Over on the SDL Facebook wall, I asked you what the creepiest thing was that you’ve ever heard a kid say.
I had no idea what to expect.
This is what I got. Plus a few future posts as well.
23 of the Creepiest Things Ever Said by Kids
- My daughter said to me the other day, “when I was your age I used to take you to the beach, and vacation. We used to go out to eat and read. But, I’m not your age anymore, I’m little all over again and now you’re the big one.”
- My 3-year-old son walked in on me in the shower and stared, then said, “Mom…wash your boobs…”
- “Mommy, did you know one night I woke up and came into your room and instead of waking you up I just sat in the chair and watched you, you didn’t even know I was there!”
- When my twins were about 2.5, I went to tuck them in for the night and Kayden looks at me and says “Can you please tell the man at the end of my bed to go away?” to which Kiera added, “He’s scaring me.”
- “I could just hug you forever and ever until you die and turn into bones and then I’ll still be hugging you.” Then, when she saw that I was giving her a crazy look, she started laughing, which made her fart.
- A kid from when I was a pre-school teacher. I was changing the diaper of one of the little boys in my toddler class. Now this kid was almost completely non-verbal, so imagine my expression when he turned his head to look at me, touched my belly and said, “You’re going to have a baby boy.” Like CLEAR AS DAY. I shook it off and laughed, until 3 weeks later when I took a pee test after missing my period and got a big pink plus sign. Yeah. My baby boy is now 5 years old. Still freaks me the eff out!
- My son wanted my niece to play down in the basement with him but she didn’t like it down there. She thought it was creepy but we never said that in front of him, she just tried to redirect him and suggested playing upstairs instead. He grabs her hand and says, “It’s ok, Brooke, they won’t bother you” and proceeds down the steps. We all went, “Who is THEY?!”
- “Mommy who’s the man by my window when we sleep?”
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When I was little,3 we were buying a new house,now before we entered I went to my mum "The old man is shouting telling you not to buy it, it is his," My mum dismissed me thinking it was just normal. When we went in things started moving around and we being stupid, ran up the stairs and an old man swung from the loft hung by a rope around his neck I then looked at my mum calm as ever "I told you so.." After we left the house we found out an old man killed himself after his wife died. I am freaked out with myself to this day...
When my children were 3, their father's grandfather passed away. We were sitting in the living room early one morning shortly after that. The sun broke through the skylight when it had risen high enough to. My son looked up at the sunbeam, got this beautiful, angelic look on his face, and said "Hi, my Bampa!" and waved.
My gynecologist back in the 1970's said after many tests and treatments that I could never get pregnant. This grieved my mother, and she prayed and prayed for me to have a baby. She died suddenly in April 1974,and I immediately became pregnant. The baby was a boy, who when he was almost three, started describing things to me and popping the knuckles in his right hand like my mother used to do. He used to be fascinated with a funeral home we would pass on the way to the grocery store and say "I was there one time."
I finally told him" No you weren't, that is where they take dead people. And you haven't been dead."
He got all upset, exclaiming" YES I WAS ! I died one Sayurray, 'member?"
He had not learned the days of the week yet.
My mother died on a Saturday.
One time my little baby brother said to me when I was changing he's clothes 'Brother,why is there a tall man with no face holding your arms?' I freaked the heck out.Im 13 and he says that every time
My son is 2.5 and still can't talk very well, but once he pointed into my closet and said, "Man! Eyes!"
Also, when we moved into our new apartment he randomly started pointing to one side of the house and saying, "bad guy!" He never used the phrase "bad guy" before. My neighbor on that side is an older, single man. Makes me feel vulnerable lol.
He also says, "Mama die!" all the time. Every single time I ask him how I'm going to die he says, "Bear eat mama."
I do see how this stuff could be real as I did see things when I was young but they went away when my cat died. I was 7 after that i started seeing shadows of my cat mostly the head and tail and some of the vivid nightmares would go away and I was not the only one who saw this cat both of my parents did. They don't now but I can feel her there and I am 23. But there is one reason. She would use to protect me before she died. I don't think she was an ordinary cat. And I know this sounds weird but I think that Cat is like my Guardian Angel. One other thing. I have three animals, 2 dogs and 1 cat which the cat looks exactly like the one that died when i was 7, when oldest dies the 2nd oldest becomes my protector. For say the oldest animal dies then the second oldest protects me. Even when I use to play with my puppy the other dog, the oldest animal, would bark at her even when I started it.
First to explain, my faith says my home is a sanctuary for any needing rest but there are rules that none who intend ill will or harm (mental, physical, spiritual, etc) towards others can enter. My son doesn't know this as I refuse to influence my children with my own faith before they are old enough to choose and discover their own.
That said, at age 5 my son was staying with me for a week while school was on vacation and after the fifth day he asked to go home because he was tired of the creepy old lady and her son asking him to let them in so they could 'play' with him. He even supplied the air quotes around the word play. My mother, out of curiosity, asked why they couldn't come in and he immediately says "They said daddy's a bad wizard trying to keep the good people out so he can eat me. I said they were lying my daddy's a good guy and gonna blast them." He turns to me and says if I blast them he can stay longer.
@JustinLowellPegler Blessed be - what a thing to hear from your kid! What did you do?
@JustinLowellPegler I like that your home is a sanctuary. What faith are you, may I ask? ( I am not a judgmental person or trying to start drama, I just like the idea of being a sanctuary and a faith that cares for the needs of others)
Our family never taught us that 'seeing' or 'hearing' things that others couldn't was wrong. We were encouraged to keep our minds open and to this day I'm thankful for that.
My grandfather was diagnosed with cancer and our family took turns taking care of him at my aunt and uncles home. The day before grandpa passed my father who lived about 6 hours away got in his car after work and drove to my uncles house. He arrived with no recollection of the drive, no overnight bag or toiletries and said his last 'conscious' thought had been that he needed to go to the store to get cat food.
The night of my grandfather's passing I was asleep in a guest room when my great grandmother (grandpa's mom) woke me up to say everything was going to be ok, she would be with grandpa on his journey and that he would no longer be in pain. She told me I was to tell my uncle she was sorry but it was for the better good (I had no idea what that meant until later). I immediately got up and went to the living room where we'd set up grandpa's bed. My father was holding grandpa's (his dad's) hand and crying that he wasn't ready for 'them' to take him yet and begging for a little more time. All of a sudden my father stopped crying and the look on his face was one of complete peace.
As the moment passed I realized I could hear my uncle yelling 'No! Let me out!' from his bedroom down the hall. When I went to investigate my uncle claimed he couldn't open the door as the door handle was just spinning in a circle as if it was broken. I reached out and opened the door from my side with no issue. Uncle went barreling down the hall and when I tested the door knob from inside the bedroom it worked just fine.
A couple minutes later we received a phone call from my mother saying that my grandfather had been in her room (again...6 hours away) telling her that it was all going to be ok and that she needed to take extra care of my father for a little while. He appeared to her at 10:27 - the exact time he passed away.
When we went to breakfast the following morning and put everything together we decided my great grandmother had locked my uncle in his room because my father needed that moment with their father. The two had been estranged and it was their time to make peace. When I asked my father why he'd stop crying he said he'd seen heaven, it was beautiful and all of our family who'd passed were waiting for grandpa. It was then he knew he could let grandpa go.
A lot of these do not surprise me, because I truly believe that children naturally have these supernatural abilities to know things, when adults wouldn't even think it. As far as the rest, children are also innocent and sometimes say weird things that would appear "out of line", perhaps to an adult. All I gotta say is, never underestimate children. As far as creepy goes, the only one that really creeped the hell out of me, was number 9...0-0..
My little brother and I had a lot of very strange experiences in the house where we grew up. Our family moved there when we were very young, and being children, we did not know that some of the things that we saw, heard, and felt there were not "normal". I was in my teens before it began to dawn on me that something was "off" at that house; my friends refused even to come inside the house and they never wanted to stay the night.
One thing I remember is that my brother would suddenly and with no warning whatsoever begin hallucinating; my mother said it was fevers, but he was never sick or anything. He would just begin having full-immersion hallucinations like a person in the grips of a fever of 105 degrees F. For several hours he would be wandering around, talking to people that we couldn't see and rwacting to a world we couldn't experience, then he would snap out of it. Sometimes it was freaky because he would be terrified of something that was chasing him, and he'd be tearing around the place screaming bloody murder and casting horrified glances ovee his shoulder as he ran, just like someone would do if they were being pursued.
Sometimes I would find him just standing in a dark room in the middle of the night, still as a statue and just as silent.
But the most vivid memory I have of his strange activities while "feverish" is one night, I don't know what time, but it was past midnight at least, he slowly pushed the door to my room open. I knew it was him because, although I couldn't see his face or body at all because he was concealed in the darker shadows of the hallway outside my room door, I could see his hand and wrist on the knob of my door as he eased it open.I waited a bit, a little creeped out by the sneaky silence of the motion, but not too much because he frequently came to ask if he could sleep in my room during those days. But after easing the door about a thrd of the way open, the hand quietly withdrew and then....nothing. Darkness and silence. And fucking goosebumps. Finally, I called his name, tentatively, my voice rising, turning his name into a question.
Then aftee what seemes a long, long time but was probably only seconds, his forehead, nose, chin and mouth sort of faded into view out of the dark as, I assume, he leaned toward me slightly. His eyes were wide open, staring at nothing, or me, or maybe some other place I couldn't see. Then he spoke, and it felt like someone doused me with cold water. He was speaking in some crazy unnatural language I had never heard before. He spoke long enough to say a sentence or two(if it had been english), then fell silent. A moment later, his face faded back into the dark. He didn't ahut the door and I was too afraid to get up because I thought he might still be just out of sight, lurking in the dark, watching me. It was one of the worst, longest nights of my young life.
Much later, I figured out that he hadn't been speaking some foreign language. He had been speaking backwards, like a tape in reverse.
Btw, we moved out of that house in '97. When we did, the "fevers" stopped. He's never had another episode like that since moving.
@TsrgM Omg....that is CREEPY!. How did you figure out he was speaking backwards? Do you know what he was saying??
@dbilu I figured it out when I was testing a mic and headset I bought for my computer, not too long after the whole thing took place...I can't recall exact time frame, but it was within a few months.
I was recording myself talking into the mic, then playing it back, etc. Once the setup was good, I played around with the software a bit, and at some point, reversed one of the short clips and played it. I was expecting it to sound goofy, and I remember the shock that hit me after the first few seconds of audio....felt like someone doused me with ice water.
I repeated the clip a couple of times, listening to it and comparing it to my memory--which is vivid to this day--of what he sounded like. They weren't identical, different word choices, etc., but the overall effect was the same.
That initial feeling of shock had been from the similarity of the sounds, and it faded slowly as I played the clip again and again. Then, the implications of this similarity hit me and I got round two of the ice water....he had been talking backwards!! Why? What did he say? WTF was going on, WTF was it all about, and generally, just....WTF?!?
I don't know when I first approached him with this story...it was much, much later though....years later. Because at the time it had happened, there was sort of a standing policy in the family not to talk to him about what he did when in one of the 'fevers', because he was still a young kid. Hearing his family tell him he had been doing crazy shite that he couldn't remember doing just scared him and accomplished nothing else.
After we left that house and all that weird behavior stopped, I eventually told him most of what I could remember of what he had done while 'feverish', and he told me his perspective(he usually thought he was having some kind of strange dream. But some he had no memory at all for, like "One minute I'm standing in the kitchen, then *blink* I'm in the upstairs hallway, with everyone standing around me looking at me."
The talking-backwards incident took place in the middle of the night and he has no memory of anything like that at all. We don't even know if he was sleeping or awake when it started.
And no, sadly, I never was able to figure out what he had said. I tried, believe me. As I said, my memory of the entire incident is extremely vivid, I can play through the memory and hear every nuance of what he said.
Problem is, I can't replicate all those nuances. I tried using a mic to record myself speaking the sounds he spoke, then reversing it and playing it back. It's unintelligible..and I'm pretty sure it is because I can't accurately make those sounds with my own voice and mouth. I can approximate it, but I can't get it accurate enough to where it becomes real words when reversed.
I'm hoping that before I die, someone eventually invents a way to directly record memories. I think that might be the only way I will be able to figure out what he said that night. After countless discussions between the two of us on the possibilities of what he may have said, all we've been able to conclude is that it could be anything up to and including gibberish(although I don't think so).
My little sister walked up to me with her new red shoes on one day and said "Do you know where I got these? I took them from Goldie locks because she was so mean to the bears. Swiper tried to steal them once, so I tied him to the roof and kept shooting him till he fell back down. Now he isn't going to try to steal from anyone again"
I have a vivid memory of someone or something holding me and another baby in warm, white light and telling us that things were going to be okay, even though we were going to be away from each other for a long time.
My twin's umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck during labor and he died shortly after birth.
All of you past life talking people are absolute wack jobs and you all need to go an smoke some more of your joints and get higher than you are now, (if that's even possible by the things that some of you are saying) Anybody that believes in past lives are nut jobs with screws loose. I had a sign from god himself that there are no past lives so all of you past life nut jobs need to go back into your holes and chew on that.
I used to babysit this little boy who was about 2yrs old and one night He was looking a bunch of photos on the shelves in the living room.. He looked at the pictures and said their names, Mommy, Daddy, etc. like he was talking to someone and looked over at a picture of Jesus and says "You"
I was driving down the road with my daughter, about 3 at the time, and there were a lot of police and fire on the other side of the road. She asked what happened and I told her it was a car crash. She said "oh, that mans son died".
When she was 4, I was pregnant and had a miscarriage. No one knew but My husband and I. She told my husband that the baby died.
Not creppy saying, but my Grandmother passed away exactly 9 months before I had my son.
She passed away March 22 09 & I had my son dec 22 09
Just read part two. I've decided to make a file of the ones that have a supernatural feel to them. I am finding this quite fascinating. I can't wait for part three.
My daughter had an invisible friend when she was three who she said was a little boy. She said one day, "He says he doesn't want to share anymore." I asked her what he didn't want to share and she said "Our toys. He used to have toys here a long time ago but these are mine. He looks very angry Mommy." Needless to say--we actually performed an exorcism on our house---apparently a little boy died there in the 60's. We didn't tell her we did the exorcism--we did it while she was sleeping. She told me a few days later she didn't see him anymore and she never brought him up again.
When my son was about 2 years old, he asked me where his other parents were. I said, me and daddy are your only parents. He said, no, the ones I had in Mexico.
Really bothered me at the time.
When my son was 3 years old he had just woke up from a car ride nap, looked me in the eye and asked "Mom, do you know what happens when you get attacked by a bear?" I said no bubby, what? And his dead serious reply, "You die."
When my daughter was 2 she said to me "mummy remember when you was a baby and I rocked you when you cried?" I said "no honey I use to rock you when you cried" and she said "no mummy I use to rock you when you was a baby and cried." Gave me goose bumps.
I know it's not safe to list your age on the internet but i'm 11 yrs of age and I talk to my great great grandma who died a couple of months before I was six. I wasn't super close but I remember we used to visit her in an old folks home. she had a hard time breathing so she always had tubes coming out of her nose to the oxygen tank. I was so devistated when she died. it took so long for it to sink in that she was gone and I couldn't see her 'till I got to heaven. but that's not the case. I talk to her every day. in fact I was named after her. she usually talks to me in my thoughts. like when I do something bad like lie and stuff I hear her voice scolding me or when i'm scarred she tells me everything is okay. I underwent surgery because I broke something in my hand. I was so nervous but I could feel her giving me big long hugs when I started to feel nervous and I could feel her pat my shoulder. I saw her in the operating room just before it went black because I was under anesthetic. when I woke up every thing was fine, the surgery went well and we got home without a hitch. sometimes I remember stuff that never happened to me. in fact I learned that she sailed to america during one of the world wars. sometimes I hear gunshots and cannon fire like she did. weird right? give me your feed back on my story
My son said once that he wished his school had a cemetery... I was creeped out and puzzled by the random statement. I questioned him on why a cemetery - he said "You know, like the one you had at your school when you were a kid"... I said, "Oooh, you mean a cafeteria!" :)
My three year old daughter, while playing by herself with toys, "Want to come to my house boy? It's not scary." What?? So creepy
My daughter when she was 3 told us she didn't like fireworks, it reminded her of when she used to hide with her sister under the bed when those whistling bombs fell. Bombs like that existed in the second world war but she had no way of knowing it. She's now just 7.
David, we seem to have at least two...we call them Mr black and Mr white because black plays at night (which is hilarious because he plays with lights and doors after we go to sleep...Lol). And Mr white plays from first light of morning til just when the sun sets and he moves stuff. Or plays with my cats. I was using the bathroom ( literally on the loo) and Mr white lifted my airfreshner off the hook and dropped it...half asleep I knew the ac/heat was off and it doesn't blow that hard, so I said good morning Mr white...can you make my coffee too? Lol And of course he didn't, but my favorite mug was next to the pot and the cabinet was open. All I could do was say thanks and smile. Especially after I double checked to see if my kids were still in bed (they were). I'm a-ok with my ghosties, and teach my kids not to be afraid. My hubby however is Caribbean, he believes, but wants to pretend they aren't there. They seem to respect that, since they never bother him and he's said they can stay. Lol