Kids Are The Creepiest

Let’s face it: Kids are unimaginably creepy. They just don’t see the world as adults do, and while that usually leads to heartwarming or adorable moments, every so often it takes a dark turn to the absolutely bone-chilling. Ghosts, past lives, strange sixths senses—these terrifying children make us question everything we thought we knew.


1. The Unseen

I was babysitting a three-year-old one night who I usually take care of when his parents are out on the town. We were playing and suddenly he pointed at a painting on the wall of a woman with her head turned away so you couldn’t see her face. His next words made me want to scream. He said, “I don’t like her, she’s scary.”

I asked why and he said, “I don’t like her eyes. She has bad eyes.”

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2. Pretty Nutty

I grew up in New Zealand, and my mother grew up in Australia. When she was young, she had a friend named Chris who sadly passed in a car crash. Later, my mom moved to New Zealand and then had me. I was 5 and sitting in our lounge room when I started randomly asking my mom weird questions. I asked her where the car was.

My mom was confused and then brought me to the front of the house where our car was sitting. I then said, “No, no, the blue car with the big peanut in the window.” My mom was still confused and just assumed that I was going on about a show that I watched. But then a few days later, I asked her again about the blue car.

But this time I told her that the guy with the big glasses took the car. My mom stiffened but didn’t answer me. Years later, I finally learned the dark truth. Her friend Chris had driven a blue Subaru Impreza and always wore ridiculously large sunglasses. He also used to have a peanut butter-scented air freshener. It was shaped like a peanut.

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3. The Shadow Man Cometh

When my daughter was three, she had a disturbing imaginary friend. She called him “shadow man” and he mostly would stay in the corner of the room. Sometimes he would walk around and her little eyes followed the entire time. At first she would just casually mention him and she didn’t seem bothered by him, but as time went on she would express how mean he was becoming.

One night, being desperate to fix this situation for her, I was going to beat the heck out of shadow man. So I go into the corner swinging and my daughter gets more upset and says shadow man is laughing and now showing his sharp teeth. She was terrified. I was terrified.

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4. Private Eyes

I was vacationing at a big cabin in the mountains for a week for a family reunion when I heard the most bloodcurdling scream. It was horrible. I’ve never heard a sound quite like it since. It sounded like an animal caught in a trap…but it was human. It was my two-year-old niece. I raced out into the hallway to see my niece running towards me, face contorted in horror.

She leaped into my arms and screamed: “Run. Baby. Eyes. EYES. RUN!” She was shaking like a leaf, but clawing my neck and clothes trying to get me to run. At one point she pointed down the empty hallway, still screaming about eyes. There were no windows, just a locked door. A blank hallway. By then the rest of the family had come crowding around to see what was going on.

I couldn’t explain it and neither could she. Just “Baby. Eyes. Baby,” and then she’d meltdown all over again. This happened two more times during our stay. Eventually, the family came up with their own explanation, that she must have seen one of her cousins sleeping upstairs and gotten scared by the blanket moving.

They treat it like a joke now. I was the only real witness all three times though…and I can tell you that that is NOT what freaked her out. I’m not sure what it was, but it wasn’t another child.

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5. Don’t Lose Your Marbles

I freaked my mother and grandmother out when I was about 3. I’d randomly stopped playing with whatever I was playing with (dolls or something) and walked up to them and said “I don’t like marbles,” and when asked why I’d said “they hurt” and rubbed the side of my head. Mum kissed it, asked if it was better now, and I went back to playing.

It stumped them because when my mother was 10 and her brother was 8, they’d gotten into a fight over a bag of marbles and she’d smacked him around with the bag and he had a big bruise. My uncle (her brother) passed away when I was a few months old, and we had no marbles in the house, at least none that my sister and I were allowed to play with—my sister was about 6 months old, though our brother is around 10 years older than us—choking hazards, etc. It was a creepy, creepy thing to happen.

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6. Addressing The Issue

My son was 3 and had a fever. He woke up from a nap and said to me, “You are prettier than my other mom.” I asked him who his other mom was. He said, “Gloria” and gave her last name. We had just moved from Brooklyn to Long Island. I was fairly shocked and asked what he meant. So, he told me that he was riding his bike.

He fell, hit his head, and woke up with me as his mother. I was stunned, so I questioned him further and asked where he lived, and he said, “Right near where we lived in Brooklyn, by the train.” I had the current phone book, so I looked up that name, and sure enough, that last name was a block over from where we lived.

I asked him what his father’s name was, and he said, “Everyone calls him Groover, but his name is Mike.” When I heard this, I almost hit the floor. The first name on the phone record was Mike. I asked how old he was when he fell off his bike, and he told me 12 years old. Then he repeated, “Yes, you are prettier than my other mom.”

We talked more, and I gave him some medicine and put him back to bed. When he woke up next, he remembered none of what he said. He looked at me like I was insane. It was a moment that is forever burned in my memory because of how correct his information was. It validated it for me.

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7. Calico Mix

When my brother was sick with brain cancer, our calico cat seemed to know that he was battling with something. She was really mean to most people, but with him, she was gentle and would let him grab at her paws. Three years after he passed, my parents had another son. He was three when he told my parents about the cat.

He said that it was a white brown and black cat that used to let him grab her paws. The cat had passed a year before he was born.

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8. Head In The Clouds

When he was 3, my husband decided to treat our son to a flight over our city in a Cessna. When it was time to get on the plane, our boy climbed into the pilot’s seat and was very upset when he was told he had to move. He began crying and saying he was sorry; he didn’t mean to crash last time and he’d be good this time.

My husband managed to calm him by pointing out that his legs were too short for his feet to reach the pedals. Once he got settled in the back seat, he started fussing about not being able to use the radio, so the pilot gave him a headset but didn’t plug it in all the way. Our son then started trying to raise the tower.

He was doing his radio check to try and get clearance. At that point, the pilot needed to take a break, so he stepped out. My husband took the time to talk to our son. What he said made my husband’s blood run cold. He told him that he crashed the last plane he flew and no one survived. When the pilot got back, they were able to do the flight with no further issues.

We went to an aeronautics museum about a year later where an old Mosquito was being restored. Our son told the curator that he used to fly one of those, so he offered us a tour of the plane. When we got in, our son started pointing out several things that were “wrong” with the plane, which all turned out to be correct.

The curator told us the plane had been modernized and was now being restored to its original condition. He also confirmed that the items he had pointed out were in fact going to be replaced. Our kid is grown now and has no interest in planes or flying and doesn’t remember being a thing except just knowing about planes.

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9. No Laughing Matter

So he didn’t say anything exactly, but during this time my brother was around eight or so. My mom and I were sitting on the couch in the living room, and his room was right behind the living room walls. All of a sudden, I hear laughing. Not just any laughing, either. It was a high-pitched little girl laugh. I’m not joking. I go to check on my brother, and he’s finishing a laugh, then goes silent. He never laughed in his sleep again.

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10. Keep It Moving

My mom tells this story all the time. Apparently, when I was three months old, my parents took me on a road trip to France. They were supposed to drive all night, but my dad nearly fell asleep at the wheel, so they decided to stop and sleep somewhere. Luckily we had an RV, so all they needed to do was find a campsite.

After 30 minutes of looking, they were unable to find a campsite nearby, so they decided that a church parking lot would do. At 3 am they drove onto the lot, and as soon as they did, I started screaming at the top of my lungs, and up until then, I had been sleeping soundly. They tried everything for an hour, clean diaper, food, walking, rocking.

Nothing worked. So, knowing they wouldn’t get any sleep, decided to continue the journey. As soon as they left the parking lot, I stopped. Like turning of a light switch. It still creeps them out to this day.

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11. Warming Up

I was about 4 and spending the night at my grandparents’ house. They were staying up to watch the Olympics, which meant that I got to sleep in their bed. I was trying to fall asleep, and the light from the TV was relaxing me. Suddenly, I felt so cold. I wasn’t scared, but shivers ran down my spine. Then I saw a new light.

Scared, I slowly turned. When I looked, I nearly started screaming. At the side of the bed was an older woman who was translucent with a blue tint. I wasn’t afraid of her but of her presence. She sat in the rocking chair holding a dog looking right at me. I immediately went under the sheets and turned to the other side of the bed with my eyes slammed shut.

I opened my eyes after what felt like an eternity. This time, I saw a warm orange light that replaced the blue. I took a peek and saw men on fire. They just stood there burning. I tried turning, but the woman was still there. This time she was standing. Her mouth didn’t move, but I heard a voice telling me it was okay.

I remember nothing else. The next morning, I didn’t get out of bed until my parents came to get me. They noticed that I was freaked out, and after a lot of coaxing, I told them about my nightmare. They chalked it up to a child’s imagination. But then they told my grandfather, a cold and stoic man…who almost passed out.

He was crying and nonverbal. But after he calmed down enough, he said that when he came back from Vietnam, he’d lie in bed and suffer from panic attacks. His mother stood over him to calm him as he relived his days as a soldier manning a flamethrower. While he slept, she sat in the rocking chair to made sure he rested.

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12. Weather Alert

My dad told me I was staring out the window once during a thunderstorm when I was five. He asked what I was doing, and I asked him when the explosives were going to drop. I grew up in Germany, and my grandfather had been the person who alerted the city when air raids were coming. He had passed three days before I was born.

At five, I had no idea about anything I was talking about. My dad kept asking me questions, but I forgot what I was talking about a couple of moments later.

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13. Coming Back Home

When I was 4, we visited this random house that was over 100 years old in central Texas. When we stepped in, I told my mom she may not like the inside of the kitchen cabinets because they were still bright yellow. She opened them, and lo and behold, they were horrid bright yellow inside. Even the realtor was flustered.

Then we headed upstairs, and the realtor went on about the finished attic and the three bedrooms upstairs. Then I asked her, pointing at a blank wooden wall, “What about that one?” The realtor had no idea what I was talking about, so I walked over and started feeling around the corner. I found the latch and pulled it.

A secret door opened to a perfectly normal room but without any windows. The realtor was shocked. No one knew about that room. When she asked how I knew I said, “Well, this used to be my house, and that room was where I did all my sewing so I didn’t disturb everyone else!” Of course, the older I got, the more I forgot.

I’ll never forget that room or the shock on the realtor and my parent’s faces.

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14. For The Love Of Ice Cream

My niece is currently four years old. I’m convinced she’s going to be either the next Stephen King or the next Zodiac Killer. Latest incident: We found her with her dolls seated all around the table, she’s at the head of it, holding forth. She’s got a bit of a lisp, so it’s not easy to make out what she’s saying when she’s talking fast. I go over to ask her what they are playing.

She was getting a battle plan ready on how to kill everyone in the house and take all the ice cream from the freezer. I was to be done in by her teddy bear stuffing itself down my throat. Sorry sis, I’m not staying the night, got plans. See you later (hopefully).

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15. Maternal Moments

When my younger sister was three, she told my mom about when she was a big girl and our mom was a little girl. She told her that she went to her wedding and described what she’d looked like then. My mom guessed she was describing our great-grandma. She talked about the greenhouse where she lived at the end of a dirt road. That’s where it got really freaky.

That was where her mother, my mother’s great-grandmother, got a fatal snake bite when they lived there. She described the snake as pretty and what sounded like a copperhead. At that time, we were in Nebraska where there aren’t copperheads. Our great-great-grandmother passed in Oklahoma where they’re all over the place.

My sister then told us that she got rid of the snake with a hoe. One time, we were working on the garden, and my dad was sharpening the hoe. My sister told him that he was doing it wrong. So, he asked her how to do it, and she put his hands in the correct positions. Later, my dad looked it up and told us she was right.

My sister talked about these things on and off for six months at bedtime. By four, she just said that she was tired of talking about it and never mentioned it again.

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16. Friend At School

When my child was about four he started going to a school-styled daycare, prepping for kindergarten. He told me one day that there was a girl named Kallie in his class who lived in the woods, didn’t think much of it at the time. A few days later he keeps mentioning Kallie, and his conversations with her while at school. Since I wanted to know who his new friend was I asked him if he could show her to me.

To which he immediately replied with, “No, she’s dead.” He later explained she died in a fire, and couldn’t leave the daycare facility. We just shrugged it off as him being weird. One night around 9 pm, he began sobbing hysterically telling us we needed to go get Kallie, she was stuck at school. No one could save her. We tried to calm him down, saying maybe her mom would come.

Eventually, he went to bed. He’s seven now and hasn’t mentioned her since leaving the facility.

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17. Peter Pan

My second son used to talk about having a different mom before me. He said that she was blonde and looked nice but wasn’t nice. It’d come up randomly and only got emotional when he told me that when he was with his other mom, he never got to grow up. He said that he chose me because I would let him grow up and get old.

Then he’d look up at me for reassurance asking me if he was right and that he could grow up this time. It really messed me up some days.

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18. Bumpy Ride

Very recently my parents ended up telling me about a past life memory I apparently had when I was five. My parents had bought me one of them toy cop cars. I spent a little while playing in it but apparently didn’t seem happy. My parents asked why I didn’t seem to be liking it and I apparently told them I didn’t like it because I remember being knifed inside a car like this before I came here. I said my skin was black then.

They said they were a bit taken aback by this and just didn’t speak anymore about it, but then a while later my Grandad came round and wanted me to show him my new toy, at this point my parents tell me I refused to get in it. Saying something like what I said to them, but from this time I said something more along the lines of I wasn’t going to get in it because when I drove it before I came here someone put a knife in me and it hurt.

I take it from how they speak about it that to them this seemed pretty weird. I understand that because it makes me feel weird as well. Out of curiosity, I thought I’d google and try find if any officers died from stab wounds around the time I was born. Now, I am sure that many officers lose their lives in the line of duty each year but one did stand out: The date when I was born had one registered officer passing. The officer was Black and died after being knifed in his own patrol car.

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19. It’s Them Or Me

One of my cousins and I were born 15 days apart. Before that, his sister was the only grandchild in the family, so naturally, she got jealous when all of a sudden she wasn’t getting any attention with two little babies around. One day she apparently went up to my mom and aunt with a very serious look on her face and a KNIFE in her hand saying, “I shall kill them.”

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20. No Words

It was in the early afternoon of Halloween. It’s a rough time of year for me because my first child was stillborn near this day. I was sitting in a chair in the den, and my husband was at the desk on the opposite side of the room. My two-and-a-half-year-old daughter was moving around the room not really doing anything.

As always, my thoughts turned to my stillborn daughter. Suddenly, my daughter came over and plopped a book onto my lap. Our den was covered wall to wall in books. She’d given me a book that I received after the stillbirth. It was a pagan book for grieving parents. I stared down at the book startled at the coincidence.

My daughter flipped it open and pointed to a paragraph. I obeyed and read it. It was talking about how when you lose a child, the child might reincarnate back into the same family or somewhere nearby. So, I wondered where my child might have had reincarnated. Then something happened that made me jump out of my skin. My daughter patted my leg and said, “I’m right here, Mommy.”

Up until those words, nothing had been spoken out loud. It gives me chills every time I remember it.

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21. The Blonde Beast

Little blonde girls still freak me out to this day because of this story. I had the window seat on a quick one-hour flight, sat next to a little blonde girl with her mom on the aisle seat. As we’re taking off, the girl points out the window and exclaims, “We go up and die!” Her mom quickly corrects her, “Yes, we go up in the sky!” A few minutes later, she’s points again and says, “I see pain!”

Quick on her feet, her mom corrects her again, “You see plane, very good.” No, Sheryl, that’s not what she said and you know it!

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22. Strange Visit

My cousin Dave and I were out on an all-day fishing trip, and he told me that if I wanted to spend the night at his place, I was more than welcome to. I hadn’t seen him in a while and I still wanted to spend time with him so, I said sure! He lived in a ranch style house with his wife of two years, and their seven-year-old son.

When we got back to his place, we had dinner, watched TV, you know did normal things. Eventually, his wife and son went to bed, which left us alone in the living room. That’s when I asked him, you like this place so far? His answer gave me a very bad feeling. He said “yeah,” but was making a face that I could tell he wanted to say more.

He eventually followed up with, “Don’t get me wrong, this place is great but there’s just something weird about it.” An hour goes by and it’s getting late, and Dave can hear his son talking on the monitor so he decides to check on him. He enters his son’s room with a “Hey buddy, why are you—” This is followed up by him shuffling to pick up his son, carrying him out, and slamming the door to his bedroom. Then he woke up his wife, and sent us all out of the house.

As soon as we’re out, he asks me to call the police. I oblige and while we’re waiting I ask, “What happened man?” It took him a while to gather a response, and then he looked at me with the weirdest facial expression, and said his son “was sitting up talking to the closet, and when I looked over, I saw an old man, and I swear to god man, he was smiling at me.”

He was tearing up as he was telling me this. The police arrived, they check the house, no sign of entry at all, everything except the front door was locked. After they left, Dave made everyone sleep in the living room. Four months after that, they moved to a new house. I asked him once if he moved because of the man he saw. And he just shrugged it off. I think he saw him again. I mean, either way, something happened that night.

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23. Forgotten In The Desert

One time, I was watching my three-year-old nephew at my house and pointed to my magnet of Arizona. It showed a desert with rock formations. He asked where it was. He then explained that he used to live by the “red rocks like that with his first family” who had straight, dark hair. His hair was blonde and curly “this time.”

He said he had a mom and a dad and a brother who’d gone too far into the desert when it was almost dark. He had gotten eaten by what he said were not dogs but like wolves but smaller. I asked him if he was thinking of coyotes. He mouthed the word and nodded. But then he got sad and didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

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24. Peek-A-Boo

While changing my daughter in front of the open closet door, she kept looking around me and laughing. I asked her what was so funny. She said, “the man.” To which I replied, “what man?” She then pointed at the closet and said, “the man with the snake neck.” I turn around and nothing was there. I’m afraid to look into the history of my house to see if anyone hung themselves in the closet. At least she wasn’t scared.

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25. Water Log

My daughter drowned, and we had to resuscitate her and have her stay at a hospital for a couple of days because of a second drowning. She survived with no long-lasting psychological or physical damage. But stranger things were to come. For a good year and a half, she’d see the ghosts of my wife’s parents and then saw the ghost of my wife’s brother.

She even talked about going somewhere and meeting Saint Patrick, but he denied her entry because it wasn’t her time yet. She called it her Mermaid Tea Party, which was a term that her grandmother used to use with my wife when she was little. She’s 5 and a half and doesn’t remember much of it, but she made my wife weep.

She was bawling as our daughter described things to her like meeting her great-grandmother and great-grandfather, and even older generations.

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26. Mischief Maker

Apparently, when I was a kid, I used to say “When I was an adult…” I did this and that. I don’t remember why I was saying that, but I definitely remember I said I used to own a store when I was an adult. Another thing my dad says often was that he had an out-of-body experience where he saw me as a two-year-old looking and giggling at him.

He was trying to grab me but his hand just passed through me, where he realized he’s asleep. So he woke up and went to check on me. I was still giggling and running away from him just like my dad saw. He believes I could actually see him while he was asleep.

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27. Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before

Before I could talk, for months and months I would be humming in my sleep, the same tune, over and over. I would hum it when I played with toys, was waiting for something, but the creepiest was when I was asleep and humming it. A few months later my aunt and uncle were watching TV and they recognized the tune: it was the commercial jingle.

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28. Decisions, Decisions

My nephew came over and my dog Wiley nipped him on the leg. He was OK and we won’t have kids around the dog anymore. Anyway, he asked me if Wiley was going to get in trouble.” I said yes he will. What do you think should be his punishment?” In his a very sweet, high-pitched little boy voice he said, “I don’t know. He could get a spanking or get yelled at…” and then his voice suddenly dropped very low and he said, “or kill the dog.”

Then his voice went back to normal and he went on, “or take away his toys or tell him he’s bad…” It seriously freaked me and my brother out!

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29. Hide And Seek

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my 18-month-old running around her room. I walked to her room, opened the door, and nearly fainted. There was nothing; I saw nothing. It was almost completely dark, and there was no toddler running around. I called out to her playfully. “Erika? Where did Erika go?” Silence. And then, from behind me, “SSHHHHHHH!!”

I almost screamed. She was standing, completely still and quiet, in a dark corner of the room the whole time. And decided that shushing me as loudly as possible was a good idea. I lost 10 years of my life. She’s three now and continues to be the child out of a horror movie. I’m hoping I can raise her to be a productive demon member of society.

She also yells “Fix the cat’s tail! Fix it mom!” whenever I am using scissors for anything.

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30. Stay Out Of The Woods

My now 11-year-old daughter had an “imaginary” friend when she was five. Her name was Elizabeth and according to my daughter, “She has dark hair but some of it is orange looking like it’s dirty from Koolaid. She has a bloody and messed up leg and she limps because she was run over. Not run over by a car because it didn’t have an engine. She is darker than me like she has a really good tan.”

As though that wasn’t creepy enough, one day she asked if she could have a sleepover with Elizabeth. We say “sure” and then my five-year-old starts walking towards with woods with a backpack. I rush out to stop her, and remind her of our rules about not going into the woods alone. She’s really upset because apparently “Elizabeth” lives in the woods, and that’s where the sleepover was supposed to happen. Oh, but I had no idea it would get much creepier. 

A year after all this, the county finally decided to repave the nearby road. When speaking with the project manager, we found out that the road was actually the end of the Trail of Tears and that somewhere back here was the site of an ambush that resulted in the deaths of several children, and adults when they were crushed by rushing wagons.

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31. Waking Nightmare

My son was two. He was in a pattern of waking us up at about 5:00 am every morning. One morning I took him downstairs and plopped him in front of the TV so I could try to go back to sleep for about 30 minutes on the couch (right by him). I woke up a few minutes later and he was standing in the foyer, pointing into the kitchen, laughing. He then said, “Mommy is floating in the kitchen.”

I didn’t think much of it…went back to sleep for a bit. About 30 minutes later his mom came downstairs having just woken up, saying she “had one of those weird dreams where she flew out of her body, went downstairs and found herself in the kitchen.” Freekay.

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32. Girl Gone Wild

When my daughter was a year and a half old, she got out of her bed in the middle of the night, came up to me while I was sitting at my desk, and goes “The fire. It’s coming. Shhh…” with a finger to her lips. And then goes back to bed. Then when she was two, she and I were playing with her baby dolls on her bed, and I ask her “Sweetie, do you want mommy to have another baby?”

And she looks me right in the face, takes a pillow, holds it over one of her dolls, and whispers “Nooo…” At three she comes up to me, strokes my ear softly, and whispers “Take your ear off, Mommy. I do it.” Finally, on her third birthday, she was in her room popping balloons from her party and I hear her go “Pop all the balloons. Pop all of the joy.” She’s harmless, that I know of, but she’s a little creepy somebody sometimes.

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33. Old Wive’s Tale

I was a nanny to a two-year-old who was way ahead of me developmentally in almost every way. He used to like to tell me stories while we got him ready to go to bed. It was always these weird stories that would always start with, “when I was an old lady…” and included very specific little “day in the life of” type details.

I quickly realized these stories went beyond the life experience and typical vocabulary of a two-year-old. Over a few months, he kept adding very consistently to this story. He would also sometimes play as this old lady with a cloth over his head and walking slowly as if his back pained him. He pretended to grocery shop.

Playing with his sister’s dolls as if they were his grandchildren was one of his favorite things to do. He told us how many children and grandchildren she had and how she lost her husband in his 50s from lung disease. One daughter lost her life in a car accident, leaving behind two small children for the grandma to look after.

She had a bad back and pain in her feet, which her daughter rubbed for some relief. All but one child had been married; the unmarried daughter lived with her. She worried she’d never marry. This is the part where it got dark. She remembered that her life ended when a car had hit her while she crossed the street. She described how people stood around her.

He told us where it had hurt and how someone lifted her into a car and took her to the hospital where she didn’t make it. I was not his only nanny, and all of us would get together to swap stories. I wrote them down because I was fascinated with phenomena like past lives before this and wanted to see where it all went.

He talked about the house and neighborhood where they lived. This was especially interesting because this kid came from a very wealthy family and had never seen the kind of housing or poverty he’d described. He also said he lived by the seaside. So, once we were visiting a seaside city on the other side of the country.

A family member was having a birthday party there, so we piled in the van to go. But our driver got lost, and we ended up driving through a rough neighborhood. Then suddenly my little boy started shouting and screaming and insisted we turn down a couple of specific streets. Then he was pointing to things he recognized.

He told us things that he could recognize, “from when I was an old lady.” It matched what he had described before in general, and we were all so interested that we let him direct us where to go since we were already late for the party anyway. He accurately described what we would see around the next turn several times.

But then he got extremely confused and upset when he got to where “her” house was because it was now a store. The driver leaned out the window and asked a nearby old person what had been there before the store who confirmed that it’d been houses. We never went back there or were able to get any additional verification.

Understandably, his parents were concerned about these vivid and strange stories. So, after this dramatic incident, we made an active effort to redirect him to other stories and play types. When he was almost three, he was telling less of these stories, which became less specific. By about 3 1/2, he remembered nothing.

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34. Spirit Medium

My mom told me how when I was a baby in nappies and could talk quite well for my age (not sure how old I was). One day while she was changing my nappy she said I looked her in the eye and said, “I used to do this to you when you were a little girl.” She said the hairs on her neck went up and was creeped the heck out, but just replied “Oh did you?”

Then I went on as a baby again like I never said a thing. She thinks maybe it was my deceased great nanna appearing through me for a second.

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35. Sarah-ndipity

My parents told me that I used to have frequent bouts of nightmares when I was 4. And it always started with me screaming the name Sarah. Then I’d scream for help, which would then wake everyone in the house, and it ended with me blubbering out that I was sorry and over and over again, all the while crying and sobbing. My parents were horrified—but the nightmare was just beginning.

When I would wake up in the morning, I would have no recollection of any of this. My parents had no idea what made them happen since they couldn’t think of anyone named Sarah associated with me. We didn’t even have a TV, plus I hadn’t started going to preschool yet and didn’t know how to read beyond a few simple words.

The whole thing went on for almost a year until one day, it just stopped. Mom did try asking me once about it, and kid me said something to the effect of, “Sarah doesn’t want to see me crying anymore. So, I won’t.” I didn’t know any of this until I told my parents that I had always found the name Sarah to be beautiful.

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36. Furry Friend

My four-year-old daughter was going through a Cinderella phase and had a very active imagination. One night after reading a bedtime story, she sits up and looks towards the foot of her bed, and starts calling in a soft sweet voice “Lucifer? Luuuciferrrrr?” I was in that instant, very aware of my pulse. Took me a while to realize that the cat in Cinderella is named Lucifer.

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37. Dearly Departed Friends

I was a little kid when I said something creepy. I heard this from four family members (my mother, father, and grandparents). They were having breakfast and I came into the kitchen and said how “Uncle Sal” and I were talking last night. There was one thing horribly wrong with this. This was my grandmother’s deceased brother who passed 10 years before I was born.

My grandfather turned white and almost fell out of his chair.

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38. Oh Brother

When my son was about 4 on the way to daycare, he randomly said, “Mommy, I had this dream where you were pregnant, and we named the baby Dawson. But then he fell off the bed, and he was gone.” He wouldn’t give any more information than that. I was really weirded out. That evening, I decided to get some pregnancy tests.

Sure enough, I was pregnant. I never mentioned anything to anyone. But the next day, I woke up with cramps and had to go to the hospital. There, I found out I’d miscarried but still never said anything. A few days go by, and my son says, “Remember that dream I had about the baby? It’s silly because you’re not pregnant!”

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39. In The Shadows

One time, my husband and I went to his friend’s house for a bonfire. His son Lane was sitting on my lap. I went to get up, and he screamed then told me to sit back down. I asked him what was wrong and he said that “it” was watching me from the dark corner of the house and if I got up “it” was going to hurt me. He pointed to it and even described what it looked like.

I stayed there for two hours until he fell asleep. Told his dad to take him, and ran to the house. Scared of the dark ever since.

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40. Hunter And Hunted

If someone here lives in the Philippines, then you know about a “duwende,” which is a sort of garden gnome that attracts and abducts small children, and they never return. So I was babysitting my three-year-old niece at that time and it was in the middle of the night, around 1-3 am, and she woke up for whatever reason. She suddenly looks at the window and goes “Hey, why is there a small garden gnome in front of the tree?

I instantly froze and told her to ignore it and just go to sleep. I closed all the windows and told her to never go near that tree during nighttime.

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41. Feel It In The Air

When I was 4, there was something about the Royal Air Force on TV that was showing a raid somewhere. I looked up at the TV from playing with my games and said in the clearest words, “I really miss Ron from Scampton.” My parents asked me what I meant, and I told them I lost him in Germany. So, they just shrugged me off.

What made it strange was that I lived in Aberdeen, Scotland then. There was no way I could have known about Scampton, Lincolnshire, or what an RAF base was, or anything significant that had happened there. And then who was Ron? My family didn’t speak to anyone named Ron, and there was nobody at school named Ron either.

Where could I have possibly gotten that name from and then roped it into a completely random sentence? Being that little, all I knew about history was that Germany fought against other countries but nothing more than that. Then came the moment that gave me chills. It happened when I moved after my parent’s divorce.

I was 10 and moved to live in Nottingham, which was about a 40-minute drive from RAF Scampton. In Nottingham, I joined the air cadets, which was a scout group meant to show members what life was really like. While I was a cadet, we visited interesting places mainly to do with the RAF and happened to be at RAF Scampton.

We were learning the history of the base and its role. Part of the visit was to pay our respects at the cemetery. And to my absolute surprise, I was shocked to find that there was a grave of a man named Ron Evans from a Lancaster raid over Germany in 1945. Like I said, it’d just struck a nerve I didn’t even know I had.

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42. Silent Partner

Our daughter was premature and dysmature, and had a problem with fluid in her ears that we unfortunately discovered a bit late. This lead to her having delayed speech development. When she was about two years old, she started smiling and waving and saying hello to a certain point on the wall above one of our windows. This happened from time to time, over the space of about half a year.

Because of her speech impediment, we could never get her to tell us who or what she was talking to, and after those problems were fixed she couldn’t remember.

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43. The Never-Smiles Kid

When my son was in kindergarten, there was one kid (who he’d also gone to preschool for two years with) who just…never smiled. Like, he constantly looked angry about something. I was helping at their Winter Holiday party, helping my son, the never-smiles kid, and a few others with an ornament they were supposed to make and take home. It took a creepy turn I’ll never forget.

Never-smiles kid pointed his blunt-tipped kiddie scissors at me and says “I’m gonna cut your eyes out” in the creepiest way possible. I was totally freaked out, but managed to at least LOOK calm. “Uh…no. We’re not going to cut anybody’s eyes out. Not today, ok?” Never-smiles kid was constantly bugging my kid and I asked for them to be in different classes the next school year, which the school agreed to.

I lost track of never-smiles after the end of first grade, because our district redrew the attendance zones and my son ended up at a different elementary school after that. I heard the next school year (so second grade), never-smiles had been caught shoving damp paper towels into one of the hand dryers and holding the button down, to see if it would catch on fire.

I also heard his mom had to pay for the school to have an anti-bullying assembly because of him. Another rumor, a couple of years after that (so like 4th or 5th grade) said that he’d gotten kicked out and that not even the local “alternative education” charter school had even kicked him out.

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44. Shared Illusion

This was something I said as a kid. Years ago, the theme of ghosts came up, and my mom told the story about how my brother (he’s built different and sees ghosts/is haunted often) several times saw a girl with pale skin and black hair. He said that he thought it was me for a minute until she ran upstairs and started making him run around the house.

What did little me say? “My imaginary friend used to look exactly like me, it was probably her.”

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45. Friends For A Lifetime

Apparently, I look, act, and talk like the male version of my mom’s grandmother. But what’s creepier is that I even think just like her. She hadn’t been alive for ten years when I was born and lived far away. Even creepier than that is it has never been family members who notice. It’s random old people who’d known her.

As a teenager at Disney World, my family was chatting with this older couple with their grandkids. The woman said I looked and acted just like her neighbor who she knew when she was growing up. For no reason whatsoever, I blurted out, “Soy yo, Marisol.” She hadn’t told me her name and wasn’t aware that I spoke Spanish.

She responded, “Dora (last name)? De Calle ___ en Buenos Aires?” I snapped back to myself and stammered I was her great-grandson. Meanwhile, my mom had shivers down her spine and started to tear up. There are other times when people with dementia who knew her call me her name then try to play the “remember when…” game.

And some of the memories they mentioned gave me a strong sense of deja vu. At my grandfather’s funeral, this happened dozens of times from people I’d never met. One day, I plan to go back to her hometown to visit.

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46. All Good Questions

When I was like five, I was watching the History Channel at like 4:00 am and their intro at the time was a bunch of things from around the world and questions like “Who were they?” And “Where did they come from?” And “Where did they go?” I was hanging out with my mom the next night, playing with some Legos, and repeated those questions.

My mom asked me what the heck I was on about and had this really concerned look on her face.

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47. The Ghost Knows

I was sat on a bench in a cemetery. I had just had an argument with my then-girlfriend, and I was looking at the ground when I was aware of someone in front of me. I looked up and there was a little girl, about seven or eight years old maybe. She looked at me and said “Where is your beautiful wife?” I think I said “I don’t have one” then put my head back down.

I looked up a second later as I thought perhaps I didn’t want to look like some weirdo talking to kids in a cemetery, but she was gone, like vanished. I looked around and there was no one in sight and it was a bit away from the exits. Very odd and I never forgot it—but there was one final twist. I split up with that girlfriend, but we met again 15 years later and got married.

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48. Say My Name

We used to joke that our firstborn looked just like my grandmother who passed almost exactly a year before she was born. But then again, all babies look like my grandmother with the no teeth and big puffy cheeks, so we didn’t think that much of it. But one night when she was less than a year old, she was really upset.

She would not calm down no matter what I did. At one point, I said out loud in exhaustion that she really did look like Grandma Hayden. She immediately stopped crying and slowly turned her head to look at me with a look of recognition on her face. Those were the biggest chills I have ever gotten in my life right there.

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49. It’s Coming From Inside The House

When I was little like five or six, I used to stay with my grandma for family reasons. Her house is old I think—I haven’t looked up the history and frankly, I don’t want to—but me and my little brother used to be very scared to be alone in the backyard at night. It was like someone was watching us. We also had a den of chickens in the corner and one night they just straight-up disappeared.

Like, gone. The cage was torn but nobody knew what happened to them. Also, my brother would say he could hear babies crying outside at night and that someone was under the bed ready to get him. I also recall him saying someone was banging on the window when he was taking a bath but nobody was outside to do so. I don’t know, that house was very creepy.

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50. Didn’t See You There

I used to do short-term foster care. I had a couple of brothers at one point and was sitting alone with one of them who was eight years old. He stared into the distance and very casually and with no sense of emotion detailed how he was going to stab his brother and suffocate my partner in her sleep. He spoke about it for about 10 minutes before looking at me and asking how long I had been sitting with him.

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51. A Family Affair

My three-year-old niece would often tell us about conversations she had with deceased relatives, two of which she never met and the third passed before she turned one. She was able to recognize them in pictures (unprompted), tell us the nicknames my sister and I gave them when we were little, and told us details that were accurate and that she couldn’t have possibly known.

Hanka: Passed in 2015. she referred to him as Mr. ****** (his last name, but not hers). She told us he wears a suit and walks around with his hands behind his back. He wore a suit every day even after he retired, and he would frequently walk with his hands behind his back. He did get to meet her a few times when she was an infant, but he was bed-bound at that point and was never able to walk and didn’t wear anything but pajamas in the few times they were able to meet.

Gran: Passed in 2012. Didn’t name her but pointed her out in pictures. She told us that Gran wanted to make sure she grew up “proper and courteous.” My grandmother was a big stickler for etiquette and made sure all of her grandkids studied an etiquette book as children. Poppy: Passed in 1991. She named him and knew who he was in pictures.

She said he was funny (he was known for his pranks) and had one finger that was shorter than the others…he lost half his right index finger while working on a lawnmower in the 70s.

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52. The Burden Of Dreams

I used to sometimes babysit a teacher’s kid in my teen years (they were friends with my family). The kid was highly anxious and talked about having disturbing dreams which weren’t necessarily violent as such, but just had smaller disturbing details, such as mold growing out of people’s faces. She used to talk about a “rat man” she saw in the corner of her room.

I would often get very off gut feelings when she talked about this stuff.

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53. That’ll Drive The Property Value Down

We were visiting a family friend’s house. My oldest son was about three at the time and all the kids were playing in the kids’ room. They started getting loud so I went to check on them. They were laughing at the closet, running up to it, and then running away. I figured playing hide and seek or just being silly, so I left to talk to the adults. It got way too disturbing way too fast.

A few minutes later, another boy runs to me and says my son is climbing in the crawl space in the closet. I ran and found him with just his feet sticking out. Pulled him out and he told me he was going to find “her” and she told him to come get her. Apparently, they had been playing with something/someone in the crawl space.

“She” was making them laugh through the crawl space, they all see her, and then she told my son to follow her. I told the homeowner what happened and she told me her kids know not to open the crawl space door and the kids swear they didn’t open it. But that’s not all. The owners of the house laughed it off, but in so doing revealed that it used to be a daycare/orphan home in the 1900s.

Something bad happened back then where a lot of kids went missing and they had to shut it down. It was an old house right off the train tracks in East Texas. All the rooms connected with a door together and they all had crawl space openings in each room down a long hallway. It was so weird. They don’t believe in paranormal stuff at all but would tell me about hearing crying, feet running up and down the hallway, and books falling off shelves.

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54. Pull The Trigger, Piglet

My sister’s older daughter is a saint, but the little kid is a psychopath. My sister and brother-in-law indulge every crazy behavior of hers. One of the worst was last year when one of my sister’s ureters broke and she had to get a tube from her kidney, out of her body and to a bag, while said ureter healed. She was pretty ill and was in the hospital for a bit more than a month.

Anyway, the second night she’s back home, little monster PULLS the tube out of my sister’s kidney, requiring her to get emergency surgery. The kid’s excuse? She KNEW doing that would hurt mommy, but she (my sister) was getting SO MUCH attention from daddy since she got home…attention she (little monster kid) deserves more.

The worst part is that my sister and brother-in-law thought that was cute. The crazy part is that my older niece would have never gotten away with something like that, so I don’t really get why they spoiled the younger one so much. I know she’s my niece, but I just can’t see past those behaviors and like her…she’s six years old.

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55. Been Here Before

My son was 3 when he visited his grandmother who lived a few states away. It was his first time there, but when he got inside, he toddled to her, placed his chubby hand on her cheek, and said, “I have missed you so much, Annie.” Then he crawled in her lap, patted her hand, and said he’d really liked her black hair more.

My grandmother Ann had stopped coloring her hair and let it go white a few years before. No one except for my grandfather called her Annie, ever. Later, he passed by a picture of my grandpa in his old band. He stopped at the photo and said, “That’s when I was playing in the band,” while pointing directly at my grandpa!

At the age of three, my son didn’t know much about my grandfather other than he wasn’t with us anymore. I also didn’t have any pictures of my grandfather when he was younger anywhere in our home.

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56. Twice Too Much

When my daughter was “booster seat” age, she sat at the end of the table that ran along the railing to the basement stairs. Every so often she would get incredibly squirmy and frustrated. Until she could talk better, I never really thought much of it. Then one day she tells me she doesn’t like it when the man tickles her when she’s eating at the table…the heck?

I ask if he scares her. She says no. Just didn’t like him bugging her. Fast forward four years to when my son is that age and now sitting in that chair. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Same squirms. Same frustrations. AND TOLD ME THE SAME FRICKIN’ THING!!!! HE DOESN’T LIKE THE MAN BUGGING HIM!!!! We don’t live there anymore.

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57. It’s All Gone

When I was around four, I stared out my windows at night towards my grandparents’ house. My mom then asked why I was staring. I told her that I remembered that that was my room. When she asked me to elaborate, I just said, “Why did they knock down that dang wall?” My great grandfather lived in the room I saw from mine.

After he passed a year before I was born, my grandfather tore a wall down and made it into a sunroom. My mom didn’t know about that and neither did my dad. So, when my mom mentioned it casually to my grandparents, my grandfather was in stunned disbelief. A year later when I was five, I stayed with them over the summer.

I was picking strawberries with my grandmother and asked where the shed was and if we were where we kept the pigs. My great-grandfather had gotten too old to care for the pigs, and the shed was torn down after a tree limb hit it during a tornado. This all had happened before I was born. I couldn’t have known any of it.

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58. A Wild Goose Chase

I didn’t hear this but it’s a story from when my aunt was a little girl visiting her grandparents’ farm in Ireland. She had been sent out to collect eggs from the geese and when she came back she was covered in bites and scratches. She said to her grandmother “The geese won’t hurt me anymore, they’re sleeping.” What really happened was utterly horrific.

It turns out she literally killed them all with a big stick. She was six years old.

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59. Technically There

One night, I had a nightmare where my family and I were at the beach with my mom’s brother and his wife. My dad disappeared, and a violent thunderstorm came. We ran and hid under a pavilion until it had subsided. In my dream, there were lightning strikes everywhere and fires starting. Some people were hit by lightning.

I remember being really worried that my dad wasn’t coming back. I woke up and found out that it wasn’t just a dream but a memory. We really did go to the beach with my mom’s brother and his wife, and there was a storm. My dad had left to the car, but the storm started, so he waited in the car since he was further away.

It was a very, very violent storm that came out of nowhere. A nearby shop was hit and caught fire, so firetrucks came. Nobody was actually struck by lightning though; that was my imagination at play. My mom managed to get some of it on video, and up until then, I had never seen that video because it’d been packed away.

The crazy part is, my mom was pregnant with me at the time. But here I was with a traumatizing “memory” dream of an event that actually did happen. I don’t really remember the dream and barely remembered the next morning. So, when I told my dad, he thought it sounded strangely familiar and dug out the video to show me.

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60. Downward Dog

Right before she turned 5, my daughter was in our hall in the middle of the night, still asleep, whimpering and crying. After some coaxing, I brought her to lay down with me. When I asked her what the dream was, she got really upset. She told me that she remembered when she was a bad dog, and they made her go to sleep.

I asked her about it again later, and she got very upset. She said she was a bad dog and started crying saying that she didn’t want to remember it again. She had no idea what it means to put a dog down. Let alone that it is what happens to “bad dogs.”

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61. Making Light Of It

My little brother and I shared a room together while growing up. One night I walked into the room. It was bedtime, I had school in the AM, and I was tired. The lights were on for some reason. On the top bunk my little brother, who was probably about six or seven years old at the time, was asleep. I hit the light switch and began easing myself into the bottom bunk.

As I began to lay down I heard, ‘’Turn the light back on.’’ I stood up and turned to look in his direction. ‘’What?’’ I said. ‘’Turn the light back on.’’ I flicked the light switch. He was sitting up, his eyes were wide open and staring at nothing. He was sleep talking. I asked, ‘’Why do you want the light on?’’ ‘’Because…I was born in the light.’’ And then he eased his way back down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

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62. Das Creep

My son was terrified of his bedroom. He said the “snake-neck lady” wants to “hurt Mommy so she can be my mommy, but she scares me and I don’t want her to be my mommy!” Just a side note, the snake neck lady didn’t walk. She would only “fly back and forth all the time.” Oh, it gets more nightmarish. She couldn’t leave his room because her “snake neck is attached to ceiling.”

My kid also suddenly started speaking German around this time. I don’t speak German, and no one in our extended family speaks German. But, my toddler had a very…colorful German vocabulary. I was mortified when I heard a translation of what he had been saying! He only used German when he was upset/frustrated/angry, though. He didn’t go to daycare or have a sitter.

He was only ever with me, his dad, or my mom and dad. Where the heck did he learn to rage in German??? I love my son more than life itself, but kids are truly creepy sometimes.

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63. Little Relief

I miscarried at 19. It was a deeply traumatic time in my life. I was far along enough to know it was going to be a girl and had nightmares of the baby girl I lost. Years later, this toddler came running into my arms telling me she was really good friends with Naomi who was completely fine and sorry for not being ready.

It terrified me because I never told anyone about the name that was going to name my daughter. Her parents told me that there was no one in her daycare named Naomi and guessed it must have been an imaginary friend.

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64. Wise Beyond His Years

My then-three-year-old son casually told me one morning after brushing his teeth that “When I was an old man I smoked. And there was a fire.” A few months later while getting dressed, he just blurted out “You’re a baby, then you’re old, then you’re a baby again. Like a circle,” and he then proceeded to draw a circle in the air with his finger. I still get chills thinking about these conversations.

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65. Special In A Creepy Way

A couple of weeks ago, I was babysitting my four-year-old little cousin who I had never met before. She came up to me and said “Did you know that I strangled my hamster? His name is Fred! He is currently on my shoulder but nobody else seems to see him! It was funny watching the life leave his eyes.” I didn’t really know what else to say other than, “Can you tell me more about Fred?”

I was terrified but I love that girl and I didn’t want to make her upset. Later in the night, she was telling me about how graveyards are scary because she usually sees old people floating around. I just sort of went along with it but honestly I think that girl is special. I am babysitting her again in a few days so I am going to ask her more about it then. Poor girl must see a lot of things she doesn’t want to.

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66. The Man In The Corner

My daughter woke up screaming one night. Like, SCREAMING. I knew something was wrong, but I could have never imagined the reality. I went into her room to find her curled up in a ball against her crib kind of “pushing” or “fighting” things off. I pick her up and she smacked me in the face. I held her head and calmly said her name, but her eyes were wild.

She slowly came to, hugged me, and was shaking. The following morning I asked her what happened. “The man was here.” I asked her where and she pointed immediately to a corner of the room. I then asked what the man looked like. She pointed at her skin “black” then made goggles around her eyes with her hands, or binoculars (you know what I mean) and looked at me. “Red.”

It hasn’t happened since. But other things have. I’m convinced she either sees things, or has sleep paralysis. But sleep paralysis doesn’t usually involve her moving around, or running away from things. She’s a creepy little girl. However, since we moved out of that house and my wife and I split there hasn’t been an issue. Maybe I had my very own Babadook.

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67. Always Planning Ahead

I asked my seven-year-old cousin if she was excited for my sister to have her baby. At first, she was kind of sad, because she wouldn’t be the youngest in the family anymore. Moments later she brightened up. “Oh! That’ll be good because if they’re younger than me then I won’t be left alone when Nathan dies!” Nathan is her 12-year-old brother.

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68. Since The Beginning

When I was 6 months pregnant, my great-grandfather had late-stage cancer. During his final days, my grandmother mentioned to him that I had finally picked a name for my son. He was very hard of hearing, and when he asked what I had chosen, he thought she said John, which was his name. He teared up and was very touched.

She didn’t correct the mistake, and he was gone soon after. Three days later, I went into premature labor. My son was in the NICU for almost 4 months. As he grew older, he talked about Papa John a lot and was extremely fascinated with his old things at my grandmother’s. He talked about him constantly as if he knew him.

He would say things like how he missed him and his hugs, and when we asked what he remembered about him, he said that Papa John stayed with him in the hospital. Once, while visiting my grandmother’s house for a weekend, there was a striking yellow butterfly that was on and around the porch every time we walked outside.

My son told me it was Papa John coming to visit. This went on all the time from ages 2-4. I should also mention that I was not close to my Papa John at all and never spoke of him. I just listened when he said all this and didn’t lead him on in any way. He gradually stopped and seems to have forgotten all about him now.

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69. Covered In Color

The whole family was out for dinner at a restaurant in the skiing village close to our cottage. Right when we walked in, my little sister told our mom that she knew the place, and her mother and she used to paint there. Our mom, confused, just told her that we’d never even been there before and asked her what she meant.

My sister told her that it was with her “mother from before” and that they’d paint there all the time. All of us didn’t know what to say. It was a little freaky, but we just shrugged it off as little kid talk. But then later, my sister mentioned again how she used to paint there in front of the waitress. Her face went pale, and she made a chilling confession.

She told us that the restaurant had been an art studio in the 1900s but was converted to a restaurant in the early 2000s. After learning that, our entire table, waitress included, got goosebumps and were at a loss for words.

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70. Savor The Moment

When my son was three, we were at a ceramics place where I had a wheel-throwing lesson. He said to a lady, “I saw you in the fire. Did it hurt when you were burned? I was there, but I couldn’t help you.” She became white as a sheet. She said that when she was a young girl, her house caught fire and she was badly burned.

She told her family that she had followed a little boy, who she’d never seen, out of her room and then out of the burning house. She’s sure that my son is her guardian angel, and that he was sent to let her know this as an older woman to make sure she always remembers. We became pretty good friends until we moved away.

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71. Punt In The Gut

My dad said that one time when he came home from work, my little brother who was 3 was sitting behind the couch having a conversation with someone. So, my dad asked him who he was talking to, and he responded, “Your best friend, Reggie.” My dad was creeped out because Reggie had passed right before my brother was born. That’s not even the weirdest part.

While my mom was pregnant with him, Reggie was always around helping because my dad traveled for work. We didn’t mention him much after he was gone especially not in front of my brother, so it was weird he knew about him. Then once, my dad came home to my brother punting a football back and forth across our street.

My dad asked him where he got the football from, and he said, “Your friend Reggie gave it to me.” That really freaked out my dad. We only had like two footballs at home, and they were big, regular-sized ones, but my brother was punting a kid-sized one that had Reggie’s college logo on it. Reggie was also an NFL punter.

None of us were teaching the 4-year-old how to punt a football. My dad still gets creeped out whenever we talk about it.

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72. Who’s There

When my close friend’s daughter was born, my friend and his wife lived in a very old but beautiful house where weird things happened. There was a peacock that hung around until they brought their daughter home from the hospital. They never saw the peacock again. Once, I was there when the wife was in the basement looking for some canned food. She ran up the steps screaming her head off. She said when she turned around from the canned food, there was a figure in a big brim hat staring from the far corner.

And the daughter’s room was always cold. A kind of cold that unsettles your stomach. And, as she got older, she acted very oddly on the video baby monitor. They’d watch her sitting in the corner of her crib talking gibberish to something off-camera. Then the family eventually moved for work reasons. Eight years later, the daughter was acting sad at the dinner table.

When asked why, she told us that she missed her friend from her old bedroom. Her parents were 100% spooked.

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73. That’s Me!

My aunt lost her youngest son when he was 6 in a terrible lawnmower accident. Our family was devastated. I was really young, but I remember a lot of the time after he was gone. Years later, my aunt had divorced my uncle and had a son with another man. Her son was about 5 when we were all watching home movies together.

He looked up at the TV and said, “That was me when I was [cousin].” We were all shocked. It was still a sore subject for all of us, and we hadn’t talked about him since. Yeah, we didn’t watch any more family movies with him.

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74. Beyond Her Years

My daughter was trying to walk at 6 months old and already pushing herself up but couldn’t quite get herself to stand up. She screeched in anger that she couldn’t get up so she just cried. It was so strange, but I figured it was just frustration. Well, we hung out with a Pagan group that always had classes at a local shop.

The group had all sorts of people from different walks of life: Christians, pagans, Satanists, Wiccans, etc. Around this time, an old lady was visiting family and stopped by the shop to visit. She saw our daughter and said, “Oh! Another old soul like myself! How you doing, you old lass?” We thought it was just a joke—we were so wrong.

Then the old woman turned and spoke to us, saying, “I mean that literally. I can tell she’s frustrated at not being able to do what she knows she can. She’s was a stubborn old coot in her previous life, you’re gonna have your hands full!” As my daughter has grown, she’s mentioned her kids and past life experiences.

She has definitely been a handful. What’s worse is she remembers the end of “her life” supposedly. She said she remembers swinging from a tree and going to sleep. Oddly, she has a birthmark on the back of her head right where the skull meets the spine. She’s mature for her age and doesn’t act like a typical 1st grader.

She is more articulate and knows things that she’d never learned at school before. It’s odd, like spooky. When we’re with other parents and their kids in the same class, my wife and I notice a divide in how everyone else acts compared to her. It’s not impacting anything, and she’s still a kid, but there’s a difference.

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75. My Little Monsters

I have two kids and they are both creepy. When my son was four, he told me he wished he could cut my head off and take it to school with him. A couple of weeks after her fifth birthday, I’m putting my daughter to bed and she asks “Why doesn’t the lady in my wardrobe like you daddy?”

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76. Too Quiet

We had an almost 4-year-old boy at the daycare where I worked who would get into trouble a lot during the day. He was a good kid but often was too energetic, and sometimes it resulted in him being separated from the other kids because he would get a little physical. One such afternoon he was sent to the office with me.

While I made copies, he sat at a little table drawing and talked to me. When I was done, I sat down next to him and asked what he had drawn. It looked like a crib or cage that had a person laying down in it with a big cloud over it. He said, and I will never forget this, “That’s me in my old bed before my life ended.”

I didn’t know how to react. I was so confused. So, I asked him how he came up with his drawing. He just shrugged me off and kept coloring. His quiet time was finished, so I took him back outside to the playground, and he acted normally the rest of the time that I knew him. But what he said was NOT what I was expecting.

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77. Well, That Settles That Then

While waiting at a crosswalk for the light to turn green, my three-year-old was asking why I don’t just cross right away. I tell him that I might get hit by a car and get hurt if I am not careful. He turns to me and says “But daddy, you don’t die on the road, you die in a fire.”

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78. Better Timing

My buddy and his wife had an unexpected pregnancy when they were both pretty young. Knowing they were in no position to raise a child, they decided to end the pregnancy. It was a decision they’d struggled with. A lot of people knew about it, but nobody ever talked about it. Years later, they were in a better situation.

So, they decided to have a child. They had a healthy little boy, and everything was great. They saw no reason to mention the earlier pregnancy to the kid. And again, nobody else did either. One day, when he was 5, they were driving down the road, and he was in the back seat when he told his parents the creepiest thing.

He said, “God told me you didn’t need me the first time. So, he made me wait before I could come back.” I’m not religious, neither is the guy who shared this story about his son. But it gives me goosebumps every time I think about it.

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79. A Message From The Grave

Apparently, when I was about three or four years old, I had an imaginary friend who was a British soldier in WWI. I would tell my parents about the things he’d tell me, one of which was about being stationed in India. My mom then pulled out a map and asked me to point out where India was. That’s where it got really weird. I got it right, obviously without having known before.

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80. Looks Like It

We’d lost my brother when I was nine. I look a lot like him, and so does my now teenaged nephew. I was holding this nephew as he slept one time when he was about 6 months old. And I was looking down at his sleeping face and thinking in awe about how much he looked just like my brother. It was almost mind-bogglingly so.

In a mix of baby love and incredulity at this resemblance I was seeing, I whispered, “[Brother’s name], are you in there?” The baby’s eyes snapped open, and he stared me straight in the face as if acknowledging me, but stayed sound asleep. We locked eyes for a moment, and then his lids slowly drooped back over his eyes.

I think it took half an hour for my goosebumps to go away after that.

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81. A Visitor From Beyond

We asked my five-year-old cousin who she was talking to in the den. She said with excitement “I was showing pap my dolls!” This was utterly terrifying for one reason. “Pap” was what we called our grandpa, and he had passed that morning but we hadn’t told her yet. We had actually come down to the den to let her know at that very moment.

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82. Not Cool

I had a music teacher who took his 4-year-old daughter to an old theater in Alaska. She started crying immediately when she walked in, so he took her outside and she stopped crying. He took her back in, she started crying again, so he took her outside again. He asked why she was crying, and she said: “That’s where the people with no eyes watch you.”

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83. Past Lives

My daughter would constantly talk about another life she had. This wasn’t once or twice, this went on for years and in very specific detail. At first, I thought it was a story she was making up, but when it kept going and going and going and as specific as it was, I started to get really freaked out. She had never experienced anything like this in her life and we don’t watch movies like that.

It gets very, very creepy. She used to say how her dad (then not now) used to beat her and put her in the closet and make her stand outside with her hands tied to a tree. He wasn’t a very nice guy, she had siblings and he was nicer to the boy, he ended up killing her and her mom; she described her end very specifically.

One day, we were driving through Kansas over by Dodge City, and on the long deserted road, she said a house looked like where she lived. We had never been there before and this was actually one of the last things she ever said about it. It used to break my heart hearing her talk about it, I’m so glad it stopped.

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84. Creep In The Corner

When I was 3 years old, I was sleeping in my parent’s bed when I sat straight up and asked “Mommy, who is that man in the corner?” She was terrified. This happened every night until she went to the corner and talked to him asking him to leave us alone because he was scaring me. I still believe in ghosts because of this.

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85. Get The Heck Out

My sister was once asleep beside me while I was playing on my phone. She’s a heavy sleeper and very little can wake her up. All of a sudden, she bolted upright and grabbed my arm while looking towards my window. I’ll never forget her next words. She whispered in a panicked voice “You can’t let them in.” Confused, I asked her what she was talking about.

“You can’t let them in,” she repeated, “they don’t have eyes!” Then she rolled over and went back to sleep. This would be creepy enough on its own, however, my house had similar events prior to and after this. For example, my siblings refused to sleep in their room. Eventually, they said it was because of “the girl without eyes that lives in the closet.”

I myself had nightmares of a girl with black holes for eyes standing at the foot of my bed. When I saw her, she told me that I’d “better wake up before you forget how.” Prior to that nightmare, I had felt like my blanket had been getting pulled off me repeatedly during the night. I had never told anyone about it so it wasn’t like my sister got the idea of the eyeless girl from me.

Also, the window my sister had been looking at had a bad history. Often at night, I’d hear scratching coming from it and my cat would stare at the window and hiss. I never saw anything there, even when I climbed out on the roof to investigate. The second I was back inside, my cat would hiss at the window again. It was overall just a very creepy series of events.

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86. The Girl With The Yellow Raincoat

My dad is the owner of a hostel in Buenos Aires. We have plenty of people from all over the world, but especially from South America. More often than not, there are no kids around, but every once in a while we receive families. So, there’s this family in the hostel. One little boy and his parents. The little boy is the only kid in the entire place.

Chilly winter night, he appears in the common room asking who is the little girl with the yellow raincoat in the bathroom. Once again, HE’S the only underage in the entire place. The spooky moment comes 6 months later. There’s no kid this time. Forty-something lady from Spain asks us “whose child is the little girl with the yellow raincoat in the bathroom?”

Oh, by the way: the door for that bathroom constantly closes by itself—it must be the wind. Also, the building used to be a nursing home and a mental asylum before that.

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87. Follow Me

When my sister was around two or three years old, she ran out the door and down the street. Luckily my mom saw her and called me to chase after her. When we finally caught up with her my mom asked her why she ran out like that. My sister’s reply was chilling. She said, “This lady told me to follow her.” We didn’t see anyone in front of her the whole time she was running, also we don’t know how the front door opened since she couldn’t even reach the handle at the time. Creepy stuff.

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88. The Party Is Just Getting Started

My little nephew went through this phase of being absolutely terrified of going to sleep in his room. I babysat a couple of times during this phase—we basically had to sit beside his bed and help him fall asleep, and he’d usually wake up shortly after you left the room and start crying. His reason? “The big dark scary man standing in the corner with red eyes doesn’t want me to sleep.”

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89. Any Last Words?

The other night, I went to tuck my five-year-old daughter into bed. When I said goodnight and gave her a kiss, she said to me: “I’m going to be dead in the morning.” Thank goodness that wasn’t the case! I watched her like a hawk all night, though.

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90. Whatever You Want, Sweetie

My wife left the house and my daughter turned to me and said “Mom’s gone we can do bad things.” This creeped me right the heck out. I asked her, “What do you mean do bad things?” My daughter replied, “We can jump on the bed and use the sharp scissors to stab things.” I let her jump on the bed, and use the sharp scissors…for arts and crafts.

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91. Do Go On

A couple of hours ago, my three-year-old very casually was like, “I’m going to be sad when this home catches fire.” That was an interesting conversation.

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92. Somebody’s Watching Over You

“You can sleep with my teddy bear mommy. I don’t like when its eyes move.”

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93. Man’s Best Friend

A kid at the pet store said: “We need to get a dog that can eat a lot, so when you die they can eat your body. Then it’ll be like you’re still with me.”

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94. Goodbye And Goodnight

I was tucking in my two-year-old. He said, “Goodbye dad.” I said, “No, we say good night.” He said “I know. But this time it’s goodbye.” Had to check on him a few times to make sure he was still there.

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95. The Cold, Hard Truth

This was years ago when I was only seven or eight years old (I’m 20 now) and I was good friends with this girl and her parents were friends with my mom. I was staying the night one day. When I woke up, I nearly screamed. I see their daughter standing by the bed I was in. I asked her what she was doing and she didn’t respond. I started to get really creeped out so I turned on the bedside lamp.

That’s when I saw that she was holding a butcher’s knife. I called for my mom and my friend bolted from the room. That night, my friend’s parents started watching her closely for any more odd behavior. Sure enough, she would talk to herself and displayed severe paranoia. Finally, they took her to see a doctor—and he made a dizzying diagnosis.

They found out she had schizophrenia. That poor girl’s life has changed so much and her parents’ lives have been filled with stress and fear. She is doing well now with her medicine, but her parents split up because the father couldn’t handle the stress. She blames herself and it is heartbreaking. I’m just glad she got the help she needed before anything really bad happened.

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96. Little Goth

This is just yesterday alone: “Mom here is my drawing, it’s a man robbing old people, see the fire.” “Mom my life is terrible, it’s full of sadness and lies.” “Fine why don’t you just bury me somewhere then, at least it will be quiet there.” He is six.

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97. Friend Bear

Okay, so my daughter is now almost two and has long since moved into her own room. We have one of those video monitor things where you can see/hear the baby on this little TV thing or you can turn the picture off and just get sound. So one night maybe a month ago I’m sitting in bed, scrolling through Reddit or something, and I start hearing my daughter babbling to herself. Now, it’s really late, like one or two in the morning. Much later than she is ever awake unless something is wrong and she is sick or cutting a tooth or something.

So I turn the picture on the monitor on and see her standing up in her crib facing sort of diagonally away from the camera. I can see her hands in front of her but only like half of her face. Now is a good time to mention that we have been teaching her ASL since she was about three months old, and she has been responding and conversing in sign since about ten months. I can see her signing things like “nice,” “silly,” and “fun” and, oddly enough, “no,” “don’t like” and “bear.” Of course being the good and loving mother I am (and really not wanting to deal with an overly sleepy baby in the morning) I get up to see what the heck she is doing.

When I get to her room she is still standing up and signing/babbling towards the far corner of her room. I ask her what she is doing and who she is talking to and she signs/says (as best as she can) “friend” which she does with her whole hands and not just her index fingers and signs “bear” again. I tell her that no, see Bear (who is actually one of her stuffed toys) is in bed behind her not in the corner of the room but she just giggles at me and signs/says “silly” and “mommy.”

I can see she is wide awake so I sit down in the rocker next to her bed and try to figure out what woke her up but all she will tell me is “friend” and “bear” and occasionally duck down like she is hiding and making shhh noises. I finally get fed up and ask her who Friend Bear is and her response literally gave me chills because she doesn’t speak well yet but she managed to say, very clearly and with the most serious face a 20-month-old can pull off, “No name, no name, shhhhh.”

Well now I am well and truly freaked out so I tell her to ask “No Name Friend Bear” to go home because it is too late to play and I did what any good loving mother would do. I gave her a pacifier, went back to my room, turned off the monitor entirely and hid under the covers in my room where my good and loving husband would protect me from nameless invisible bears.

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98. Frighteningly Accurate

My dad watched his mother die of a ruptured gallbladder when he was 12 and still remembers it vividly. My sister, one day, randomly gets up almost an hour after she’s gone to bed and goes up to him. The conversation went like this. Sister: Daddy, your mommy died in a red sweater, jeans, sneakers and with her hair in a ponytail, right? And her hair was blonde?

Dad: Drops book he’s reading and stares, wide-eyed, and then says Yes… Sister: What color were her eyes? Dad: Blue… why? Sister: Oh, she doesn’t have them anymore, just empty sockets. I was curious. And she goes right back to bed.

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99. I’d Rather You Didn’t

My six-year-old daughter was in the passenger seat a few days ago and looked at me and said, “Dad, when I’m seven I’m going to kill you. No wait, when I’m eight.” I asked, “How are you going to do that?” She smiled and said, “I’m gonna drive over your head with this car.”

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100. The Others

My mom and older sister describe how I used to randomly start crying and asking where my mom was, even when she was right in front of me. When my mother would try to comfort me by saying she was right there, I would shout for my other mom. I would then describe this person, who apparently always held a bloody hammer. They said it scared them out of their wits, but one day when I was two years old, they tried to ask me about it and I couldn’t remember anything.

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101. Kids Know More Than They Let On

My mom told me this story the other day and it freaked me out. When my oldest sister was little, like 3 years old, she asked my then-pregnant aunt to pick her up to hold her. My mom said she was like “She can’t pick you up, honey, she has a baby in her tummy.” And then my little sister was like “That baby is dead!” My mom freaked out, but my aunt and grandma were fine and were telling my mom it was all good, she was just a toddler and didn’t know what she was saying.

Well, lo and behold my aunt goes to the doctor the next day for a routine pregnancy checkup, and the baby was dead. Give me the willies just thinking about it.

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102. A Nasty Surprise

When I was about five years old, I woke up to the snow outside our house finally starting to melt. That’s when I noticed a girl “asleep” in the garden. I went and told my dad. He took one look and his face went white. He told me to go play in my room. Turns out, the girl had been “asleep” in our front garden for about two weeks, buried and frozen under the snow.

I didn’t know she was actually a corpse until I was about 16, when I mentioned to my dad, “Remember that girl asleep in the garden?” Dad was like, “You idiot, that was a body.” As far as I know, she was in her late teens or early 20s. We lived in a pretty rough area at the time, and she had probably been out partying, sat on our garden wall, and passed out.

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