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. .
When I was like 5 I thought there were monsters in my closet. Only thing was I grew less afraid of them over time and then I would say that they came into my room to protect me. It was Mike and Sully from Monsters Inc. There was also Good Dracula and Bad Dracula. Good Dracula protected me from Bad Dracula by putting a Bad Dracula-proof force field around my bed. Ofc, I didn’t know it was called a force field.
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I wouldn't be able turn my back away from that. I get so paranoid if my back isn't facing the wall, or if it's facing a window
when I was a kid I use to see things in the dark, I would hear things, something moving in the closet, something whispering, the only thing that would protect me was the light... I would freak TF out if I woke up in the middle of the night and my mom turned off the hallway light, if I was completely submerged in the dark.. the things could get me.. I am now 28 years old AND STILL TERRIFIED OF THE DARK.. lets just say I would rather the extremely high power bill over chancing the dark..
When I was younger, (I'm still very young but mature for my age) to get me to go to sleep for some reason I used to think that whenever I closed my eyes I would be transported to a place where I would be in a sleeping bag and there was a vampire with a cauldron who put the little girls who were pretending to sleep in it and the ones that were actually asleep got transported back because they tasted bad. I'm glad I don't take showers unless told to now.
I'm the exact opposite. I can't sleep with my back towards anything that I may be afraid of because I know it will creep up and get me! Just like I can't hang a hot foot/hand over the side of the bed.
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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.
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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 :)
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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.
according to my mom, at just under 2, when my grandfather was dying, i asked her who all the women were standing around him. she said it was just her and my grandmother but i said all seven of them could speak our dialect (my parents are immigrants). she immediately freaked out that his mother, aunts, and sisters who had passed before him had come down to help him pass on. He died later that day.
That's beautiful and not first time I hear this.
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We shouldn't dismiss what kids say they see or hear as just imagination. Kids are still innocent and have not been clouded by life yet. Once you make them believe it's just imagination, the veil between this life and the other side gets darker, and they stop seeing and hearing. It's a gift, and it should be honed and not squashed. Just my opinion.
When my daughter became able to talk, she indicated she didn't like the rug in her bedroom with the few words she had available. I didn't think anything of it. She'd occasionally tell me she didn't like it as her vocabulary improved. She then told me that the things on it moved in the dark. I figured it was an optical illusion. Then when she got older she said, "Mom, I know you don't care that the rug moves, but it tried to cover up my face last night so I couldn't breathe." Rug was replaced with a car track rug from Ikea. She started playing in her room (she never had before) and by all reports the new rug, and everything on it, is stationary.
About 2 years back, my son came out of his room and stopped...staring at our bedroom door. I asked what was wrong, he said "Who is the blonde lady?" I said, "What Blonde Lady?" He said, "The one that just went into your room." There was just me, my husband and my son in the apartment. Nah..I'm not tired. Imma stay right here in the living room.
A friend of mine said she grew up in a house where there were the spirits of two little boys..both in early 1920's clothing. They used to bounce balls around the house and play practical jokes. But she said there was something else in the basement. When her boyfriend went down to get something out of the freezer, a wind brushed past his face and said his name. Her boyfriend refused to ever go down in the basement again. She also said when her and the boyfriend got married, they moved into a townhouse. She said one time she woke up to see a teenage boy with a rock concert t-shirt standing next to her bed staring at her. Another time, her husband woke up and saw a woman dressed in a wedding gown at the foot of the bed.
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My youngest grandson who lives with his parent s next door has told them that there is a man in their laundry room. He doesn't want to go in there alone or have my daughter in law go in there. This has been going on for since time before i was told. When she did i immediately went and smudged the entire house. So far no more sightings. Then again my daughter in law told me that at the last sighting she went into the room and told him... you best leave my boy alone out i will tear you a new one in this life and the next. Mama is fierce!
Had a roomie who was getting deployed to Afghanistan, and my two oldest nieces were up to visit me during his Birthday. "Evie" and "Bug," have always been funny and weird, but during our discussion about the roomie's birthday plans, Bug (oldest, 8 y.o.) pulls me aside. She looked at him anxiously for a few minutes, then leans in and whispers: "He doesn't know it, but it's his last birthday so don't tell him." :| Roomie did not die, but came back a broken person who has become lost to drugs and alcohol, so make of that what you will.
Thats so frightening! She is older than most to relate that bit of foreshadowing...
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I have video of my then 4 year old standing at her bedroom window of the new house we moved to shouting, "No, don't say damnit it, we aren't supposed to say that word!" I asked what she was doing and she said there was a boy in the backyard saying damnit. It was dusk, there was no one out there (we were on the second story). I asked what he was doing and she said he was going into his black house. All the houses were beige and white. This went on for 20 minutes.
Kids perceive all kinds of things that we have been trained not to as we grow up. I saw so much stuff when I was a kid, and still have experiences that would be hard to explain scientifically.
We have a ghost at our house that only I can see and hear. She's been here since we bought the house in 1994 and I've heard her say my name. For some reason, she's only in the hall. I think it's my great grandma because of her shape and that she really liked me. She died when I was 2, in 1976. She has no other reason to be at our house and when she was alive, she also saw things. Maybe that's why we're bonded, who knows.
My aunt was an accountant in a private company. The owner of it had made a lot of debs and after that he made suicide. My aunt managed to help the company and prevent the dismissal of many employees, but she paid all the stress with cancer and soon afterward she died. Before her funeral my mom had a dream - she saw the aunt with some several years old boy in a bright robe. She asked my mom to bring some toys for him at her funeral. My mom didn't tell anyone about that strange dream before the ceremony but bring a teddy bear with her. She was a bit scared when turned out that everyone at the funeral has brought toys with them...
Then what happened? What did everyone say about the toys? Who was the boy in the bright robe??
Load More Replies... My then 4yo sister used to say there was a monster who lived in the pipes in our house. She also said there were headless chickens that came at night, and then there was Other Mommy who was friends with the chickens.
I had super bad night terrors when i was younger and really bad sleepwalking issues i still have them both, but not as bad...i also remember a lot of my night terrors they were so bad
I guess it can be creepy, because something uncanny coming out of a child's mouth is weird because you don't think a child could be thinking of something so.. strange? I don't know.
My parents used to live in an old house in Birmingham, AL. If you were in the house alone, especially in a back bedroom, you might hear what sounded like a really big person stomping down the hall and the sound would seem like they were coming right up to the door of the room you were in. If you looked, nada, nothing. My 3yo niece (at the time) asked my mom who the "Dogman" was. When asked who that was, she said, "That's the man who slams down the hall. He needs friends.". She told me about him once and said that he was right next to me. She said he had a face like a dog.
My daughter when she was around 4 told me she was here before. I asked here Oh, really, who were you? She replied, " I was ****'s grandfather." Her father, my now exhusband. I played it cool and asked her, So what was your name? SHe said, "Percy. Can I have some more bikkies?" Now I had no idea of my then husband's relatives, and neither did she. No one spoke of this guy. I asked M.I.L oh so casually of the grandparent's for a family tree. (never in a million years would I have said to her what my daughter had said) She told me his name was Percival. Me: - blank stare and hearing Twilight Zone music. Daughter also told me another time of how she used to push her father around, "In the white pram. I used to love doing that." Turns out another relative I had no idea of had died quite young and used to push him around in the white pram. Sheesh.....
I've read 10 and scrolled thru others... it's 3:30 am in pitch-black darkness, time to bed.
I would ask before buying has it been haunted at all, and then speak to the spirits and ask if you all can co exist if you bought the house. Don't feel strange. It is possible.
My niece had many imaginary friends when she was around 5. Once after a visit she told me one of them wanted to stay, since I wasn't feeling well. No thank you! Luckily all her invisible friends left with her. I know it's innocent, but it freaked me out anyway.
About 10 years ago I worked in a nursery, we were doing circle time and asked one of the kids who they wanted to dance with.. the kid pointed to the corner and said 'man' and started to walk towards him... the same room where you would go into in the morning and toys would be all over the floor like theyd been thrown 👻
ok so- my little step-sister is really creepy and here are two stories: i was walking with little claire in the woods, when she started talking about my dead bestfriend, "sissy, do you miss becky?" me: "yes i do, very much." sis: "why? shes following us!" 2: i walked to the graveyard to visit my dead sister, i visit her once a week when i got there i saw my step-sister at my sisters grave "what are you doing?" i asked. claire said, trying to connect to my true body.
I have a little brother who's special needs, (wheelchair, feeding tube, ect.) and our entire family is sure that he's guarded by angels every night. My older brother has seen them, my mom has seen them, and I'm pretty sure I've also seen them. It's kinda sweet, but it feels weird to think that I might not always be alone in the house when I think I am.
Always enjoy Bored Panda especially before I go to bed so I can forget all bad news of the day.
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.
Load More Replies... 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 :)
Load More Replies... 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.
according to my mom, at just under 2, when my grandfather was dying, i asked her who all the women were standing around him. she said it was just her and my grandmother but i said all seven of them could speak our dialect (my parents are immigrants). she immediately freaked out that his mother, aunts, and sisters who had passed before him had come down to help him pass on. He died later that day.
That's beautiful and not first time I hear this.
Load More Replies... We shouldn't dismiss what kids say they see or hear as just imagination. Kids are still innocent and have not been clouded by life yet. Once you make them believe it's just imagination, the veil between this life and the other side gets darker, and they stop seeing and hearing. It's a gift, and it should be honed and not squashed. Just my opinion.
When my daughter became able to talk, she indicated she didn't like the rug in her bedroom with the few words she had available. I didn't think anything of it. She'd occasionally tell me she didn't like it as her vocabulary improved. She then told me that the things on it moved in the dark. I figured it was an optical illusion. Then when she got older she said, "Mom, I know you don't care that the rug moves, but it tried to cover up my face last night so I couldn't breathe." Rug was replaced with a car track rug from Ikea. She started playing in her room (she never had before) and by all reports the new rug, and everything on it, is stationary.
About 2 years back, my son came out of his room and stopped...staring at our bedroom door. I asked what was wrong, he said "Who is the blonde lady?" I said, "What Blonde Lady?" He said, "The one that just went into your room." There was just me, my husband and my son in the apartment. Nah..I'm not tired. Imma stay right here in the living room.
A friend of mine said she grew up in a house where there were the spirits of two little boys..both in early 1920's clothing. They used to bounce balls around the house and play practical jokes. But she said there was something else in the basement. When her boyfriend went down to get something out of the freezer, a wind brushed past his face and said his name. Her boyfriend refused to ever go down in the basement again. She also said when her and the boyfriend got married, they moved into a townhouse. She said one time she woke up to see a teenage boy with a rock concert t-shirt standing next to her bed staring at her. Another time, her husband woke up and saw a woman dressed in a wedding gown at the foot of the bed.
Load More Replies... My youngest grandson who lives with his parent s next door has told them that there is a man in their laundry room. He doesn't want to go in there alone or have my daughter in law go in there. This has been going on for since time before i was told. When she did i immediately went and smudged the entire house. So far no more sightings. Then again my daughter in law told me that at the last sighting she went into the room and told him... you best leave my boy alone out i will tear you a new one in this life and the next. Mama is fierce!
Had a roomie who was getting deployed to Afghanistan, and my two oldest nieces were up to visit me during his Birthday. "Evie" and "Bug," have always been funny and weird, but during our discussion about the roomie's birthday plans, Bug (oldest, 8 y.o.) pulls me aside. She looked at him anxiously for a few minutes, then leans in and whispers: "He doesn't know it, but it's his last birthday so don't tell him." :| Roomie did not die, but came back a broken person who has become lost to drugs and alcohol, so make of that what you will.
Thats so frightening! She is older than most to relate that bit of foreshadowing...
Load More Replies... I have video of my then 4 year old standing at her bedroom window of the new house we moved to shouting, "No, don't say damnit it, we aren't supposed to say that word!" I asked what she was doing and she said there was a boy in the backyard saying damnit. It was dusk, there was no one out there (we were on the second story). I asked what he was doing and she said he was going into his black house. All the houses were beige and white. This went on for 20 minutes.
Kids perceive all kinds of things that we have been trained not to as we grow up. I saw so much stuff when I was a kid, and still have experiences that would be hard to explain scientifically.
We have a ghost at our house that only I can see and hear. She's been here since we bought the house in 1994 and I've heard her say my name. For some reason, she's only in the hall. I think it's my great grandma because of her shape and that she really liked me. She died when I was 2, in 1976. She has no other reason to be at our house and when she was alive, she also saw things. Maybe that's why we're bonded, who knows.
My aunt was an accountant in a private company. The owner of it had made a lot of debs and after that he made suicide. My aunt managed to help the company and prevent the dismissal of many employees, but she paid all the stress with cancer and soon afterward she died. Before her funeral my mom had a dream - she saw the aunt with some several years old boy in a bright robe. She asked my mom to bring some toys for him at her funeral. My mom didn't tell anyone about that strange dream before the ceremony but bring a teddy bear with her. She was a bit scared when turned out that everyone at the funeral has brought toys with them...
Then what happened? What did everyone say about the toys? Who was the boy in the bright robe??
Load More Replies... My then 4yo sister used to say there was a monster who lived in the pipes in our house. She also said there were headless chickens that came at night, and then there was Other Mommy who was friends with the chickens.
I had super bad night terrors when i was younger and really bad sleepwalking issues i still have them both, but not as bad...i also remember a lot of my night terrors they were so bad
I guess it can be creepy, because something uncanny coming out of a child's mouth is weird because you don't think a child could be thinking of something so.. strange? I don't know.
My parents used to live in an old house in Birmingham, AL. If you were in the house alone, especially in a back bedroom, you might hear what sounded like a really big person stomping down the hall and the sound would seem like they were coming right up to the door of the room you were in. If you looked, nada, nothing. My 3yo niece (at the time) asked my mom who the "Dogman" was. When asked who that was, she said, "That's the man who slams down the hall. He needs friends.". She told me about him once and said that he was right next to me. She said he had a face like a dog.
My daughter when she was around 4 told me she was here before. I asked here Oh, really, who were you? She replied, " I was ****'s grandfather." Her father, my now exhusband. I played it cool and asked her, So what was your name? SHe said, "Percy. Can I have some more bikkies?" Now I had no idea of my then husband's relatives, and neither did she. No one spoke of this guy. I asked M.I.L oh so casually of the grandparent's for a family tree. (never in a million years would I have said to her what my daughter had said) She told me his name was Percival. Me: - blank stare and hearing Twilight Zone music. Daughter also told me another time of how she used to push her father around, "In the white pram. I used to love doing that." Turns out another relative I had no idea of had died quite young and used to push him around in the white pram. Sheesh.....
I've read 10 and scrolled thru others... it's 3:30 am in pitch-black darkness, time to bed.
I would ask before buying has it been haunted at all, and then speak to the spirits and ask if you all can co exist if you bought the house. Don't feel strange. It is possible.
My niece had many imaginary friends when she was around 5. Once after a visit she told me one of them wanted to stay, since I wasn't feeling well. No thank you! Luckily all her invisible friends left with her. I know it's innocent, but it freaked me out anyway.
About 10 years ago I worked in a nursery, we were doing circle time and asked one of the kids who they wanted to dance with.. the kid pointed to the corner and said 'man' and started to walk towards him... the same room where you would go into in the morning and toys would be all over the floor like theyd been thrown 👻
ok so- my little step-sister is really creepy and here are two stories: i was walking with little claire in the woods, when she started talking about my dead bestfriend, "sissy, do you miss becky?" me: "yes i do, very much." sis: "why? shes following us!" 2: i walked to the graveyard to visit my dead sister, i visit her once a week when i got there i saw my step-sister at my sisters grave "what are you doing?" i asked. claire said, trying to connect to my true body.
I have a little brother who's special needs, (wheelchair, feeding tube, ect.) and our entire family is sure that he's guarded by angels every night. My older brother has seen them, my mom has seen them, and I'm pretty sure I've also seen them. It's kinda sweet, but it feels weird to think that I might not always be alone in the house when I think I am.
Always enjoy Bored Panda especially before I go to bed so I can forget all bad news of the day.
