As you’re asleep like a burnt-out log, your weird kid’s imagination is running errands in the next room. Whatever happens, it will come to light with the morning sun. After hearing scary stories about the "poultry-geist" staring at your little one from the closet, you can’t help but feel chills going down your spine.
It’s a known fact that kids are creepy—from drawing weird stuff inspired by some undetected evil force to introducing their invisible best friend that’s in front of you right now. We can come up with many explanations for the creepy things kids say, but there’s surely a limit to what can be made rational. These parents on Twitter have been sharing the creepy things their scary kids have told them, and we won’t judge if there’s a house or two being put up for sale at this very moment.
Grab your blanket before reading some of the best tweets that we've found, it’s about to get chilly. If these things kids say hit close to home for you, there’s no better place to have a low-key therapy session than the comment section!
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That's actually sweet, maybe they wanted to see their granddaughter because they never got to see her.
Okaaay....a bit like the time I opened the window to let the cat out and saw two men at the corner of the house. I closed the window and went to tell my folks only to see the same two men standing in the passage. I screamed, ran back into my bedroom and continued to scream until my mother managed to push the door open to calm me down. At lease the little old lady who came to visit me one night had a kindly demeanour and told me that all would be well with my grandmother who had bronchitis. The first incident was when I was about 12, the second I was 20 going on 21.Weird..
I had a similar experience when babysitting my cousin, he was around 10, about midnight I heard noises from his room, went up to check and he was stood in the middle of the room staring at his TV which just had white noise on really loud, I asked if he was okay and he slowly turned around and just stared through me! he was asleep with his eyes open, but I just left him to it....never babysat him again!
I truly believe kids can see and understand things we can't.
That is the beginning of a fantastic story. Janie grew up surrounded by friends, invisible to the world. While the rest of her class was listening to the teacher Janie was listening tothe amazing stories of her friends. They would tell her about the lives they had lead and all of the wonderful places they had been. Her friends told her what it was like to live and what it was like to die. As she got older she began to question them why no one else could see them. They told her simply, she is the cloth keeper. Janie accepted this without question for many years before finally asking what a cloth keeper was. The cloth keeper is the one who tends to the cloth of humanity woven together by our shared stories. Janie would know the stories and pull and weave the threads to strengthen the bond and enrich the human experience. Rebelling against her destiny occupied her for most of her adolescence. Then embraced her destiny and set about to do the best she could.
I remember this like it was yesterday. I thought there was a witch in the closet at daycare. I don't know if someone told me there was or what but I screamed every day my mom took me there and she had to change day cares. I drive by it sometimes and the the witch is the first thing I think of. .
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When I was a kid in the early 80's I used to play in a graveyard across the street from my house. It was the oldest graveyard in the area, long closed and unused by then. There was an elderly man named Ebby who would tell me stories about all the people buried there. Stories about small things like 'June over there made the best apple pies in the valley!' and 'That's Jake, when I was a kid we all thought he was an outlaw in hiding, turned out after he died he was a famous bank robber and cattle rustler!' I would often bring up these stories up conversations with my teachers and relatives. I never managed to introduce Ebby to Mom, he was always gone when Mom called for me. We moved to FL when I was 11, and I forgot about him. Went back when I was 19 to visit my Dad and decided to see if I could find Ebby's grave to say hi. ...
Did some research and ended up at the museum/ historical society. The only 'Ebby' associated with the graveyard was Ebenezer Chailont, the last mortician/ caretaker of that cemetery and the last person to be buried there... in 1948. I found a picture, and it was a pic of Ebby standing next to a coffin. He had no surviving children or relatives, so I still can't explain it. I've been able to verify about half of the stories he told me, but there was no way that 6-7yo me could have known any of those things. No idea who I was actually talking to, but I think that was the first step on my path to becoming a mortician myself.
What a wonderful story, and thank you for the job you do.
@2WheelTravlr Thanks so much. It's a hard job at times, but I love embalming and can't wait to get back to it.
Maybe BP is trying to tell me I need to comment more with this glitch. I could recite poetry or something? I dunno.
Graveyards are never closed and are always in use.(for all of you downvoting me you don't think the dead people are using the graveyard 24/7?)
True, but this graveyard had been abandoned since the 1950's. Ebby was often puttering about trying to restore stones and do some gardening, but it was a huge place and 1 old man and 1 little girl couldn't make much of a dent in 30 years of neglect. It was even worse when I went back in the mid 90's. I currently send money every month to the historical society to pay for upkeep and restoration work, but it's not a lot and only one person goes out a few times a month to work on it.
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My son has told me freaky stuff, but the creepiest has to be when he was 5 yrs. we were talking and out of nowhere he says ,'Mum, you know before papa was born, I was your dad and you were my baby?' there was silence for some 2 minutes then he proceeded to say, 'we had to go back before papa was born so that we can come back to him. I'm happy I am with you again, even though now you are my mother.' This still freaks me out.
I like the idea you are with your family for all ages :)
Unless someone in your family is an a-hole. Imagine that individual coming around again and again...
My 5 year old crawled into my lap, grabbed my face in her hands, looked at me quite sincerely and said "Mama, I love you and I promise I will never ever kill you". I was not reassured by this.
That's freaking creepy af
When I was a kid in the early 80's I used to play in a graveyard across the street from my house. It was the oldest graveyard in the area, long closed and unused by then. There was an elderly man named Ebby who would tell me stories about all the people buried there. Stories about small things like 'June over there made the best apple pies in the valley!' and 'That's Jake, when I was a kid we all thought he was an outlaw in hiding, turned out after he died he was a famous bank robber and cattle rustler!' I would often bring up these stories up conversations with my teachers and relatives. I never managed to introduce Ebby to Mom, he was always gone when Mom called for me. We moved to FL when I was 11, and I forgot about him. Went back when I was 19 to visit my Dad and decided to see if I could find Ebby's grave to say hi. ...
Did some research and ended up at the museum/ historical society. The only 'Ebby' associated with the graveyard was Ebenezer Chailont, the last mortician/ caretaker of that cemetery and the last person to be buried there... in 1948. I found a picture, and it was a pic of Ebby standing next to a coffin. He had no surviving children or relatives, so I still can't explain it. I've been able to verify about half of the stories he told me, but there was no way that 6-7yo me could have known any of those things. No idea who I was actually talking to, but I think that was the first step on my path to becoming a mortician myself.
What a wonderful story, and thank you for the job you do.
@2WheelTravlr Thanks so much. It's a hard job at times, but I love embalming and can't wait to get back to it.
Maybe BP is trying to tell me I need to comment more with this glitch. I could recite poetry or something? I dunno.
Graveyards are never closed and are always in use.(for all of you downvoting me you don't think the dead people are using the graveyard 24/7?)
True, but this graveyard had been abandoned since the 1950's. Ebby was often puttering about trying to restore stones and do some gardening, but it was a huge place and 1 old man and 1 little girl couldn't make much of a dent in 30 years of neglect. It was even worse when I went back in the mid 90's. I currently send money every month to the historical society to pay for upkeep and restoration work, but it's not a lot and only one person goes out a few times a month to work on it.
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My son has told me freaky stuff, but the creepiest has to be when he was 5 yrs. we were talking and out of nowhere he says ,'Mum, you know before papa was born, I was your dad and you were my baby?' there was silence for some 2 minutes then he proceeded to say, 'we had to go back before papa was born so that we can come back to him. I'm happy I am with you again, even though now you are my mother.' This still freaks me out.
I like the idea you are with your family for all ages :)
Unless someone in your family is an a-hole. Imagine that individual coming around again and again...
My 5 year old crawled into my lap, grabbed my face in her hands, looked at me quite sincerely and said "Mama, I love you and I promise I will never ever kill you". I was not reassured by this.
That's freaking creepy af