For each of their profound and poetic phrases, kids can drop a chilling, nightmare-inducing line that will make their parents sleep with one eye open. At least for one night.
Not long ago, Reddit user o0_Oo_ made a post on the platform, asking its users, "What's the creepiest thing your child ever said to you?" and in just a few days, they provided enough stories to make a 10-season horror show.
From evil angels plotting to hurt entire families to the undead rising from their graves, here are the worst.
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Not my kid, but a little girl in my son’s kindergarten class told me she lives across the street from a cemetery. I asked her if it was spooky to live that close to a graveyard and she said very matter-of-factly, “Not during the day. But at night they all walk up to our windows and scream.”
My Five year old said he was gonna miss me when I was dead… in five days. 2 days later I was really poorly with covid, I thought that was it for me, honestly.
Then one day he asked me if I’d like a (memorial) bench when I die.
I have a morbid kid.
I was playing got your nose with my 2 year old nephew and the power went out, whole house pitch black, and he says to me
“(Name) did you take my eyes?”
Just after my little brother was born my mom, 3 y.o. sister and I were talking about what not to do around the baby. Things like not leaving small toys out or throwing balls around the baby. After a few minutes my sister chimed in and said, "and you don't cut off babies lips with a sharp knife".
It was a Saturday morning a few years ago, and my wife and I were still in bed, and she was trying to convince me to make pancakes for breakfast. My oldest son (about 6 at the time) came in to the room and agreed with her.
He then said "You should make some for Tyler, too."
Now, he had never had imaginary friends, and we didn't have anybody in the house or family named "Tyler", so I was curious and asked him who Tyler was.
**"Tyler is the man sleeping in my bed."**
Anyway, turns out a local teenager had gotten p**s drunk the night before, jumped into the local public swimming pool, gotten separated from his friends and wandered into my house, thinking it was his friends (very suburban, all houses very similar) and passed out on my sons bed in his wet chlorinated clothes. My son thought this was fine and went downstairs to watch TV in the living room until he fell asleep on the couch, which was apparently the height of awesome for a 6 year old. We called the cops, he was incredibly embarrassed, apologetic, and still quite drunk, and they came and took him home.
That escalated quickly Turned out wholesome in the end. Lock your door at night, people, even if you live in the boonies.
My daughter was 4 and while we were eating breakfast one morning she says “I was on a mountain once, and my mom dad died and then I woke up and was in this house with you and mama. “ then we just sat there for a few seconds and looked at each other. Then she said she wanted to watch paw patrol.
when my sister was little (probably 3-4) my mom said she would wave out the window when they were going down the interstate. when my mom asked who she was waving at she said “that family on the side of the road. they died there in the car crash. do you see them? they’re waving at us”
Son woke up and his shirt was all torn up, like it looked slashed. Asked him what happened and he said he had a dream that "got real".
My 3 year old came up to me gave me a hug, then whispered in my ear "don't go to work, you will die in a wall"
I drive to work and work in construction. Decided to work from home that day.
If the parent is the boss/owner, it's probably a ton of paperwork.
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Load More Replies...I don't have kids, but a small child maybe 6 years old approached me while I was on a walk one time, looked me dead in the eyes and said "You are hunted as well."
My (now 10 yo) son used to tell me all about what his life was like when he was my age. He apparently owned a large dairy farm near our home,his name was John(not his name),and he raised horses as well. He would even point out the exact location of his farm. The location was an abandoned stone house with wood frame outbuildings. According to township tax maps,that particular farm had been the John Freeman farm in the 1880s. Freeman was a respected dairyman who also raised Belgian work horses for sale. My man was remembering his former life.
My then 3 year old had a few gems:
Him: I was so mad at you, I was gonna destroy you.
Me: yeah, how so?
Him: I was gonna throw you in a volcano.
Me: why didn’t you?
Him: I don’t know where a volcano is.
Me: so we good?
Him: for now…
The other one:
Him: too bad the babysitter [passed away].
Me: no she didn’t bud, she’s just not here today.
Him: or she’s in the freezer(while staring at the freezer)
Me: you’re pretty creepy sometimes bud
Him: just smiles
My son was around 3 at the time. Kept refusing to go downstairs as that’s where angel man was, and angel man wanted to hurt the family
Last week on the way to school I was talking with my 8yo about how weird it is when you know you had dreams the night before, but cannot remember anything about them.
After a long pause he replies calmly, “Those are the ones you’re not supposed to remember.”
My ex-father-in-law died a couple years before my daughter was born so she never met him. He was known as a pretty funny guy, always quick with a one-liner. As strange as it sounds, there were no pictures of him around until my daughter was about 4 years old and my ex-mother-in-law set one next to the urn where his ashes were kept. The first time my daughter saw the picture she pointed to it and said, “That’s grandpa! I like when he looks in my window and makes me laugh. I don’t like his friends, though.”
She had never mentioned this. When I tried to ask her about it, she seemed nonchalant. She’s older now and says she doesn’t remember it. I’ll never forget it.
My mother died a few weeks ago. I went to her house to get some things and she had a huge collection of stuffed animals that I brought home for the kids.
My son (5) and I were awake early about 3 days after her death and he was playing with the stuffed animals in his room when he came out screaming and crying hysterically.
This never happens, he’s a very tough boy for 5. Now I was freaked asked him what was wrong and he was legit terrified. I had never seen him like this before of after.
He said that one of the stuffed animals moved. He said he was playing with the other ones and the little 2” beanie stuffed dog moved turned it’s head and looked at him.
He said he threw a doll at it and “it’s face got mean.”
He refused to go back in that room or leave my side until I put the stuffed dog in the trash, not the inside trash or the outside trash near the house but the dumpster down the street.
I don’t believe in ghosts or anything but carrying that thing out to the trash I got goosebumps and felt super freaked out.
My wife texted me once while I was still at work and she was home with our 4-year-old son (he’s 7 now), creepy enough to warrant a midday message…
A little back story - my dad’s older brother, named Paul, died in a car accident in 1986, when I was 5. I don’t remember much about him, but he did like telling me jokes and outlandish stories because I’d believe anything he told me. It was, and still is, an emotional subject for my dad so I avoid bringing Paul up unless dad does first. Definitely hadn’t mentioned it to my son.
So that afternoon a few years ago, my son was telling my wife a story, something about a tractor and a donut. At the end, he laughed (he always tries to make jokes and laughs at his own), then said “That was a joke I used to tell my dad when he was young.”
My wife answered, without thinking much about it, with “Oh, you knew your dad when he was young?”
My son then says, “Yeah, my name was Paul when my dad was young.”
Not my child but a family friends kid was playing with Lego and said “that’s a nice prototype” and his mum asked where did he learn that word, to which he replied “humans are a prototype”
My son tells me stories of "scary uncle Michael" in his bedroom at night. He says he's a grey man that looks like his uncle and he climbs on walls and calls out to him and one night he tried to eat him.
Yep, nightmare fuel
life hack: you can use that fuel to burn the house down. problem solved.
when my daughter was just two she said a couple of things that freaked me out. one night she was looking up at the full moon from a stairway landing window. I thought it was cute so I went up and asked her what she was thinking. imagining she'd say something like "is the moon weally made of cheese daddy?" or something like that. instead she looked at me and in a creepy old woman voice said "We are all in the same cage". Like a good horror movie dad I ran to the basement and pretended nothing happened.
I as a 5 yr old child told my parents I didn't sleep in my bed because of the old lady. Nearly every morning they would find me asleep in my closet. They didn't think to much of it until other people would come stay with us and mention they saw an old lady standing over them when they woke up in the middle of the night. This happened to a good 3 visitors in that same room and bed and all of them refused to step foot in that room again.
I had a similar experience as a small child. Mum and grandma told me I would repeatedly turn up in Grandma's bed (after being put to bed in my own) at night due to the Old lady bringing me in for cuddles. After my grandma said I should stay in my bed, I apparently had a chat with said old lady and told her not to get me in trouble by taking me in there anymore. Mum said room always smelled very strongly of honeysuckle (even in deep winter) whenever I said the old lady had been or I turned up in Grandma's bed. I wasn't a kid that liked to get in others beds out of choice, loved my own room and space. I even knew the lady's name. Told my family.....they asked neighbours, turned out it was the name of an old dear that had died in the house a couple of years before we moved there. I was 4.
My 5 year old was speculating that the tooth fairy probably takes the teeth to put in her own mouth, so that she has millions of teeth in her mouth. Yikes
"Momma, you can't take a shower; all your skin will come off."
"No it won't."
"Maybe not today."
Not my kid, but one of my friends daughters, when she was like 5 or 6 did this.
She was brushing one of her dolls hair, and, in singsong, said, 🎶”First I’m going to kill brother, then mommy, then daddy, then I’m going to go live in the woods with you.”
My friend is her dad, and he overheard her. Said he backed up slowly, went outside and called her mom.
She went through a bit of therapy and is now leading a pleasant life in 5th grade. I’m happy to tell you that she isn’t scary creepy crazy after getting help.
I was talking to my son when he grabbed my face, got really close, and whispered, “Mommy, you’re talking too loud. You’ll wake up Abiyoyo.”
Me whispering: “Who’s Abiyoyo, buddy?”
Son whispering: “Abiyoyo is my friend.”
Me: “Where is Abiyoyo?”
Son: “In the mountain. He’s sleeping.” (We live near a large mountain range)
Me: “Why do we have to be quiet?”
Son: “He eats kids when they’re too loud.”
Sometimes when we were too loud he would tell all of us to be quiet then run to the window to see if Abiyoyo was coming.
For a while I was afraid of looking up “Abiyoyo” online for fear that it’ll be some ancient demon or something. But my son kept bringing him up so I finally got over myself and found out that Abiyoyo is a South African folk tale about a giant who lives in a mountain who comes down to eat the village livestock. Afraid that he will eat the villagers next, they find a way to stop him. They read the book to him at school. 😂
Sounds like the people who came up with the story had some noisy kids lol
My kid keeps talking about the babies in the walls of his bedroom. Very off putting.
When my daughter was little she used to talk about the person in her wall named "Molin." She talked about Molin all the time. If I mentioned Molin she'd tell me I was saying it wrong. She'd get frustrated and keep repeating herself, but to me it just sounded like "Molin.". We live in a duplex and one day I got a piece of mail addressed to "Marilyn," so I went to ask my neighbor if I'd gotten their mail by mistake or something. She told me that Marilyn was the previous owner's mother who he'd been caring for. Apparently she lived with him briefly before going into hospice and dying. One day when my daughter was taking about "Molin" it clicked. I asked her "Are you saying 'Marilyn.'" My daughter was so happy I finally said it right. 😬
My youngest (was 4) was on the carpet playing with his cars.
Son: I can’t wait to get a new house when this house explodes
Me:(half listening) Uh huh, sure that sounds… wait, what??
Son: yeah when our house explodes, be ready and we’ll just run out real fast (and then he turned back to playing with cars like nothing was said)
Thankfully that was 5 years ago, and my house has not exploded.
One time my son was drinking one of those Danimal yogurt drink things with the monkey on it. He looked at the bottle and whispered, “I’m drinking your blood” at it
My son was talking about his friend the "upside down clown" while I was putting him to bed one night.
Needless to say, not a fan of that concept.
My 3 yr old nephew peeled off one of his toe nails. When asked why,
"To see my skeleton."
I'm shuddering just hearing that. It is already painful when you just slightly bend your nail over. I cannot imagine ripping it off completely.
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2 things: My parents lost their first child when he was an infant. They lived in NY and had moved to Michigan 2 year later, then had my older brother in 1967, I was born in 1968. When my brother was 2 my dad was getting him dressed and he said "When I was a baby I died and you and mom were sad so I came back and we moved to Michigan" My dad freaked out completely because they never talked about the first baby dying, as my mom was severely traumatized by that. The 2nd one...My mom died and I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. When she was about 2 I would hear her giggling at night on the baby monitor. My best friend asked her what she was laughing about at night and she said "Nana Shirley...she's silly!" My best friend and I were completely freaked out by that.
My friend’s kid told us about a “pangel”. It rhymes with angel. He said it’s someone who flies up and goes out the window.
I guess kids saying creepy things is going to be a weekly thing on Bored Panda? Like the bridezilla stories, selfish spouse stories, in-laws behaving badly stories, etc. You guys are really in a rut.
when i was 2 or 3, my mom and i were in the car driving, and we were passing by some mountains (west washington near seattle) and i out of the blue said “i used to live on a mountain, and then my family got sick and died and i came to live with you” and my mom just froze. i continued to ask if we could get mcdonald’s.
2 things: My parents lost their first child when he was an infant. They lived in NY and had moved to Michigan 2 year later, then had my older brother in 1967, I was born in 1968. When my brother was 2 my dad was getting him dressed and he said "When I was a baby I died and you and mom were sad so I came back and we moved to Michigan" My dad freaked out completely because they never talked about the first baby dying, as my mom was severely traumatized by that. The 2nd one...My mom died and I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. When she was about 2 I would hear her giggling at night on the baby monitor. My best friend asked her what she was laughing about at night and she said "Nana Shirley...she's silly!" My best friend and I were completely freaked out by that.
My friend’s kid told us about a “pangel”. It rhymes with angel. He said it’s someone who flies up and goes out the window.
I guess kids saying creepy things is going to be a weekly thing on Bored Panda? Like the bridezilla stories, selfish spouse stories, in-laws behaving badly stories, etc. You guys are really in a rut.
when i was 2 or 3, my mom and i were in the car driving, and we were passing by some mountains (west washington near seattle) and i out of the blue said “i used to live on a mountain, and then my family got sick and died and i came to live with you” and my mom just froze. i continued to ask if we could get mcdonald’s.