to bed myself.
I was in that moment where you’re transitioning into sleep, but still awake. Suddenly, 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 at her. She looked so peaceful, just snoozing without a care in the world. Everyone else in the house was also asleep. I’m assuming it was some sort of auditory hallucination or the transition into a dream, but it sure creeped me out.
38. Second Coming Of Second Cousin
My daughter was about two and a half at the time. She’d been saying, “Hi John!” in her room even though there was nobody there. I said, kind of amused, "John who, honey?" She replied: "John G Hanson!" This sent me into shock. This was a cousin of mine, who had taken his own life across the country six years earlier.
This was a second cousin, and he didn’t have a last name she would have known. I said, "Can you point to me where John G Hanson is exactly?" 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 I swiftly changed the subject.
39. Come See The Lady
This was almost 20 years ago. My youngest son was about three I think. It was a Saturday night and I was up late watching tv after I put the kids to bed. My son came out of his room and said, "Dad, come see the lady in my room".
I was a little freaked out, so I went with him. We got to his room and no one was there. He just says: "She's gone now". I asked where she was or something like that, and he said: "She comes out of the wall".
40. She Hung Out With Her Dolls
When my daughter was four or five years old, she used to do something seriously deranged. She'd tie up her doll and hang it from the top bunk bed. You would walk into her room and there it would be—tied up with shoelaces, robe ties or what have you—hanging helplessly.
My wife and I would talk to her and express that it wasn't okay. She would say she understood, but three days go by and that doll is hanging again.
41. Attention To Detail
A few years back, when my son was eight, he ran outside, where my husband and I had been doing some yard work. He had this worried look on his face. After some coaxing, he finally told us he had seen a "half of a man with a bald head floating down the upstairs hallway in a tattered yellow button-down shirt".
His description was so detailed, it spooked us right out. Although totally renovated and you'd never guess it, our house was built in 1898.
42. A Treasure Trove
At about 18 months, my son discovered that if he pressed the buttons on the boxes sitting under the TV all sorts of cool things would happen. Things like lights turning on and trays coming out of them and whirring sounds.
One day I wanted to play Mass Effect 3 and couldn't find the game disc for the life of me, despite knowing I left it in the Xbox. Since I'm not a really organized gamer, I looked in every game box and then looked in several DVD boxes.
No luck. It had vanished. About a month later I was cleaning up my son's toys and realized he had a bunch of stuff under the seat of this little wooden European car we bought him that he rode all around the apartment on. When I looked inside, I couldn't believe it.
Inside the compartment was my Mass Effect 3 disc along with all sorts of stuff my wife and I had been looking for for weeks and months. Apparently, he pressed the eject button on the Xbox, saw the disc, realized he could pick it up, did so and then put it with the rest of his "treasure".
43. He Greets The Darkness
While I'm a parent, the creepiest thing I've experienced was while at work at a child care center. I work with infants and we have a sleep room, which is sort of separated from the play area.
The sleep room was dark since we had set it up for nap time while the children ate their lunch. On this day in particular, one of the boys looked into the darkness, smiled, waved and said "hi!".
I looked over to the room—and my blood ran cold. There was 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 co-worker if she would mind putting the kids to sleep that day as she hadn't heard him say this. Yes, I sacrificed my co-worker to the ghost along with the children. They had a good run.
44. A Sixth Sense
When I was little, I apparently saw people who were deceased all the time. I had come close to losing my own life a couple times from food allergies. I had to be resuscitated.
My mom told me she walked me into the hospital one day completely limp, turning blue around the mouth, and screamed "my baby is dying" but the doctors revived me. So, needless to say, the fact that I told her I saw ghosts scared her. But this was only the beginning.
It got freakier when 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. By now my mom was really freaking out. Then, when I was about four years old, I apparently woke up one morning and told my mom how Jesus came to see me the night before.
How we were in a large white room, surrounded by what she believed to be—based on my description—angels. I told her that Jesus 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 because she thought he was letting her know he was about to take me. These stories are all backed up by my siblings too. I apparently scared them multiple times with this stuff.
45. From Under The Bed
I have a bedroom that is really dark during the night. As in, I can't see the hand in front of my face. One night I woke up to my daughter right in front of my face whispering: "mommy, mommy". When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was this big, hulking shadow.
It scared the living daylights out of me. This is something that my sons have done too. But not that close to my face. She also snuck into our room in the middle of the night and grabbed my foot to wake me up. My childhood fear was realized except it was my own little monster instead of one that lives under the bed.
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46. Don’t Go Up The Stairs
We were at my best friend’s mom's house last week on Mother's Day. They'd only recently moved in, so we decided to drop by and give them a housewarming present. My three-year-old daughter was with us, and she looked at a staircase that was gated off going upstairs.
For some reason she asked where it went. My friend's mom said it was the attic. My daughter looked at it for a while longer and walked away. When we were driving home, my daughter said, verbatim: "Mommy, the doll in the attic has monsters in it".
I was confused and asked her to elaborate. She said, "Auntie Mary's doll has lots of monsters in it. It lives in the attic". She wasn't scared or anything, just very matter of fact. Alrighty then. I guess we're not going to visit her ever again.
47. Imagined Trauma
I went to pick up my son at daycare and the support staff seemed to be very concerned about something. They hemmed and hawed a little, then told me they went swimming that day.
They said they hoped it wasn't distressing for my five-year-old son, but they thought I should know they went swimming. I was confused. I asked them to explain themselves.
They said that when they were telling the kids about pool safety, he raised his hand and told a horrifying story. He said that his little sister had drowned in a pool because somebody jumped in without looking. He was apparently quite convincing.
I had to explain to them that he's never had a sister or any sibling at all. They were flabbergasted. When I asked him why he told this story, he just shrugged. There was no real reason.
I think he was maybe trying to lend more importance to the topic of pool safety with his story. Sometimes you never learn why your kid does something.
48. Meet The Parents
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 very creepy.
We asked her a lot of questions like: “Are the parents us?" and “Are they your friend's parents?” You never know if shady stuff is going on there. Her answer to these questions, however, was always no. It was just "the parents".
A few weeks later my wife is driving down the road with our daughter, and she freaks out: “Mom, look, it's the parents!" That's when we finally figured it out. My wife looks in the direction my daughter's looking... It's a row of 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.
49. Where’s My Sister?
One day when my son was about three, his behavior began freaking out my wife and I. He started asking all kinds of interesting questions about his younger sister. He was then 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, or maybe a character on his favorite TV show, but this only made him more upset. By the time my wife came into 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. Because there was something he could never know.
Just over a year earlier, my wife had a miscarriage at about nine weeks in. It was an emotional event she still hasn't completely recovered from to this day. I still have no idea to whom my son was referring.
The good news is that this sort of talk ended that day and was never spoken of again. He now has a real little sister. It was a spine tinglingly creepy conversation I'll never forget.
50. He Just Growled
My partner and my son both used to drive me to work every day. On the way there, there was a funeral home. The sight of it strangely affected my son. Pretty much right away, he started growling whenever we passed it. He’d just stare at the window and growl like a dog.
He never growled at anything else, so we asked him why he was growling. He just said “You have to growl back at the growlers”.
51. Cocktail Anyone?
One time my son—I think he was about six years old—went into the bathroom and was taking a little longer than usual. So, I knocked on the door and asked if everything was okay.
He chirped back a little too quickly "yup!" So I left him be. Another five minutes went by and I knocked again and asked if I could come in to make sure he's alright.
When I got in there I saw that he had taken all the empty toilet paper rolls and stuffed a bit of toilet paper in one end. So, I ask him: "What are you making?" His answer scandalized me honestly. He proudly says, "molotov cocktails dad, obviously".
52. His Name Was Cody
My nephew kept taking food from his house and said he was bringing it to a friend named Cody. We all thought Cody was a kid from school, because he had a classmate named Cody that he would go hang out with. Nope, it was much worse. I followed him to Cody’s house, which ended up being a cave just out of town.
And Cody was no friend, he was a wolf. Lucky for us—but not for the poor animal—Cody was deceased. The body lay there surrounded by all sorts of wrappers from snacks. It was actually pretty heartbreaking. My nephew 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 seven or eight years ago.
53. We Gave Him Goosebumps
Frankly, my son went through a chilling phase when he was about six years old. 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 thing like in the movie The Shining. I was freaked out—until I finally discovered that truth. It turns out he was really into that horror series Goosebumps, which was a series of books and TV shows for children.
In one of the episodes, there was a girl who was trapped in a mirror writing: “help me”. To the people looking into the mirror “help me” was backwards. So, this mystery was solved. My kid is just a bit theatrical.
54. Let It Go
When my kid was about three years old, he scared me so badly—I'll never forget it. He woke me up in the middle of the night. My son was standing in the dark with a black blanket draped over his head looking a little like a tiny Sith Lord. To make matters worse, he was whispering the words to the song from Frozen.
“Let it go” he whispered, “let it go". I can't tell you how creepy that was and how long it took me to fall back asleep.
