Not only kids are funny and witty, but it turns out that they can also communicate with spirits and can come up with the scariest stories ever. Don't believe it? There are many theories that kids can really see ghosts because they don't have the social norms and life limitations fully 'installed' into them. Whether it's true or not, these not-so-funny kids in our list below have conjured up ghost stories that no adult could come up with.
Compiled by Bored Panda, this collection of creepy things kids say is sure to freak you out. From kids who love their parents so much, they want to cut off their heads and carry them around, to children who can see invisible things lurking in the darkest corners of the house, you'll never look at your scary kids in the same way again. Kids say the darndest things, and there's no better proof than these real stories!
I was with my sister, her husband, and their two year old daughter. We were talking about loved ones that had recently passed (my father had died sometime recently). My brother in law went and grabbed a picture of his mother, who had died in a car crash when he was six, to show me.
When my niece saw the picture though she started laughing. We asked her what was so funny and she looked at us and said "that's my special friend who sings to me".
I still shiver a bit just thinking about it.
"Go back to sleep, there isn't anything under your bed".
"He is behind you now".
Still haven't gotten over that one and shiver at the memory.
Walking past an old cemetery, my (then) 3-year-old son casually said, "My brother is in there." When I reminded him that he didn't have a brother, he said, "No, Mama... from before. When the other lady was my mommy."
I was tucking in my two year old. He said "Good bye dad". I said, "No, we say good night". He said "I know. But this time its good bye"
Had to check on him a few times to make sure he was still here.
My sister got hit by a drunk driver in April and it totalled her car. She had my 4 year old nephew and my infant niece with her. When my mom arrived at the hospital my nephew asked her if he would thank the big guys. What big guys Kaiden? Grammy, the big guys that were in the car with me when it got loud and scary and they hugged me with their arms and kept me safe. Even the insurance adjuster cannot explain how either child escaped with not a scratch.
When my cousin was 2 years old or so, her mom got pregnant again. One day she went to hug her mom's belly and said "little brother sick".
A few days later she had a miscarriage...
When my son was small, I was talking to him about growing potatoes. I described how you bank up the earth around them as they grow, and he said "I used to do that when I was an old man".
Getting my two and a half year old daughter out of the bath one night, my wife and I were briefing her on how important it was she kept her privates clean. She casually replied "Oh, nobody 'scroofs' me there. They tried one night. They kicked the door in and tried but I fought back. I died and now I'm here." She said this like it was nothing.
Why are you crying?
What bad man?
"There." Points behind me at a dark corner of the room.
Lamp on bookshelf next to said darkened corner falls off as soon as I turn to look.
She slept in our bed that night.
My 3 year old daughter stood next to her new born brother and looked at him for awhile then turned and looked at me and said, "Daddy its a monster... we should bury it."
My mother was babysitting my daughter while I was at a doctor’s appointment and said: “Oh no, Grandma. Mama’s not coming any more today. She was in a bad, bad accident. She can’t come get us.” I had indeed been in an accident that almost killed me at that exact time. None of my family had yet been notified.
My sister, Hailey, was born exactly two months after our great-grandmother died. One day Hailey woke up and informed us it was her 95th birthday. When we tried to reason with her she started crying, saying that her real name was Irene (my granny’s name), not Hailey. This lasted all day, and the next day she didn’t remember anything.
I was sound asleep, and at around 6am I was woken up by my 4 year old daughters face inches from mine. She looked right into my eyes and whispered, "I want to peel all your skin off".
The backstory here is I had been sunburned the previous week, and was starting to peel. In my sleep addled state however, it was pretty terrifying for a few seconds. I didn't know if I was dreaming, or what was going on.
My 4 year old son and I were waiting for our food at Panera. While we stood there, he started rubbing my belly and talking to it. I asked him what he was doing; he said that he was talking to the baby. I informed him that I was not pregnant. And he said "there IS a baby in your belly...I just saw it crawl across the floor and climb up into you".
“Just today, my 4-year-old son told me, ‘I think we live in a pretend world and someone is playing with us.’ I asked him what he meant, and it got even weirder: ‘Well, it seems like someone does things to us, but we can’t see them because we are in this world and they are not."
My 4 year old has an imaginary friend named John. He's had him for a while, but a few months ago he came to me, completely serious and said, "Big John said he loves you." and then walked away. Now he has always referred to him as his Buddy John. Foe example, " My buddy John and I...."
My grandfather's name was John and everyone used to call him Big John. He passed away when I was 6 years old. We lived with him at the time of his passing and he was such a huge part of my life. I have never referred to him as Big John or even John when speaking about him, always just grandpa.
My sister described her “imaginary” friend, saying: “He sits on my bed and waits for his mom. He’s not allowed to go home by himself because of his arm.” I asked what happened to his arm, and she said: “His mom ran him over when he was drawing with chalk. That’s why he’s always crying, because he doesn’t like being dead.”
My 5 year old asked me when he is going to be 23- I told him in 18 years- he replied- well, I hope don't die again- cause that's how old I was the last time I went to heaven.
My family has recently moved to a new home in a new country. It was a well-furnished apartment, and in our bedroom was a painting that looked like hair free-flowing in the air. It wasn’t a pleasant or soothing painting, but I was trying to make peace with it. My son was 2½ years old then. One day I was settling him down for an afternoon nap in my bedroom, when he said, ‘I don’t wanna sleep in this room.’ I asked him why, and he said, ‘This painting looks at me and tries to talk to me, and I don’t like it.’”
On my way from work, my 3 year old daughter in the back seat, we'd pass a very old cemetery every day. She used to tell me the people in there were waving to her. I would tell her there was nobody there, and I explained what a cemetery was. She was ADAMANT she saw people, and a school, and a store, and they'd wave to her. This went on for several months, and every day she'd tell me. I was telling this to a co-worker who lived in the area, and was a history buff. He then researched the cemetery, and told me the area was actually the site of where soldiers fought in the war, and they were buried there. They also made a very tiny town for a small time, Samptown, and there was a school, and a little store, and some people lived there. If that wasn't enough to freak me out, one day driving past my daughter told me a lady "in there" wanted her to come in. I found a different route home after that.
My mom told me that when I was a kid, around the age of 4, I would go to my great-grandmother everyday to spend some time with her, and everytime I was going home, I would say to her (as a good reigious child I was): "God be with you", but one time, when I was leaving, I told her: "Go with god". Acording to my mom, she (my mom) correct me, but I insist in saying "Go with god".
That night, my great-grandmother died.
I have had multiple miscarriages.
My daughter: I met your babies that died, in my dream. They want you to know that you're a good mom.
My daughter was three, and I was getting her ready for the day. She had been waking up with nightmares almost every night for a month or two. I asked what she wanted for breakfast, and she told me she wanted to share it with the dead baby in her closet. I thought she meant one of her dolls, but when I pulled them out, she said "no, not a doll, the dead one that sleeps on the closet floor at night."
We were driving down a dark, snowy highway late one evening - final stretch of a 16- hour-long road trip. My son, who was around 4 or 5 at the time, was in the back seat and becoming a bit restless. He suddenly covered his face with a blanket and announced loudly, "I don't want to get glass on my face!" A few moments later, a pick-up truck towing some snowmobiles pulled out in front of a tractor trailer a few cars in front of us and got hit, spinning out into the median. Fortunately, we avoided.
When I was about 3 we had a cat that had still born kittens. I asked my father if we could make crosses for them, which he did. As he was making them I asked: "aren't those too small?",
Dad: "What do you Mean?"
Me: "aren't we going to nail them to them?"
Dad: (after several moments silence) "we're not going to do that"
“On a flight with my son, the plane took off and hit a couple bumps. The passengers were being somewhat quiet when my son yelled, ‘WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!"
My 3-year-old son was softly singing while he was coloring. I stopped to listen, but I had never heard the song before. I asked where he learned it, and he said: “The lady in my bedroom sang it to me.”
Not creepy, but sad. My best friend died and I was trying to get back to my hometown for the funeral. I got overwhelmed with grief and laid my head down on my desk and started crying. My daughter came into the kitchen and asked me what was wrong (she was 8 at the time). I told her I was so sad because my friend died and I was missing her so much. My kiddo said, "don't be so sad, mommy, she's standing right next to you!" I still get goosebumps just thinking about it!
When I was about 4, my mom found me in the bathroom with all my Barbies, making them float facedown in the bath. When she asked what I was doing, I replied: “The man in the wardrobe told me if I didn’t do it, it would be my turn to swim facedown.”
My step dad passed away, and my nephew had to stay at my moms for the night while they dealt with things and they were struggling on how to tell him about his grandfather's passing. In the morning they broke the news to him, but he already knew. Said paw paw and his war buddies, he named them, were in there teaching him how to play poker cuz he was all alone. The kid will clear a poker table to this day.
“My 6-year old came home from school one day, bursting through the door with tears streaming down her face. ‘I miss my other family,’ she said. ‘What other family?’ I asked, thinking she may have been talking about her grandparents, or other friends or relatives. ‘My alien robot family,’ she explained, continuing to explain that she lived with them in the sky before she came into my tummy. She chose to come down because she was angry with them, and chose our family, but now she missed them and wanted to go back for a visit.”
A huge thunder storm one night my son about four at the time put his hands on the sliding glass doors and says " oh god don't take me I'm too young to die, (looks back at my mom) take gramma she is old!"
Last year my daughter kept crying and telling me I was going to die at 33 like my dad. I never told her or remember telling anyone while she was around that my dad died when he was 33.
Well... I am 33 years old and I have to say I have been living carefully this year. Hoping to make it until next month when I turn 34.
“The other week, I was reading my 2-year-old daughter a bedtime story. When we finished, we were talking about been scared of ghosts, monsters, trolls, etc. and she turned to me and said, ‘Daddy, I’m not scared of ghosts.’ I asked, ‘Why’s that?’ to which she replied, ‘Because the one that comes into my room at night and strokes my hair is a nice one.’”
When I was really little I pointed to a tree outside my house and said to my family: “That tree is going to die.” No one thought anything of it, but the next morning it randomly fell over and crushed my grandpa’s car.
My 6 year old daughter in the passenger seat a few days ago looked at me and said "Dad. When I'm seven I'm going to kill you. No wait when I'm eight". I had to ask so "How are you going to do that?". She smiled and said "I'm gonna drive over your head with this car".
We were on our way home to Alabama from Texas and my son was in the backseat and he said "mommy, who's the man in the backseat with me?"
It was just us two. No one else with us (that I could see). I asked him to describe him and he said "he's just black with red eyes. He's scaring me."
So, I pulled over and out his seat in the front with me and he said the man looked like he wanted to eat me when I moved him.
So there's that.
My son always says odd things. Usually they're funny but this one threw me for a loop.
He is 8. I was telling him how much I love him and thanks for being in my life. He said. I didn't choose this life. I couldn't control how it began. But I can control how it ends.
My niece drew a picture "of a man in her room" that she kept telling her parents about. He had two different colored eyes, and one was gray. When asked why it was gray, she responded "because he can see the storm coming."
My 6-year-old nephew told my brother that everyone on Earth was a figment of "Jonah's" imagination and that when "Jonah" wakes up, we'll all disappear. When asked who Jonah is, he replied VERBATIM: "he's the one who sleeps. The dreamer in the dream." Made my skin crawl the first time he told me.
"So I shouldn't throw him in the fire?"
3 year old daughter holding her baby brother for the first time.
My youngest now 5 started talking super early; like full sentence talking, everyone was shocked by how well he talked for his age.(3 older siblings) So at a year in a half he would tell me he begged God to let me be his mommy. He would says things like "I was an angel in heaven" and "I had another mommy but I wanted you", "I'm so glad God let you be my mommy". We weren't super religious at the time and I just hadn't found a church so it was really random to hear him talk about God, heaven and Angels especially before my other kids actually leaned about religion.
I had just took a pregnancy test that came up positive confirming I was pregnant with our 4th baby. I was pretty freaked out and a little surprised and had to keep a straight face because we had company at the time and my husband didn't even know I was taking it. I leave the bathroom and sit on the couch. My oldest son (barely 5 years old at the time) comes over to me acting giddy and goofy and as soon as everyone is out of the living room says to me in a whisper voice "Mom, I know". Me, having not said a single thing about it didn't know what he was referring to. "Know what?" I say back with a smile, thinking he's just being goofy. "That there's a baby in your belly!" He whispers with a huge grin and runs off.
I felt like I had seen a ghost! To this day I have no clue how he could have known that when I myself had just found out minutes before! When I asked him later how he knew, he responded "I just knew!".
When my youngest daughter was about 2-3 we were just talking and she said "I died all by myself" I asked her why she was talking about. She said "not when you was my mommy, when I lived with my old mommy. She had brown skin and so did I. The spider bit me and I died all by myself!" She is deathly afraid of spiders still and she is almost 13!!
My four year old son said, "Daddy, I want to drill into your tummy, crawl inside and eat your dinner." The food was ok but I didn't think it was worth that much effort.
A little neighbor kid I use to babysit was quietly playing with his toys when, without looking up, he says to me, "you look so different now." I had to ask him what he meant. "You mean how different I look with makeup?" And he said, "no, a long long time ago. A LONG long time ago." He seemed frustrated, like he couldn't find the right words. He then looked up, studied my face and said, "well, not that different. You're still pretty."
It was the strangest compliment I've ever received.
“My daughter and I were reading on the couch one Sunday morning. It was raining outside. We were wrapped up warm in a blanket. She had a cup of tea. I had that perfect Americano. Life was good. My daughter looked up at me and said, ‘Dad, when you die can I cut you open and look inside?’ I choked a bit on my coffee. My wife simply turned around and did an about-face and walked back upstairs. ‘Sure, I said.’ She looked up at me, smiling.”
When my son was 2 I told him to be careful when he was jumping around. He said "it's ok mom, grandpa George is watching me". My dad passed away when my son was 2 months old and we hadn't really talked about him.
Not a parent, but a former teacher.
I taught English in a school in Spain, and I wasn't supposed to let the kids know that I speak Spanish (so that they are forced to communicate in English). A 10-year-old girl comes up to me one day, grabs me by the hand, and says, with the most horrifying straight face ever, "Te vas a la muerte", or "you're going to die". I was so shocked at the randomness of it that my jaw must have dropped. She then laughed her head off and said, "HA! You DO speak Spanish!". She then skipped away, laughing and smiling.
Creepiest thing a kid has ever said to me. And probably the most clever thing a kid ever did while I was a teacher.
“My daughter’s friend’s dad, Ian, came in for a cup of tea one day when he came to pick his daughter up. My girl, Izzy, was playing with a toy sword. Ian said to her, ‘You know, Izzy, the pen is mightier than the sword.’ Izzy said, ‘I know, yeah, because you can stab someone in the neck with a pen."
“I regularly babysit two girls, 3 and 5 years old. Both blonde with huge blue eyes and big smiles, they are the creepiest people I have ever met. Once, after I picked them up from day care, I tried to get them excited for dinner, seeing as they don’t normally eat that much when I’m there. I asked them in an overly excited voice, ‘Hey guys, what do you want for dinner?’ The eldest looks at me, runs away and hides behind a corner; sticking her head out, she whispers, ‘I want skinned babysitter."
My five year-old: "Mom, I need you to throw away two of my barbies."
Her: "Because they looked back at me."
When our dog died, without us yet having properly attempted to explain death, our then two year old said, "All her thoughts left her body".
My son (about 6) asked my mother to lay down on her stomach, then he sat on her butt and started bouncing up and down and proclaimed, "Now we're mating like reptiles!" Thanks Discovery Channel!
I work at a summer camp and one day I was playing with this kid who was jumping off of things and onto me. I said: “Hey, be careful. If you kill me I can’t play with you anymore.” He looked me dead in the eyes and said: “No, but I can play with you.”
On the playground my daughter points to the swing next to her. "Mommy, come push my ghost friend Flossie".......Flossie was my Great Grandmother who passed before I was born.
My 2 year old has never met my step-grandmother who passed away a few years back. We called her Mimie.
When I took her to my dads (they live in Mimie's old house), she played upstairs in Mimie's old craft room, I thought nothing of it.
Then, i went home a few days later and my daughter was asking me to take her back to Papa's. I said we'd go another day... This was our convo:
Me: yes, baby we'll go see papa soon. Later this week.
Her: nanny? (My stepmom)
Me: yes baby. Nanny will be there too
Her: Pipie? (Step gpa)
Me: yes, Pipie too.
Her: Mimie! Mimie! Mimie!
Me: are you saying Mimie?
Her *nods frantically*
I have never told her about Mimie and neither has any of my family.
My child would talk to the bathroom wall to her imaginary friend. When I asked who she was talking to, she said the boy from the coal mine. We had a mine shaft running next to our house. Nope. Just nope.
My friend's 7 year old kid pretended to put me in jail. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: "What did I do? Forget to brush my teeth? Didn't do my homework?"
Her: "You murdered a 23 year old woman while she was jogging in the early morning."
Child had woken up early so she was watching cartoons next to me in my bed while I tried to wake up.
I'd heard a funny sound downstairs earlier that I mentally blamed on the dogs.
Then kiddo leans over to me and remarks "Oh, there's a man in the house."
AWAKE AWAKE AWAKE
(Never found anything, never got any further details from her.)
Living just in front of a crematorium my 2 yr old ran into my room and said mommy come meet my new friend Eric in my closet he said he thinks he's dead! Turned out a 6 yr old boy had passed away a few days before that. She's been obsessed with death and ghosts ever since. Driving down the road a few months ago there were some road workers on the other side near some woods. She says mommy those men are looking for the dead body in the woods. The bad man killed him. Oddly I believed her. Sure enough someone had been found in those exact woods a few years prior to that. She's always telling me about dead people and how they died.
My 5 year old son, out of the clear blue sky, tells me while we're snuggling for bed time:
Mom, when you die after the funeral I'm going to take you back home with me. I will chop off your head and shake out your guts. Then I will put it on the table by my bed so I can look at your face before I go to sleep and always remember that I really love you!
A little serial killer-ish but it shows how deep he loves his mommy!
My daughter, about 5 years old at the time, riding with me in my truck. A gnat, mosquito, bug of some kind is buzzing around her and bothering her, so she's complaining about it, so I told her to just swat it. She visually follows it until it's against the passenger window, and quickly smashes it with her hand.
She then turns to me, with the strangest look in her eyes, and says "That was my first time killing something."
When her father asked her why she had done some particularly demented thing, my friend's daughter answered, "I don't know, I'm not driving this thing. I'm just along for the ride!"
My neighbor was babysitting my daughter one day while I was at work. They were sitting in the dining room, playing with Littlest Pet Shop toys. My daughter was very into the game and asked "do you know what it feels like to die?" And my neighbor said "uh, no." My daughter asked "do you want to?" And my neighbor said "uh, no!" My daughter creepily looked at her and said "then leave. me. alone!"
When my nephew was 5, he offered me a cookie. When I reached out to accept it, he pulled it away from me and told me he wasn't offering it to me, but to the person standing behind me...there was no one else there.
To our 3-year-old son: "What would you do if we had another baby?"
Our son: "I'd kill it."
This wasn't creepy for me but when my daughter was 3 she told me she had played with a dog before in her room. She said the dog was brown, tan, and white. I had to put down my husky 2 weeks before my daughter was born same exact color. She didn't know at age 3 that I had had a dog those colors.
“I was out with my little puppy. A kid of about four years old came up to me, excited to pet her. His dad said ‘be gentle’ as the kid was heavily hitting her head, thinking he was stroking her nicely, as kids do. Then the kid looked at me and said, ‘If I hug it really hard, all its blood and guts will come out everywhere.’ The dad excused them both and left.”
My triplets once told me, "we used to hear a man talking to us in our old house but we could never find him."
My 8yr old daughter last year told me "Mom, I love you and all...but sometimes I don't think you're you."
It completely caught me off guard. So I asked her what she meant by that followed with "of course I'm me, honey. Who else would I be?"
"Well, sometimes I feel like my real mom was taken away and you are just a creature wearing her skin."
My son said that Christians are obviously the worst drivers. When I asked why, he said because all you ever see are crosses on the sides of the road.
Before my sister was born my mum had a miscarriage. A few years later when my sister was 3, she told my mom that January was not her real birthday. Her real birthday was in September. That's when the baby my mom lost was due. No one had told my sister about it.
My niece was sitting on the couch with a weird look on her face. Her mom asked her what she was thinking about, and she said, "I'm imagining the waves of blood rushing over me."
My little cousin once told me he wished he could cut off my hand so that he could hold my hand even when I wasn't there.
I was explaining to my niece the difference between things that can and can't change about people- she was confused because she'd met a set of three siblings and the eldest wasn't the tallest.
So I told her that one day even SHE, an itty bitty four year old could be taller than me, a big huge grownup. But even if she was taller, I would always be older.
She looked me serious as you like and says "you'll be dead sooner too."
I woke up to find my 3-year-old son lying in bed next to me. I asked how he got in my bed, and he said he came to protect me from “the light eyes” that were standing over me while I was sleeping.
I’m a nanny for a toddler who’s still learning to talk. As we walked through our local cemetery, which is normal in our neighborhood, she pointed at the area above the graves, saying: “People! Look, people!” over and over again.
Driving along with my 3 year old, "it's ok mommy." me: "whats ok" "My stepmother will be nice to me, not like cinderella." "ok...what stepmother?" (I'm happily married to her Dad.) "the one I'll get when you die." "Wait, how am I dying?" "a robber is going to come in the window and shoot you." "are you worried about mommy dying?" "no. cuz my step moms going to be really nice!" the entire conversation was totally calm on her part.
In our old house, my daughter would refuse to sleep in her room. She would come downstairs and say things were moving, but the scariest one was when she came downstairs in tears and said "Something was tickling my back but I can't see it". I never made her sleep alone again. We put her bed in my son's room after that and since moved from the house (where all of us had "experiences" much worse than she had).
My 3 year old daughter and I were talking to her older brother on Facetime when she starts screaming and squirming.. She said "mommy my pappy is here" both her grandfather's had passed away before she was born. I said "who? What pappy and where is he?" She points to my phone as we're talking to my son and says "he's standing behind Eric" pointing at my phone. My son turned around to look from his phone and chatting with us, when my fully charged phone dies. She said "pap did that"
In the middle of the night, my little sister turned to me and said: “Do you hear them talking?” But it was dead silent…
I have a much younger cousin that always called his parents by their first names. When he was about 3-4 years old he started talking about his "real parents" that were killed in a car accident. My aunt and uncle are his biological parents. He was an uneasy baby too and my dad often looked at him and would say, he doesnt want to be here.
I used to work at a daycare that was adjacent to a large cemetery. Sometimes the kids would gather at the fence and stare into the cemetery talking about a little boy they wanted to play with. As it turns out, the part of the cemetery that bordered that fence was the same part where all the kids/babies were buried. It really freaked out some of the girls that worked there.
When my niece was around three or four years old, she told me she used to have a baby but it drowned. The baby was called Peanut Butter, but still.
I have a 3-year-old daughter. She tells me that a red man comes into her room at night through her window. She said he hurts her and stares at her while she is in her bed. I have no idea where she would get the material for this story... I've locked her window for her and pulled the blinds, all in an attempt to convince her that no one is getting in through her window. Sometimes, in the morning, she'll say "It didn't work, Momma, Consequences got in last night again."
When my youngest child was about 6, she asked me how old I was. Now being only 37 at the time, I was thinking I had a few good years left. But when I told her my age, she gasped and said, ‘Mom, you’re almost DEAD!"
At my grandmother's funeral, my then 2 year old daughter crawled up on the kneeler and patted my grandmothers chest, turned around and looked at my dad and said, " grandmas happy".
“My youngest of three boys, at 3 years old, just asked my wife, ‘Mommy, it would be better if you had only two sons, wouldn’t it?"
We were on a boat on vacation and my 4-year-old cousin got really close to me and whispered in my ear: “I want to be a doctor so I can watch children die.”
My son told me about a “dead woman with blue skin, no hair, and black eyes” who supposedly lived in our old apartment. He said he watched her follow us outside and try to get in our car but there was no room so she stood outside and watched us leave while waving goodbye.
I work with kids on the autism spectrum. One of them said: “They can see us, but we can’t see them.”
My daughter (age 3) woke me up in the middle of the night "momma, do you hear that breathing?" I told her that was me breathing. She said in a low voice "no momma, be very quiet and listen". I didn't hear anything but we slept with lights on the rest of the night.
My granddaughter Isabella was born 3 months early. Spent almost 3 months in the hospital. As soon as my son and daughter in law brought her home, every now and then they would smell cigarette smoke in the house and neither of them smoked. Isabella would point to the walls whenever this would happen. No one ever mentioned my mom, known as Mimi. As soon as Isabella started talking she would ask about Mimi. I am not a church going person, but I truly believe my mom, is visiting her favorite grandsons baby girl!! She's 4 now and still occasionally out of the blue will say she misses Mimi!!
One night, when my daughter was 2 years old, she woke and could not get back to sleep. I told my husband to stay in bed and I took our daughter on my lap under a blanket in a chair. We were both a bit drowsy when she suddenly raised up her head and said:"Hello" towards the wall where the door was. As my heart started racing, she continued to have a little conversation as if she was on the phone with someone, her face towards one spot. She stopped when I called my husband. Freaky as hell...
I jokingly asked: "What's the best way to get a girlfriend?"
7-year-old's response: "Tell her to be my girlfriend or she'll never see her parents again."
Playing tea party, little one keeps passing me "cake". I dutifully eat each piece she passes me.
"It was poison. You died." Oh, okay then.
She then proceeded to "chop me up", mix my chopped parts with some spice in a pot, and then serve the resulting stew to her mother.
Edit: We have a lot of these, figured that'd be the one you guys would get the most kick out of, but we have quite the morbid little girl.
I was babysitting a family friend’s kid, and it was just the two of us in the home. She looked around and whispered to me: “We’re not alone in this house.”
My son was 4 years old at the time, we were sitting on my mom's front porch and he got this really scared look on his face and said he wanted to go back inside. I asked him what was wrong and he pointed to the street (where nothing was there) and said the monster was staring at him. Seeing as how I know children can see things we cannot, I took that baby inside and said a prayer!
My youngest daughter, who is now 25 used to wake up in middle of the night between ages 3 and 7 and tell me the beautiful angel was in her room watching over her, and that she was dressed in white with glorious white wings. She would say don't you see how beautiful she is mommy? Many years later between 18 and 22 once again the lady in white would show up, and even speak to her. There was one time I actually heard someone say, are you alright with my own ears plain as day and I thought my daughter was asking me, she turned around and look at me and said, why wouldn't I be okay? That's when it dawned on me our angel was asking her and I had the pleasure if hearing it with my own ears.
“When I was 4, my mother taught me the concept of death, and how, as a person gets old, their parents would probably die. I was fascinated with the concept of not having a mother. One day following that, I met a woman who looked old, like 60–70. I said, ‘Look at the trees outside. They can live for a thousand years. We barely live for a hundred. So…is your mom dead?’ Apparently I really wanted to talk to someone without a mom, to find out what it’s like.”
When my youngest was about 5 years old, I asked him why he stole his sisters dolls and hid them. He told me that the little old lady told him to do it. I said what little old lady. His response: "The one that talks to me all the time, Mommy!" There was no old lady ever in our home. It freaked me out a bit.
5 year old: "Mommy, when you die I want to put you in a glass jar so I can keep you and see you forever"
To which the 6 year old responds: "That's stupid. Where are you gonna find a jar that big?"
My 3 year old daughter was in the bath playing with her toys with me and laughing. Suddenly her face deadpans, she looks me in the eye and tells me in a serious little voice "mummy, if you bit and ate all my fingers off I wouldn't love you anymore"
"When you turn off the lights, that's when the black circles come. They come down like this (holds his hands in the air above his bed), and they stay for a second, then zoop! they go inside! (slapping the hands to his chest)."
Then, barely holding back tears, "I hate it."
My little cousin said her imaginary friend “Chucky” told her to kill her dad. It turns out they used to have a pool in their backyard that was covered up after the last owner committed suicide. His name was Chuy, but my little cousin couldn’t pronounce it so she called him Chucky.
Oldest child: Mom if we were stranded and you had to eat a human would you eat one of us?
Child: hmmm I would eat Dad, he is bigger.
My 3 year old son... I like you way more than my last mommy.
Working at a daycare....I was changing the diaper of this sweet quiet little boy who was almost 2 yrs old. He whispers something so I lean in to hear him...then he says it..."silence, I'll kill you."
My son: "I saw Grandpa last night! He was out fixing the window by my room!"
Grandpa had been passed for years before he was even born. They never met. It was creepy, but knowing my Uncle, he would've been checking up on the kids to make sure they were okay.
My best friend's daughter saw that my daughter was bitten by a bunch of ants. She turned to my daughter, with a straight face and said, "Would you like me to drowned them for you?"
"My old dad died, so now I have you. You are my new dad." My son to my husband (his only dad ever lol).
We were walking in town when I was 2 years old, on a Sunday and the church started ringing. I screamed to my mother "Listen lucifer is singing" not knowing who that was or even being religious. Freaked my mom out and everyone around.
(this is a story my mom told me) when i was little (around 3) i was walking down a street with my mom, when suddenly i yelled that i didnt want to go into a store because there were bad guys, so my mom ended up not going, she told me that later on the news said that there was a robbery in that same store right around the time we passed there
When I was 4 or 5, I would regularly say things like "grandma's calling" before the phone would ring. The phone would ring moments later and it would be my grandma.Stuff like that. But the one that really threw my mom for a loop was when I woke up one morning asking if my cousin would lose her arm. My mom didn't think much of it until my aunt called later that morning to say that my cousin fell off her bike and broke her arm. My mom just stared at me.....
My son's Abulita (grandma in spanish) passed away when he was 6. While I was driving him to school one morning not long after he out of nowhere says to me "mommy, everyone says that Abulita passed away but last night she came to see me and she was holding me and rocking me"... I truly believe she came to see him, she loved him so much
When I was around 5 or 6 my mom took me to a short grocery shopping trip. I was in the back seat and she was driving down the road that was very common to her. I apperently told her to not to take left turn but to go down the road a little further and then take the second left turn. Just as we passed the first left turn we saw a car literally flying towards the road we were on. If she had took that left turn I wouldn't be writing this. I don't remember telling her not to turn.
One time when i was about 5 years old the power went out because of a very bad storm that hit my home town. me being 5 at the time i was afriad of the dark so i cried for my mom, i soon felt a hand grip my sholder tightly and a few minutes the power came back on i saw my mom across the room and i said "how did you get there so fast?" She said "iv been here the whole time trying to find you in the dark" i replyed.. "then who was grabing my shoulder" im 18 now and im still afraid of the dark.
“I woke during the night when my son was about 3, and heard him whimpering, like he was talking to someone. I went into his room and he was sitting upright in his bed, staring at the doorway, where I was standing. I went to him, saying his name, but he never answered and his stare never wavered from the doorway. By this time I was really worrying, so I started shouting his name, hoping to snap him out of it. All of a sudden, he said ‘what,’ still not looking anywhere else but the doorway. I asked, ‘Who are you looking at?’ He turned to look at me and said, ‘The man in the doorway.’ Then he laid back down and was fast asleep.”
“My friend was babysitting two girls, 3 and 5 years old. The older one drew a painting of her family in front of her kindergarten, and a brown, curly haired girl (which happens to be what my friend looks like…) kind of above the other people she drew. So my friend asked her, ‘Hey, is that me? Did you draw me?’ and the 5-year-old answers, ‘Yes. You’re in the sky, in heaven. That’s where you end up when you’re dead."
My then two-year-old came in to the living room perfectly normal and stopped in front of me. His head tilted down, he shifted his gaze wide-eyed up at me and whsipered, "Mommy, I'm scared."
That was weird, so I asked him what was scaring him. He didn't respond, so I started asking a list of things. He said no to them all, then replied, "The kitties are walking backwards."
My grandmother passed many years before my son was born.
Out of the blue he started asking about her, and now does some of the quirky things I remember her doing.
Mia is my daughter's imaginary friend. This was when she had just turned 4 years old. It was her first time coming with me to check my uncle's grave.
"Mia's body is in a cemetery. Mia says it hurt really bad when she died but being buried doesn't hurt. It's like a party but everyone is sad and crying. I hope it doesn't hurt when I die."
My mum stayed with us for a few months when my daughter was 3 or 4. When she moved out, the spare room was still called "nanna's room". I asked my daughter to get something upstairs one day, she did and came back to me and said "who is that old lady in nanna's room?". Didn't go in that room ever again.
When I was 9 years old I came into the bathroom where my mom was taking a bath. I asked her if she was pregnant because I felt there was someone else. She was very surprised, for there was nothing to see, yet, and nobody else besides her knew about it. A few months later my cousin told me that my mom got pregnant. Very angry I asked my mom why she didn't tell me that earlier. She said: "Why? I thought you knew it! Don't you remember when you came into the bathroom?" How could I even forget it?
After my step mom died, we were all eating around the table, I realized that my 3yr was gone. I got up and found her in my step mom's room talking to herself. Asked who she was talking to. She said Oriana. I asked who that was, she said "the lady in the big black dress and long black hair." Me, "what?!" The LADY right THERE!... as I dragged her out of the room she waived good bye.
My little brother was about two years old when my step mother was preganant with twins. He would say all the time, "Mommy, Buffy and Hannah are in there." She was about six and half months along when he told his mom that , "Buffy" went to Heaven. Two days days later there was an emergency c-section performed. One of the babies did not make it. I still wonder what two Hannahs would look like to this day.
Setup: My cousin had a baby girl named Azlynn. A few years later, she conceived another girl, Dakota, but miscarried in her 8th month. Dakota's grave is two doors down from her and Azlynn's house.
One day a couple years ago, Azlynn told my cousin, "Dakota and I want a baby brother." As if that wasn't creepy enough... My cousin is yet again pregnant...with a boy.
When my son was very young, maybe 4 years old, we were at a cemetery. He had no idea what a cemetery was. We smelled something and joked with him that he must have tooted. He said, "no, it wasn't me, but maybe one of those guys" and pointed. Nobody was there. He told us one of the guys looked kind of mean but the other ones didn't.
He's also told us that he's seen someone in his bedroom at night and that he's seen him off and on for a long time.
My 4 year old disabled sons are very susceptible to energies.
One day one was telling me about "the man with the blue head who lives in the bathroom." He discussed him in detail.
I then asked if this was the same man who terrified my other disabled son in the family room several times in the past few months.
He replied casually, "No, that's the other one. That one-he's bad."
My children were born in 2001 and 2003 and they used to tell me stories all the time how they played and rode bikes with their Aunt Mindy... My sister who died in 1996. They gave me vivid details of their time together.
My son was about 3-4 yrs old and we were living with my mom in my 100+ year old childhood home. My whole family has always believed the house to be haunted and we all had similar experiences there. One day my son tells me he didn't sleep well because a little boy named "Jason" came up the stairs and crawled into his bed. He said "Jason" would lay on top of him and it made it hard to breathe. This went on every night for a few months and then we never heard of it again.
My son, Nikolas (3y) started telling everyone that his name was Alejandro, which is my dead grandfather's name. My grandpa was dead long before Niko was born. We just ignored his demand to call him that. One good day my aunt showed him a picture of my grandpa and he immediately sayed: oh! There he is, that's Alejandro.
I was explaining to my two-year old that her little brother was in my belly, but would be born soon. "He's in my belly just like you were, but you wouldn't remember that," I said. She made a horrible face and said, "Do too! Hot...dark," and then shuddered and looked at me with complete contempt.
My sister, at 3, was looking into the empty corner of the room, smiling occasionally. My mother asked what she was smiling about, and she said she was smiling at the man. She said, "That man wants me to go with him." My mother looked at her and said, "Well, you tell that man we're not done with you yet!"
My 3-year-old son generally has a happy-go-lucky attitude, so this is pretty odd.
Sometimes when he's cuddling with his mommy, he'll say, very seriously, "Mom, I promise I won't ever chew on your bones. I promise."
Absolutely no idea where he got this.
Kids have such a weird idea of time. Like they always refer to when you (adult, older sibling) were little and they were big. My son was telling me a story the other day about when he was big and I was in his uterus.
I was putting my nephew down for bed and, unsurprisingly, he was giving me a hard time.
"Ok time for bed"
"No! Don't leave yet I'm scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Well maybe tonight you'll have dreams."
"No I won't..."
"And how do you know that"
"...I only have nightmares..." - he said this with such incredible sadness I had to read a few more chapters of captain underpants and poor a glass of scotch just to make ME feel better.
Edit: nephew is 5
My 2yo said she is a grown up. I told her she isn't, that she is a toddler. She replied, "No, I'm a grown up. I'm going to touch knives."
My daughter in response to planned visit from her Grandparents "they are really old, are they dead?" #thingsmykidsaid
I was babysitting a 2-year-old boy. We were playing with blocks and he was laughing, when he suddenly turned to me and said: “I’m gonna shoot your head off.” We played hide and seek that night and I was terrified of him finding me.
We were going Christmas tree cutting with my Grandfather. My 3 year old was sitting next to him in the truck. He was talking to her about her pretty green eyes. She stared right at him and said, "they are evil monkey eyes"
My daughter used to sleep walk badly. One night I woke up to her standing above me and just staring at me. I said, "Jayla, are you okay?" She started talking in gibberish that sounded a lot like a possessed person off of scary movies. I set up slowly, and said, "what?" Then she spoke jibberish again. I grabbed her hand and led her back to bed, and tucked her in. I didn't sleep the rest of that night and worried I was going to have a real life exorcism take place in my home.
My five year old nephew and I were driving through a residential neighborhood when he suddenly says, "That's where Geema killed herself." I looked in the rearview mirror as I asked him, "What do you mean?" He says, "Geema killed herself there," as he pointed to a park/playground. When we arrived at my parents' house, I asked my mother about her apparent suicide. She explained that she had uncontrollably slid down a slide and when she made it to the bottom, she said, "I almost killed myself!"
I was babysitting my brothers and one of them called me in once I finished getting them a drink and so on my other brother said in a really freaked out way "it's standing right behind you" I have never in my life felt so scared I ended up making them sleep on the couch until mum came home
I do in home daycare and was watching my cousin's 3 kids along with my usual 3. They all ranged from ages 1-5 years old. At the time, I was living in my grandma's old house. They were all playing in the kitchen when they screamed and came running to me. They all kept saying "Come see the man! Come see the man!" So I followed them to the kitchen where they all pointed at the attic and asked if I could see the man.
Completely freaked me out for the next 3 months that I lived there...
I had a lot of imaginary friends as a kid, but one of them who I named Michael was weird. I'd tell them he was mean to me and pushed me or pulled my hair. They told me to tell him to stop but I'd come back crying later saying he got mad and hurt me again. My mom finally told me to get Michael, we walked him to the door, she told him he was not allowed to play with me anymore because he was not being nice, opened and shut it for him . . . Aaannnd we never had a problem with Michael again.
My great-grandfather used to live with my grandma before he died. Not too long after his funeral my baby niece was born. Now she's 3 and everytime she enters our great-grandfather's room, she says hi to him. Once I asked her who she saw and she said: 'Papa. Papa is bad. I'm afraid. He wants to hurt me.'.
Back story: My great-grandfather was an alcoholic when my grandma was little and he often abused her and her sister.
My sister had what we thought was an imaginary friend who she referred to as the lady, one day my dad passed out while watching her so my little sister, who was only 4 not only called 911 but also managed to call my mom at work and inform her that dad had passed out... When later asked by my mom and the paramedics how she knew the numbers to call she just said that the lady had told her. She said that the lady had talked to her and helped her protect us up until we moved out of the house.
The kid sitting behind me just said, "can't wait for this plane to crash." Um bye forever I guess #kidssaythedarndestthings
I was babysitting and didn’t know how to turn off the TV, so it was just static. My 4-year-old cousin stared into the static and said: “I see the monster”.
On our way to the theme park, my little cousin once told me: “You’re going to die today.”
I upset my, then 3 year old, daughter. She stood at the foot of my bed, glaring at me, mumbling "you don't tell me no, you never tell me no, you will be sorry, you will see". I have never been so afraid of my child, or to fall asleep, than I was that night. She and I laugh about it now. (She turned out to be a bright, funny, well adjusted person. No troubled youth).
My mother past away..She was cremated so I have her remains on my dresser in my room in an urn and my son was playing with his little cars around her urn and was talking ..i asked so what are you doing ? My 3 yr old said" I'm playing with Grandma she likes me here". My mother also never got a chance to meet him.
Not my child but myself (apparantly, because i can't remember, i was 4 and now i am 28, but my parents told me). I once got my toe stuck under a door and lost skin due to it. When i went to kindergarten the day after, the teacher asked what happened. I told her my dad did it with a knife. My parents had to come to school that evening for a talk.
My daughter and I were playing at the park when she told me she wants to burn bodies when she's older. Little creeped but okay. Turns out her grand dad told bee about the mortuary across the street and she saw the smoke billowing out. She still wants to cremate people.
I can't remember if she was 3 or 4, but our little daughter's voice peeped up from the back seat one morning:
"Dad, do babies bathe in blood?"
I asked my 5-year-old niece what her picture was. She said confidently, "It's monster," and then looked me dead in the eye and added "he killed you."
Not a parent but i was kinda freaked by this i was waiting for a bus a few weeks ago and a little girl skipped up to me she was ahead of her mother and she smiled at me so i did the polite thing and smiled back she then looked at me with a dead straight face and said "Satan Says Hi And He Can't Wait To Meet You In A Few Years" and then she skipped away leaving me shock think ill be keeping myself safe as much as i can 😱😂
My 4 year old daughter picked up a roll of heavy duct tape, looked at me, her dad, and her little brother, and with a creepy smile on her face said
"I'll tape up the whole family."
My youngest brother Kevin died 4 years before my son was born. When my son was about 2, my other brother (Kevin's twin, Rob) came to visit. When my son saw Rob, his first words were "hi Kevin". We hadn't talked about Kevin by name before that.
My boyfriends mother died before I met him. My daughter who was only three looked at him one day and said "I love your mommy's purple shirt." He told me that his mother was wearing a purple shirt at her funeral. He never showed her any pictures of her in a purple shirt.
My toddler went through a phase where she would just constantly say 'hi' to things. "Hi hi hi hi hi hi"
One day, it came out sounding more like "Die die die die die"
So I say to her "What's that you're saying?"
And she turns to face me and just whispers "Diiiieeeeeee......."
A friend of mine's child told him "Daddy, I love you so much that I want to cut your head off and carry it around so I can see your face whenever I want."
My 3-year-old son and I were walking in a crowded mall. He likes to say “hi” to everyone. He started “hi,” “hi,” “hi,” as people walked by, but out of nowhere he pointed at a man and said: “You’re going to die,” and then he continued with his hellos. Super creepy.
"Mom want some Chapstick?! Its lemon cherry!"
"OK that sounds great!" (It's January and my kids always have Chapstick and my lips are scorched!)
-smearing it all over my lips it feels so good and ya... it IS lemon cherry!-
"Thanks Anna! You are awesome!"
"You're welcome mom. I found this one on the bus today!"
My child asked us in the store if we needed more Christmas hookers....we knew what she meant, hooks for the tree but I can only imagine what strangers thought.
Please don't die next time you take a bath . 5 year old . I hadn't planned on it , I was hoping he didn't know something I wasn't aware of.
Before starting first grade, my oldest daughter was talking to me...
"Mommy, I hope my new classroom has a pet that we get to bring home on the weekends, like a cute bunny."
Enter creepy, aka my youngest. In an entirely serious voice, deadpan face...
"I like mine raw."
"A, I hope your new class DOESN'T have any pets."
Everyday for almost a week my now 4 year old would tell me when he was 3....well here's how our conversation went everyday for that week...
My son: you're gonna die
Me: oh really?
My son: yep
Me:well, eventually we all die
My son: well you're gonna die in a fire.
He made it sound like it was gonna happen soon... But I'm still here over a year later and no fire!
My daughter used to always tell me her grandpa was in her closet. We live about 8 hours away from all her grandparents and they're alive. I think it was just an old ghost and she just called him that.
Driving to preschool, my daughter and I were talking about her growing up. She said to me "when I'm old mama, you'll be a baby again!".... even she understands the cycle of life.
My father told us one day our baby brother - maybe 3 or 4 at the time took my dad into the master bedroom, pointed in a corner and said "daddy, the devil lives down there."
I'm still living in that house. Haven't noticed anything strange happening other than an above average amount of bullshit. If you drop toast it's definitely jelly side down.
When I was a kid, there was a voice that would tell me all these horrible things when I went to bed at night leaving me terrified and in tears. Years later after we moved, I'd wake up in my room paralyzed with fear because the lights in my locked room were on, and it felt like something was in the room. I would have dreams within dreams that I couldn't awake from where I was tormented by something evil. After I lost my faith, it went away. I was no longer a target.
Well, my type of kids.When I was little and we went driving outside to the countryside or somewhere I used to look and count every cemetery on our way. That freaked out my parents. My 4 year old comes often with strange stuff about dead as well, I guess is genetic LOL
When driving from my sister's house with my niece who was about three at the time she would always tell us that she lived down a road we always passed when she was a sea captain, use to give us goosebumps and we'd call her creepy baby lol. Now she is in her late twenties and still says she sees relatives that have passed.
“When I was 6, my mum took me to visit my great-grandfather’s grave while we were on holiday in Ireland. She let me place the flowers by the headstone, after which I turned to her and said, ‘I’ll dance on your grave when you die, Mummy.’ I thought that was a nice turn of phrase people used — I must have heard it on the television!”
Driving straight from florida to Toronto. My 3 year old gets up from her sleep at 12:30 am. Mommy, Can you feel the trees burning? I'm freaked the hell out and just like that she goes back to sleep.
When my son (firstborn) was little I'd rock him, he'd look over my shoulder and give the most amazing smile and I'd just cross myself. I swear babies see what we can't.
My son says many strange things. One day a few weeks ago we were watching cartoons. He just looks at me and says, "Do you miss your old home mom?" I asked him what home he was talking about. Here said, "The one in the woods. Before me and sissy and Daddy." He wouldn't say anything else about it or answer anymore questions. I never lived in a house in the woods.
Most of these show the beauty of how an un-fluoridated pineal gland found in children actuates our natural 6th sense.
(This storie has been retold to me by my mom)
When I was about 3 years old I woke up one day, walked up to my mom, grabbed her hand and led her to our family photos. I pointed at a picture of her grandmother and said "That lady came to me to night, she talked to me , her name is Ängla." My mom had never told me her name before only referred to her as her grandmother.
When my son was two years old, he would tell me gleefully, "I'm gonna eat you all gone!"
When my youngest was 2 we moved to the country town my dad was born and raised. After about 6 mths I had just finished putting up family pics which I hadnt done previously while my 3 kids were sleeping. In the morning just after breakfast, my youngest went to the pics and stopped in front of the one with my dad. She turned to me and said 'Pa's nice isnt he mum.' My dad had died 5 yrs before she was born. Often late at night I would hear her talking to him after that.
My mom told me that when I was little I used to tell her about this tall black man with no face I use in the wardrobe. When we moved house, I found out that he had followed us there. When I grew up my mom told me she used to see it too, as well as my sister, but not my dad. Once my sister and I were home, one in the bathroom and one in the living room and we said we had both seen this man again around the same time and that it had changed. We described it identically.
When my nephew was about 5 years old, I remember taking him around the neighbourhood for trick or treating. We stopped at a house with a few lit pumpkins and fake cobwebs, but my nephew said that we wouldn't be getting any treats from this house. I asked him why, and he said that the cat told him. I noticed a grey cat sitting in the front garden of the house. We did indeed get no answer from the doorbell, and a few days later police were seen outside the house. The owner had died in his sleep.
My son was about 4 yrs old and asked me, in the middle of the night, if I had said that he was a good boy. I told him no, that I had been sleeping. He insisted that somebody must have said it. We live alone. The next morning I saw a face melted into the ice of my kitchen window, which was about a story and a half off the ground. At the time he slept in the living room so he was about 10' away from that window. Whatever it was, had to have been floating or over 12' tall.
When our son was 2, he suddenly began having an imaginary friend who he called Nate. We dismissed it as normal until one day as I carried him around the house, pointing at family photos while asking "Who is this?" as he correctly answered, "That's Mommy", "That's Daddy" etc. until I pointed to a photo of his twin brother who had died of S.I.D.S. at 3 months old. When I pointing at that picture and asked "who is this?",he replied very joyfully, "That's Nate!"
My son was different from day one. He used to tell both me and my mom stories about when he "used" to be here. He was a Dr. his name was Craig. One day when I was cooking chicken. I'd set the innards aside to discard as I normally do. He stood at the counter and asked if he could have the heart...idk why, but I gave it to him, he came back a short time later and said, see mom, this is the aorta, and these are the left and right ventricles..... mind blown.....he was eight.
When I was 3 I had a plastic toy telephone that I loved to pretend to talk to people on. One day my parents were sitting on the couch watching TV while I was playing with my phone again. My parents said I picked it up and said "Yes, mhmm, okay" and hung up. I turned to my dad and said "That was uncle Jay. He said he's okay now" and then went back to playing. My dad's brother Jayson had died in a car accident a year before I was born.
One day my 2 and 1/2 year old was was pretending monsters were coming to get us. He would say "Monsters are coming, hide!" And pull a blanket over our heads. One of these times he yelled "fire is coming" instead, so I said we should hide. "We can't hide from fire mommy" so I asked him what we do with fire. With a straight face and matter-of-fact tone he replied "we burn"
Some years ago, I had given birth to a stillborn son. A few months later, I was out to dinner with a friend and her 2 year old daughter. My friends daughter saw a picture of my son on my phone and pointed to it exclaiming "baby"! Soon she was waiving to someone across the table. There were no other tables in that direction, so I asked her who she was waiving at. She pointed again, this time to the empty chair across from her and again exclaimed "baby"! Goosebumps.
My brother would always mention his 'other family' and as he got older and started to speak more 1-4 he would give a lot of detail. A doctor from the states was interested and came to study him. He took us to the house they lived in 113 miles away and told us all there names and where they died and how they died including himself in his previous life and even showed us where he was burried under the sand and as they dug 'him' up they solved a cold case from 64 years ago! Doesn't remember it now!
my ex husband was working in Saudi. This particular morning, my son got up and started to say my daddy is coming today and we will go and do ...... All that morning he kept talking about the different things he was going to do with his daddy Just after lunch, there was a knock on the door and my son, who certainly couldn't have seen anyone pull up, shouted thats my daddy. I had the biggest shock when I opened the door he was stood there
I will never forget the time when my mother and I where on our way home, I was around 9 or 10 at the time, I had the passengerside window open and there was a peace of paper on the dash, just as we where coming up to the junction I had a vision of the peace of paper flying out the window my mother looking at it driving through the junction and getting hint by a truck, so I closed the window and held the paper in my hand ,when we past the junction the truck I had seen passed us. still got paper.
When my youngest daughter was three, she asked me if I remember when she was in my tummy. I told her of course, but she stopped and looked at me very serious and said; 'not the time I was born mom, the first time, before Jaydon and Paula.' I had a miscarriage before her older siblings. I had never told her or them about it.
My nephew was three at the time and was talking to my sister the morning after a family wedding. My sister asked him who the most beautiful woman was at the reception and of course he answered "the bride", when she asked him who the most handsome man was there he said, "Uncle Rod". My sister said, "No dear, Uncle Rod was killed in a car accident last year...he wasn't there." My nephew looked at my sister and said "Didn't you see him holding the door open for people?"
My brother passed away when my nephew was two and my grandfather the year before that.
As my nephew was growing up, he used to play alone in his dad's old room in my parent's house.
He used to say he was playing with Daddy and Oupa (grandfather). They used to make paper planes, which my grandfather used to do. One day he came to say that my grandfather says "Hello ou vrou" (old lady) which my grandfather used to tell my grandmother.
3 years ago when I first moved into my house, I found a photo of my grandparents on their wedding day. I thought it would be nice to hang it up, my son who was 4 at the time was watching me hang it on the wall and suddenly burst into tears. I asked him what was wrong and he said " I miss nana " I asked him which one and he pointed to the photo on the wall. My nana died when my mother was 2 years old.
(Man hobbles into grocery store using a cane)
5: HEY MOM THAT MAN IS USING A WALKING STICK BC HIS BONES AREN'T STRONG & HE'LL DIE SOON RIGHT
"Eating a Red Delicious apple is like taking a bite out of an old person." #shitmykidsays
"My wiener wants to come out and see people." #shitmykidsays #boysareweird
When my niece was 3, she covered up my head with a blanket and held it down. I moved my head out where I could see her. She said "You can't come out" and smothered me again. I laughed and said "Why?" She gritted her teeth and angrily said "Because I don't want you to."
My daughter was in first grade. She told the teacher, "Momma does drugs every day"! I was called in for a stern talk with the teacher and principle of the school. At the time I was a smoker of cigarettes. It was anti drug week, and the teacher was naming addictive items. "Cigarettes, soda, etc...can be just as addictive as drugs". Embarrassing at the time. We still laugh about it.