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Sometimes kids say the darndest things, and sometimes they say and do things so scary you feel like you’re living in a horror movie. Creepy kids are a horror movie staple for a reason, and out of the mouth of babes can come some truly terrifying stuff. Family members, babysitters, and parents over at Reddit have gone ahead and shared some of their kid’s creepiest moments. Here are 44 blood-curdling stories about creepy kids.


1.  Importance of Accessorizing

I overheard a girl tell her mom, “Her eyes are pretty,” referring to the new daycare employee. She then went on to say: “I wanna wear them on my charm bracelet.”

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2. New Mummy

My little girl is three. We’ve always had creepy incidents, but a few weeks back we had a week of her pointing near the bedroom window and talking about the boy with no eyes who was crying because he wanted me to be his mum.

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3. You Wanna Hang Man

He stared at the corner and said, “Why is that man watching us? And why does his head like this?” Then he turned his head at a sharp angle, similar to how a hanging victim would look.

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4. Dreaming of a White Garden

My mum was dreaming that my uncle was in the garden and it was snowing so she was desperately trying to get him to come inside. At four years of age, I ran into her bedroom, woke her up and said, “Mum mum mum! You’ve got to get uncle Paul out of the garden, it’s snowing!” She freaked out.

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5. And for My Next Trick!

I was napping on the couch and my then three-year-old was standing there with a felt toy in the shape of a saw. I woke up to him saying, “I’m going to saw mommy’s head off!!” Uhhhh….nope.

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6. Something to Look Forward To

We were on a long drive through central/Western Pennsylvania—all farms, hills, forests, and low mountains. My five-year-old, out of nowhere says, “This will look really cool as a wasteland. You know, after everyone dies.” As much as we asked, he didn’t elaborate on that.

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7. Midwest Charm

Alone with my four-year-old Midwestern daughter, when she randomly whispers, “Ope…she’s here.” While staring out a dark window.

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8. Creepy Conversations

So, my son and I stood watching his then two-year-old daughter as she stood looking, laughing and chatting away in toddler jibberish at…nothing…in a completely empty hallway. We just watched her and looked at each other with a confused look on our faces. Same granddaughter, some years later, still sleeps with me when she visits because “that girl” scares her.

That’s all she’ll say because evidently, the girl told her not to tell anyone about her.

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9. Shared Nightmares

My little brother would continuously say he saw people looking at him through the windows, and have nightmares in my old room. This is the same room that I had nightmares in of people looking at me through the windows and coming out of the walls. To be honest, it kind of freaked me out that he would have similar nightmares in a room that I eventually became too scared to even be in alone, let alone sleep in.

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10. Child Premonitions

I was on the bus, and this little girl and her mom get on. She takes one look at me and bursts into inconsolable tears. Her mom is doing everything she can to make her stop, but all to no avail. Eventually, the mom just says forget it and takes the kid off the bus, but the kid starts wailing more, and says, “Momma, don’t go, that girl is gonna die soon.”

I was a little sketched out for the rest of the day.

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11. Paranormal Toddler Activity

I looked at the video monitor to make sure my two-year-old daughter was finally asleep, since she hadn’t made noise in a while. I see her standing up in her crib. She slowly bends over to the side, cocks her head towards her knee, and says, “hi.” Exactly how did she know I was looking at the monitor at that exact moment?!

Plus, the way she was bent at the waist looked humanly impossible, and the night vision function made her eyes look so creepy.

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12. Left Behind

My four-year-old son had a habit of announcing when he had to use the bathroom. He would say, “I gotta go potty.” One time he makes his business known and heads off toward the bathroom. He returns seconds later and says, “There’s already someone in the bathroom.” Now, I do know for a fact that it’s just the two of us home so the hair stands up on my neck.

I ask him, “What do you mean?” He repeats, “There’s already someone in the bathroom.” Now I’m thinking, is it an “I see dead people” moment or someone in a hockey goalie mask. So I grab the biggest knife from my knife block and tell him to stay here. I walk to the bathroom, take a wide angle to see in, nobody. Slowly and quietly walk toward the shower and pull back the curtain. Nothing.

By now my son has walked around the corner and I ask him, “Where did you see the person?” He points to an un-flushed toilet and says, “See, someone’s already here.” His big brother didn’t flush the toilet.

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13. Watcher at the Bed

My oldest daughter usually stands beside my bed at night. When she was five years old, she already had long black hair. The creepy part was that she just stood there not even trying to wake me or my wife up. She was just standing there for two or three hours watching us. When she finished looking at us she’d go back to her bed and sleep like nothing happened.

That was a really creepy time of my life. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night cause of an urgent need to pee and looking directly at her eyes.

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14. Late Night Visitor

My three-year-old while eating dinner told me there was a man on the balcony with red eyes with his mouth gaping open, like a scream face…we live on the third floor and the only access to that balcony is from inside. Needless to say, I didn’t turn around. He’s said so many weird things. We live in a really, really old apartment, and I don’t believe in ghosts, but he creeps me out.

He’s also mentioned a little boy upside down scratching at the ceiling—just casually like it was nothing. In the meantime, I’m going to poop my pants.

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15. Private Eyes

I was vacationing at a big cabin in the mountains for a week for a family reunion. It was a Girl Scout cabin, so it was HUGE. My two-year-old niece was there. Fearless little thing. I’d seriously never seen her scared before. She was the kind of kid that would happily toddle into the forest after a bear if you let her. At the time she was just learning how to talk, so her sentences were one or two words.

About three or four days into the stay, I was in the kitchen helping out with lunch when she came in. I gave her a snack and a drink and sent her out. Not a minute later 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 niece.

I raced out into the hallway to see my niece running towards me, face contorted in horror. There were tears streaming down her face as 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. Once I was holding her upstairs and tried to sit on a couch when she began to scream again, pointing at the couch and telling me to run.

Her finger followed “something” down the hallway and into the empty bunk room. Another time, she was running around playing with her cousins when I heard her screaming my name. I found her in the empty bunkroom inconsolable. After that, she kept trying to leave. Thankfully we were close to the end of our stay, but all doors needed to be locked to keep her from escaping.

She wanted out of there. For a long time after that, you could not mention the incident without her falling apart, crying about the “ghost baby” again. It became taboo to mention it around her. 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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16. Ghostly Lullaby

My daughter Madison told me, at around age three, about “Kellum,” the man with brown pants and a yellow shirt that played with her. I assumed it was an imaginary friend because… well that’s what kids do. Then one day, she starts singing a song I’d never heard before. “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer doooo. I’m half-crazy all for the love of youuuuu,” then she’d mumble a few words and pick back up with “a bicycle built for twooo.”

I assumed she’d heard it from her babysitter, as she didn’t go to daycare and that’s the only other person who interacted with her. So, I asked the babysitter what the actual words were so I could help her sing it better. The babysitter tells me she thought my husband and I taught her the song because she didn’t know it either.

So I asked my daughter where she’d heard the song and she tells me “Kellum taught it to me. He sings it to his baby.” Eventually, Kellum faded away. Fast forward to about five years ago, I’m telling the story to a coworker who recognized the song as an old Nat King Cole tune called, “Bicycle Built for Two.” That prompted us to start looking on ancestry.com at my property address history.

I start following rabbit holes and found out that in the 40s, the Beasley family owned the property adjacent to ours, which is a (now defunct) dairy farm until it was sold in the 90s. Deeded owner at the time it was purchased in 1941: Callum Beasley. Father of five children, youngest died at age three, her name was Madeline.

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17. Bubble Boy

When he was around two and a half, my son and I were driving home at night. Car seats were in the front then—this was 30 years ago. He turned to me and said, “I am not from here.” I asked him where he was from. He explained to me that our world is a bubble amongst countless other bubbles. He said he was from another bubble. I don’t think I even answered him.

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18. A Friend to Children

Back in the mid-60s, my cousin’s family lived out near the ocean on the coast of Japan. It wasn’t so built up back then, and they lived near a rocky cliff where a small lighthouse sat. My cousin was maybe eight at the time, but he was sort of obsessed with turtles. He had a pet turtle with an odd name, and he took very good care of it, to the point where he didn’t have much of a social life.

It was a wild turtle he’d caught, and since he was missing out on socializing anyway, his parents eventually convinced him to let the turtle go. He let it go in a small pond nearby, but he’d go out to talk to it every day. Anyway, one day there was a big downburst coming up from the sea, it came out of nowhere and was absolutely ferocious.

My cousin was caught out in the open and ran to the lighthouse for protection. The storm passed in a few minutes, but the sea was so ferocious that the lighthouse crumbled under the waves. My cousin was found slightly dazed but unharmed, sitting a few hundred yards from the rubble. Anyway, my cousin doesn’t remember this today, but his parents told me that he wouldn’t shut up about how his turtle had turned giant, come out of the sea, and caught him before flying away.

His English wasn’t the best, but he just kept repeating the same thing: “Gamera is a friend to children!” Gamera for those of you who don’t know is a sort-of rip off of Godzilla, a big turtle from those old Japanese monster movies.

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19. Don’t You Be My Neighbor

My son woke me up at about 2 am, and he was very scared. We live in a one-story house, so his window is facing the street on a ground-level. He told me there was a man outside looking back at him. I follow him back, and sure enough, our neighbor was looking into the window. I asked him what he was doing, he didn’t answer.

I called my husband to come and when he got there, he walked away. The next day I asked my neighbor if he recalled the events of that night and he said no.

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20. Prank Calls

A couple of years ago, my older sister (14) and I (11 at the time) were watching our four-year-old sister. She was always a little weird, and said weird stuff, but nothing too bad. Anyway, my sister and I were watching a movie, and fell asleep by accident. When my mom got home she started screaming and shaking us to wake up.

It turns out that, when we were asleep my mom must have called checking in on us, and my little sister picked up and said, “I had to do it mommy, had to kill them, I cut Sissy’s throat,” then hung up. It still scares me sometimes.

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21. Meet Me in the Meadow

I grew up in the country in the Midwest. We don’t lock our doors around here, at least not in the country. We had a wood-burning stove, so had a logging road in our “backyard” that leads into a meadow, and then into woods where we would get our firewood. There is a surprising amount of local UFO stories in my particular corner of Wisconsin, but at the time this story takes place I didn’t know what an alien was, or any of the stories or anything.

I was about four. One night my mom woke up to the sound of our front door opening and closing. She grabs a knife and goes out to investigate. She sees me walking barefoot out toward the logging road. She runs outside and grabs me and asks me what I think I’m doing. I told her, “I have to go visit my friends.” My mom asked, “What?! What friends?”

And I said, “my new friend, they told me to meet them in the meadow.” I ended up explaining to my mom that my new friends can talk to me without being near me, that they don’t wear clothes, and they want to take me on a trip. Since this happened I have learned that there have been several cases of mutilated cattle over the years, and if you ask the right questions to the right people…loads of stories of lights in the sky and strange figures, and what have you.

My grandpa refused to ever talk about “the night.” All I know is the cattle were mutilated. My grandma cried if you brought it up, and my grandpa would not let anyone talk about it in his presence. Since then, I have seen some pretty strange stuff out at the farm, and I do remember needing to meet my friends in the meadow.

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22. Tall Man

I had to babysit a herd of kids on the ranch I lived at. I think it’s a herd…I mean, seven kids is a lot. Their ages ranged from 7 to 12, so it was a treat as an 18-year-old to try and keep a semblance of order. Thankfully, half of them weren’t allowed to watch TV normally, so I turned on Spongebob and let them zone out in watching it. By the by, that’s creepy enough in its own right to me.

It’s a very long house. If you were looking straight at its center, it had a fenced-in courtyard with a huge living room bordering it. This living room had floor to ceiling glass on both sides, so you could see through the too back yard which was a casually sloping grass lawn. On the left side was the kitchen, garage, a huge dining room, and a bathroom for the pool-goers.

Note, the living room and kitchen side of things are level with the ground. The bedrooms are all on the right side. There are four, with about seven beds between them, another bathroom, and all the windows are elevated. The windows basically start midway up the wall. There is also another restroom tucked in the hallway.

There’s no way to exit the windows from the bedrooms, but if there were, you would need stairs or a ramp, as on that side the ground drops a good five to six feet minimum. Well, all the adults are out exploring the ranch, and I’m stuck with the herd. They all finally chill out and I excuse myself to use the bathroom. I cruise through the kitchen, through the dining room, to the outside pool bathroom, do my thing, and come back to the living room the way I came.

As I walk in, all the kids are freaking stoked. Like, they went from TV gremlins to just freaking amazed and excited! They are all standing near the entrance to the bedroom hallway, pointing out the window going “I just saw him!” They all have their backs to me, so I kind of startled them when I asked them what they saw. They whirled around, dumbstruck, and ask me how the heck I did that.

They all swear they saw me, or rather they saw someone who looked like me and wearing a white t-shirt like me, walk right by that bedroom window from the outside! I raised an eyebrow, then had to think about the following: We are alone on a huge ranch. The kids’ families are wealthy as all get out. There is a potential of either a poacher, a drug grower, or a random person of questionable means having found this house.

I tell the kids to lock themselves in the closest bedroom and not to come out until I say so, I pop open the gun locker and grab the closest shotgun (ranch rules for the win, we use them for snakes that are in hard to get to places), and I dart out the front to cut off whoever the heck is walking around the house. Well, no one is there.

The driveway is empty, no tracks in the dirt beyond car tracks. I can see far and wide thanks to freshly mowed fields. I walked back to the bedroom window to see if I could find anything hinting at someone having been there, and nothing. That’s when it dawned on me: I’m standing under the very same window they saw someone walking in front of.

I’m 5’9” tall and this window is easily six and a half feet off the ground. They claimed they saw my T-shirt and torso clearly, though the window. Whatever they saw had to have been tall as heck. That’s when my blood ran cold and proceeded to lock down the whole place, turn on movies for the kids, and nursed that gun until the parents came home.

Naturally, the parents thought I was overreacting. But to be honest, in the middle of nowhere? I’m not taking any chances.

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23. She’s a Snack

My cousin, who is three years old, keeps referring to any woman he sees as “tasty.” We would be watching a movie, and he would point out a woman and say, “She’s tasty.” What he means is that she is beautiful. I can’t even walk with him outside because I am afraid he might point out to some woman and say that she is tasty.

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24. The Sleepwalker

My niece and nephew were 13 and 15 at the time, and we were watching them for my brother-in-law while he was out of town. At about three in the morning, I get shaken awake by two visibly upset teens who start sobbing about a dead woman trying to get in my nieces’ bedroom window. This jolts my husband out of bed in a hurry, he grabs his handgun, and tells me to stay with the kids.

They live in a mobile home that sits on risers, so this window is roughly nine feet at its base. He goes down the hallway, and I hear him shout, “WHAT THE HECK?!” and run back to the front door and outside. Now the niece and nephew are losing their minds, not wanting their uncle getting hurt. So, I call the cops, and walk to the door to see what’s going on.

The dead woman was in fact a woman hopped out of her mind on who-knows-what, naked, and she did very much look like a corpse. She had been standing on the roof of my truck, trying to see in the windows.

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25. Medical Drama

My four-year-old likes to play this make-believe game where she is having a baby and needs it “cut out” of her—we have never explained to her what a C-section is. Then the baby always has some sort of deformity, like no eyes or arms or something, and she needs to try again to have a better baby, and she is just going to throw the bad one out.

My wife and I have refused to play this game with her once we noticed the pattern, but now she is drafting her younger sister into it and they love it. I’m torn between making them stop or just being happy they’re playing so nicely together. We have discussed this weird game with our daughter and do monitor it, but overall it just seems harmless despite its creepiness.

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26. Ssssscary!

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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27. Ghost Stevens

I was once babysitting my niece, who was around three at the time, and she needed a bath before bed. I noticed as she was splashing around, and playing with her toys she kept looking just over my shoulder into the corner of the bathroom and giggling. I looked over my shoulder, and of course, nothing was there. As I turned back to her she had a completely blank look on her face, stared directly into my eyes and said, “don’t be scared,” then started giggling uncontrollably.

Safe to say I snatched her out of the bath real quick and got her ready for bed. About half an hour after leaving her in the bedroom, I heard her laughing and talking. I went in to check if she was sleep talking but she was sat upright, cross-legged in the middle of the bed as if she was chatting to someone sat opposite her. I asked her what she was doing and she said, “I’m talking to the man.”

“What man?” I asked to which she replied, “The ghost, Steven.” I tucked her back into bed, and she drifted off pretty quickly. I never asked her about it the next day, but she’s six now, and doesn’t remember a thing about it. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep with the light on that night. I don’t know where she would have learned about ghosts at that age either but Mum said me and my sisters used to do it as kids too.

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28. What’s in the Box?

The girl I took care of was about six at the time. One day, she was playing with dolls and I saw her rip the head off one and put it in a box. Later that day, I looked inside said box and there was a whole bunch of stray heads. I asked what she was doing this for, and she replied, “Practicing.” This creeped me out enough, but I asked her why and she said, “The man wants me to practice so I can help him one day. I have a picture of him.”

Then she showed me the picture of this “man.” She drew it herself and it had gouged out eyes and a bloody mouth. I didn’t babysit her again.

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29. Visit From Slenderman

About eight years ago, my daughter (who was five at the time) woke up in the middle of the night, crying and yelling, almost screaming, around three in the morning. I went in, bleary-eyed, and sat on the side of her bed. My daughter is an eloquent and linguistically advanced little thing, but she was pretty much reduced to a blubbering, quivering mass of terror.

She was clearly horrified by something, and just put her head down on my leg and sobbed. She did so for several minutes, with me just patting her back and holding her. When she eventually calmed down, I asked her if she had a bad dream. She told me that she didn’t think that she had been dreaming, but that there had been someone looking in her window, and it had really frightened her.

I got a little spark of anger; we had had some teenagers messing around in our backyard a few times at night, and if they had worked up the stones to climb the wall and look in, that was bad. My daughter’s window is about nine feet off the ground, and it’s a sheer brick wall leading up to it, but you can climb it with a bit of effort (a run and then a grab on the bottom of the window will get you started).

I thought that I had frightened off this group of teenagers by stepping out on the back porch with a large knife a few weeks before, but apparently, I had not. She went on, dispelling my assumption. “Daddy, it wasn’t those boys. He was just standing on the ground, looking in.” As I mentioned—her window is nine feet off the ground.

“And there was something wrong with his hands. His hands were really…” she paused, looking for a word. Then she frowned and started crying again. “Long. Long and strange.” She cried hard again for a second, then kind of stuttered out, “His face was long and wrong too.” I held up my hand and asked if the long hands were like mine.

She said no, and put her one hand on the base of my hand, and the other about three or four inches from the tips of my fingers. “This long,” she said. “But not as wide. Daddy, I’m scared.” So to recap: my daughter woke me up by screaming and crying, then informed that she saw freaking Slenderman in the backyard and that she was scared and he was strange and long.

I was sleepy and had suddenly become convinced that there was a monster in the backyard. It’s a lot easier to believe in things at three in the morning. So I did the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do as a dad. I smiled and said, “Kiddo, I think it was all a dream. I will look in the backyard though, okay.” My internal voice screamed “THIS IS HOW HORROR MOVIES START. Don’t do it.”

She said, “Okay” because there’s nothing bigger or stronger than Daddy. She actually managed to smile at me, and laid back down in her bed, secure in the knowledge that everything was fine. I got out the same huge knife from the night before and went to the kitchen, which has an exit onto the back porch. I turned on the backlights.

In the backyard, there was… nothing. Nothing was there, because it was all just a dream. She had a creepy, distressing dream, and she has a gift with language and she made me think that it was real and it scared the bejesus out of me. I went back to her room and told her that everything was okay and that I would keep her safe.

I held her until she slept, and then I went back to bed. I lay awake, staring at the window until my other daughter woke up at six in the morning.

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30. 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. (My cousin is a good deal older than I am.)

When we got back to his place, we had dinner, watched TV, you know did normal things, nothing eventful happened. 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? 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, I don’t know what it is.”

So, I told him it’s a new place and he probably hasn’t gotten used to it quite yet. He agreed and we went back to watching some show when we could faintly hear his son talking, we just look at each other and dismiss it thinking he was talking in his sleep or something. And hour goes by and it’s getting late, and Dave can still hear his son talking so he decides to check on him.

He enters his sons room with a “Hey buddy, why are you—” This is followed up by him shuffling to pick up his son, and carrying him out, slamming the door to his bedroom. Then he woke up his wife, and sent us all out of the house. I’m was obviously freaked, Dave is freaked, his wife (Jen) is groggy and confused, but their son is just, poker-faced about the whole situation, no reaction.

As soon as we’re all out on the sidewalk in front of his house he asks me to call the police, I oblige, not even worried it was a prank, and wait. While we were waiting I asked him “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, “he (his son) was on his bed sitting up talking to the closet, and when I looked over to see what was in there, 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 and we went back in the house, Dave made everyone sleep out in the living room at night. I went home, and four months after that night, they moved to a new house. I see him even more now, since he ended up moving closer to me.

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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31. New Life New Family

My seven-year-old told me that his old family died in a fire with him, and now he has a new family (ours). He told me the names of his siblings, what his parents looked like, what the house looked like, and when he died. He gave me so much detail. I wrote it all down as he talked and after he went to bed, I looked it up. Everything he said matched this one old news story.

Everything he said fit. This news story I had never even heard before, and it happened about a year and a half before he was ever conceived.

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32. 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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33. Night Of

My son was probably four at the time, he’s in the car with my mom and stepdad and starts talking about my stepdad’s father dying. Mind you, I didn’t know how he died, and my stepdad has never talked about. My son goes into full detail how he was driving through the mountains, and it was a really windy road, and it was slippery, and he went off the side of the mountain, and there was blood all over his face and car.

At the end of this in-depth explanation, he looks at my stepdad and goes “it must of have been really scary for him.” Well, my stepdad is super freaked out by it, because his dad did die in fact because he drove off the side of a mountain while it was raining.

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34. Keep it Moving

My mom tells this story all the time. Apparently, when I was only three months old, my parents took me on the yearly summer 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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35. Nightly Hauntings

My oldest daughter had night terrors every night at the same time for close to three years. Hands down it was the scariest thing ever. When it first started we had never heard of night terrors, and had no idea what was happening. She would appear wide awake, eyes open, would walk around the house. She would be screaming and crying, and trying to hide from things only she could see.

If we talked to her or asked her questions she would respond, but it was always stuff like “There’s shadows, mommy! Don’t let them get me! Don’t let them get me!” And start screaming and trying to hide. Sometimes she would suddenly look at us in absolute terror, and start screaming and trying to get away. It was always around 1 am and it scared me to death!

We eventually figured out that if we held her tightly and let her hide her face against us while we rocked her gently and just make calming “shush” noises, she would slowly calm down and then “wake up” for real. She was always surprised to be where she was, had no recollection of any of it and just wanted to go back to bed.

She’d then sleep through the rest of the night. It was super scary and horrible for us to watch, and nothing we did ever helped. She eventually just outgrew it. She has no memory about any of it, the only reason she even knows she had night terrors was that we told her.

flippantcedar

36. Stay Out of the Woods

My now 11-year-old daughter had an “imaginary” friend when she was five. We were staying with my parents for the summer so the older kids could enjoy the country, and spend time with family. Our second day visiting I hear my daughter talking to someone on the porch. I didn’t think anything of it at first. I just assumed it was one of her older siblings.

Then she came inside for some water, and asked if she could bring some to her new friend, Elizabeth. I knew darn good and well that there were no other kids here. My parents live in the middle of four acres surrounded by woods and swampland. So, ok cool, my kid had an imaginary friend. No biggie…if only. Over the next few weeks, we are slowly given details about Elizabeth.

“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. Elizabeth lives in the woods alone and doesn’t sleep. She is darker than me like she has a really good tan.”

Seriously, all she talked about was her new friend Elizabeth. I was kind of creeped out, but even my Mom thought maybe it was just a crazy imagination. Then when we had been there for a month, my daughter asks her grandpa if she can have a sleepover with Elizabeth. He laughs and says ok. Luckily my mom and I made it home from the store just in time to watch my five-year-old walk 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 was very upset that I canceled her sleepover. The next day I went out on the porch with her, and she starts talking to thin air again. This time arguing that it wasn’t her fault her Mommy said no, and then begging Elizabeth not to hurt me for being mean.

We went inside immediately. There was no amount of rationalizing that could change the feeling of dread that came over me. For the duration of our stay, I would hear really creepy stuff coming from that side of the woods, and got to the point that I avoided it entirely. I still do. Why? About a year after that the county finally decided to repave my parents’ road.

It took much longer than expected because they had to tear the road up completely to remove old tree stumps that had never been removed, and were causing the potholes. When speaking with the project manager my parents found out that their road was actually the end of the Trail of Tears down here on this end and that (1) that is why the stumps weren’t removed, as wagons could easily go around them, and (2) somewhere back here was the sight of an ambush that resulted in the deaths of several children, and adults when they were crushed by rushing wagons.

WhoDatKrit

37. People Person

We live in an old house built in the 1800s and my toddler has started to mention “the people.” The people are too loud, the people were looking at us, the people want to pet the dog…I always brushed it off that she’s probably talking about the neighbors, or imagining something. I was putting her down for bed recently and she told me, “Dad be quiet, the people are trying to talk!”

I asked her what she’s talking about, and she sadly says: “The people from my room but they’re gone now,” and sighed.

Truedeal

38. 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.”

elk_attack

39. Trouble Down Under

My kid’s Catholic school is over 100 years old. There is a basement under the gym that’s used for storage. I was subbing once and, during recess, one of the kickballs rolled down the stairs. A little girl was standing at the top of the stairs yelling “Just throw it up to me.” I went over and asked who she was talking to and she replied “That big man at the bottom of the stairs!” I went down and there was nobody there. There was no other way in and hardly anyone ever even went down there. I asked some of the other kids if they have seen the man before and they said: “Yes, but Sister told us not to talk to him.” I asked them to describe this “sister” and they described a nun. There haven’t been nuns at the school in 40 years…
geoffeaton

40. Little Farm of Horrors

My husband is a farmer. One night he asked me to pick him up after working ground and it was pretty late, around 10 o’clock. So I loaded our two girls up—then four and two—and headed to the field. We get to the field and he is finishing up his last round so we had to wait for a minute. I rolled the windows down in the van and shut the engine off.

After a few minutes, my two-year-old says, “Mommy, who dat man outside?” I said, “I don’t see a man, is your Ken doll on the floor?” My four-year-old then piped up, “He’s right outside your door and staring at you. He’s scary. He has blood on his face.” That’s when I turned the key, rolled the windows up, locked the doors and called my husband and told him to hurry the heck up because the girls are terrified, and there’s apparently a scary man outside my door that I can’t see, but both girls are describing him and what he’s doing.

Thankfully he was done and heading up to the van at that moment and we left. My girls are now five and seven and they both still remember that man and refuse to go to that particular field. I have to ask my mother-in-law to watch them when I need to pick their daddy up from there.

schuser

41. From Above

My little sister was about three years old and we were getting ready to go to our uncle’s house for dinner. She was being really fussy and didn’t want to get changed so my dad asks her, “Don’t you want to go to uncle Dan’s house?” She then responded, saying, “No, I don’t like the man in the ceiling.” We thought it was an odd thing to say, but didn’t give much thought.

A few years later we were helping my uncle sell the house and it came out that someone had died by suicide in the attic back in the 90s.

thekkillers

42. I Talk About Dead People

My four-year-old talks about death a lot—dead pets, dead family members—weird, but whatever. The one that freaks me out is when she mentions. “My dead grandma that got shot.” We never talk about my husband’s mom, who took her own life when my husband was a teenager. I’m a skeptic when it comes to the supernatural but it makes me wonder.

lostmyempathy

43. Blue Man Group

I’m just the uncle, and my sister-in-law would be the one to ask for all the details, but my niece apparently has an invisible friend with a blue face and red hair. My sister-in-law thought it was just an imaginary friend, until she talked with other parents and figured out that all the kids living in their neck of the woods have apparently seen the same man, blue face and red hair, but none of their classmates who live farther away did.

Niece apparently gets frustrated sometimes when she points at an empty spot and says “He is right here! You don’t see him?”

lukan2

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44. 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.”

Scarystrangle

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