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32 More of the CREEPIEST Things Ever Said by Kids

Doll issued a sea shore

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.

32 More of the Creepiest Things Ever Said by Kids

1. My daughter had an imaginary friend named Sally, she told me once about how Sally was in jail for chopping her mom’s head off….

2. Two years ago my door bell rang. When I answered there was a little kid 4 or 5 standing there that I didn’t recognize. Before I could say anything, she yelled “just so you know it’s your turn to die!” and she disappeared around the corner again. I followed but couldn’t see her anywhere. Luckily I didn’t die.

3. My 5 year old handed me a rock and said, “You can use this for your grave.”

4. My daughter when we were home alone one night, “mommy, who’s that man on the ceiling?”

5. My kids ( ages 5,4,&3) are constantly talking about the “bloody girls” in their rooms. They each go into detail about them. Their names… Their clothes, what they talk about. It started when my oldest had just turned three. He said that they had been in a small green car, that fell in the water. The water turned red and their mommy and daddy were really sad. He said they liked their rooms because they have fun toys.

6. My son (3 at the time) threw a huge tantrum when we were trying to leave the house because he “didn’t want to crash and die”. After about 10 minutes he just stopped and was ready to go. As we were walking out of the house there was a very bad accident on the street in front of our house – right where we would have been driving if he hadn’t thrown his fit.

7. “The shadow man keeps talking to me at my window.”

8. My almost 4 year old burst in on me in the bathroom. When I screamed for her to get out, he said, “Mommy, it’s just a coochy. I see them all the time!”

9. I was reading a story to my daughter when she suddenly slammed it shut, point to the empty doorway, and screamed “you get out of here! You’ve killed enough people!”

10. My 2yr old talks and walks in his sleep. About a month after his second birthday I heard him talking in his sleep in the middle of the night so I thought aww cute I will go listen. Peeked in and he was sitting bolt upright in bed eyes wide open hands folded in lap. He said, “naughty mummy. Naughty daddy. No more mummy, no more daddy.” Then he laughed really creepily lay down and started snoring.

11. “I need to get my hands on a giant penis so I can put this fire out all the way!”

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551 comments
Brige
Brige

I know it's not that creepy but when I was little I had these scary dreams were people were whispering and then more people..and more.. Until it was like kinda a whisper-scream, and it wasn't that scary but I always woke up screaming and crying. Creepy.. And it was only in one house(we moved allot in this one little town, Teluride, Colorado. If u live there U are awsomeeeeeee and Randomly fr anyone who has lived there my mom and dad where the first people who designed and lived in gold king basin. The only memory of me being there that I have is picking up a dead bumble bee and getting stung. Wierd. And when I think of Gold King, I think of my cat simba. He is the Golden King of the mountains and the house. Rest in peace. (Sigh) why did I ever write this? Whatever.

bella1532
bella1532

Well me and my 4 older bros all see somthing more like one one would see them all over his house IV sen one incur hall way and sometimes when I'm going to the bathroom at night and he other one has seen sthem at night in the tree we used to have in our back yard worse to come when I was 11 and about to start seventh grade witch do to the fact I turned twelve at the end of August I twas I think July my nana had to hav surgery living in OK my mom went to see Her my eldest brother at the time 34 and his wife about 30 came to take care of me and my brother well he had his son and his step daughter and daughterwith him at the time well me having a queen size bed Annabelle his daughter was sleeping in my room with me wile Anika his step daters slept in the liveng room on whe bed couch (next to my room)well Annabelle was in my room and I got up to go talk with Anika Annabelle was turning my fan on well I saw some thin or some one It looked like anbell sio I was likelikeaberll sand it was dark so I felt artound for her but nothing was there I then come to my room to find vshe was turning my fann on. Creep .   Then when its ast night I will be tasking a shower and I turn the sprayer off and squat down to rinse the rag out I feel this chill go down my back and I get really cold and get this'd creepy feeling.  And when I was about 6 me and enebell were sleeping in my room and she clames to have headed footsteps andf a little later (mty fasmily believes in spanking for diciplin)sher cvlasims to have heard the paddfler being pulled diowen ferom the frtidge

ambriv28
ambriv28

One time when I was 2 years old, I was fast asleep in my crib. All of a sudden, I woke up and stood up in my crib. I started grabbing the air and started to say, "Uncle Junior, Uncle Junior." I had never met my Uncle Junior yet, so my parents were pretty confused. Two days later, he had a heart attack and died. Needless to say, everyone was freaked out.

Crypticide
Crypticide

One time when I was babysitting my cousin- six at the time- I had put him to bed and was then sitting on the couch in the living room watching 'Forensic Files'. I kept dozing off, it was around twelve in the morning. I had finally closed my eyes letting myself go to sleep, but I couldn't. I felt someone staring at me. My cousin. I asked him what was wrong. He started to really creep me out because he didn't answer, he only stared. But he wasn't staring at me. He was staring beside me. He then crawled into my lap hiding his face in my arms and whispered, "The scary man with the big teeth told me that you going to die..."

The Grand High Oreo
The Grand High Oreo

A few months ago, my mum, both my brothers, 22 and 19, and I were sitting in the kitchen. Somehow we had come to the topic of ghosts in the house. The land where our house had been built had been used before, maybe in the Victorian era. The youngest brother, 19, had given me his bedroom for my 6th birthday, when he was around 14, as he's around 8 years older than me. The room looks a bit like an extension, by the way, and is around 12 by 12 meters wide. The oldest brother, had gone to grab something from the kitchen, a glass of water possibly, when he heard two female voices coming from the room. My brother closest to my age, 19, had said it was his room at the time, while my other brother argued it was me in there. I'm just gonna assume the one closest to my age is right, as he remembers pretty much everything. My oldest brother says he went in and looked everywhere: under the bed, under the cupboard and inside the cupboard. Everywhere. But still, the two women weren't there. Even my mum says she sometimes hears voices from that room, even though when I moved into my eldest brothers room on my 11th birthday it was abandoned. Nowadays, its used as our cats room, as her litter box is kept there.


Another thing is though, during the night, when I walk up that corridor, I see a large black hooded figure, holding a pitch black scythe. I can only see the figure when both lights are off, both upstairs and downstairs, as the light can be seen on the wall which corners the corridor. As well as that, I don't like looking out into the garden during the night, not even when the garden light or my bedroom light is on, because my normally dulled feeling of being watch is back full force. And since we haven't trimmed the garden in a few years, theres a large tree like bush in the garden with loads of overgrown plants. It always feels like theres shadows watching me. I have that feeling in both our garden, and both the neighbors gardens. With the shadows, I feel like there always there whenever its the night and the lights are off in a room or the corridor. I forgot to add, I think its The Grim Reaper.


Another story is, when I was 7 I got a black cat, Silver, for my birthday, a gift from my bestfriend. When I was on my way home with my mum, she told me that Silver, who we always let out, was trapped in my neighbor, and friend Amerias', garden. Her garden was on the right of ours and you could see it from the haunted room (first paragraph). Being religious, my mum began to pray. She said she could hear him meowing and pawing at something like a large wall. After ages of praying, Silver was finally able to come back home. My mum said the things trapping him in Amerias' garden were Jinn, which are similar to the devil but less powerful. As a Musim, I happily accepted this as I knew alot about our beliefs. Even though I'm not supposed to believe that spirits are real, and that once someone dies they do just that die and wait for Judgement Day.


As well as this cat incident, I have another. Our cat Frost, Silver had mysteriously vanished, either sold or had ran away, a normally bitchy over-confident cat, had been playing with something, I can't remember really, and had stopped, sat down and stared at a spot in the wall, where if we had been upstairs, would be staring at the outside of my bedroom wall. My mum had began to pray while I stared at the cat in confusion. I picked up and snapped her out the trance, where she promptly jumped out my arms. My mum scolded me, saying it was probably a Jinn.


While typing this, I realized that whenever I need to go somewhere in the house, whether livingroom (front room) to the toilet (the room of which the toilet is kept) or livingroom to kitchen, I always look around the corridors; the one leading to my closest-to-my-age brothers room, the front door and up the stairs, or how I always take a headphone out whenever I need to go to one of the rooms, so I can be more aware of whats going on around me. It's funny how you never really notice habits ingrained into your nature, or question them.


Any reasons why these situations may be? Or have occurred? I'd love to hear your thoughts, as all these things and situations still freak me out, despite having occurred years ago.

MarisaBaldwin
MarisaBaldwin

My mom told me when I was three, her friend had a baby names Jacob who died when he was 2 months old. They never told me about it or anything, and then one night I went into her room and told her there was a little boy named Jacob in my room crying for his mommy

SamanthaCaitlaneHarnage
SamanthaCaitlaneHarnage

Apparently when I was just learning to talk as a child I would scream at my parents; "NO! YOU'RE NOT MY REAL FAMILY! YOU'RE NOT MY MOMMY, DADDY AND BROTHER!" and when they would call me by my given name I would scream at them in what at the time seemed like gibberish. I would yell out for my 'real family' and scream out some odd name that no one longer remembers.

Apparently my brother learned two years after the incident I was somehow speaking fluent Nahuatl. Or known informally as language of the Aztec.

I have never even heard a work of that language.

Amy1204
Amy1204

Why my cousin was young, she used to play in the playroom at our house. She would go on and on talking to someone, but no one was there. One day I asked her who she was talking to. She calmly said " Julie" I asked her if Julia was there still. she told me no she had to go back. I asked her where Julie was, and she pointed up.  Julie was my grandmother that died the year she was born. We had a picture of my gram up on our wall, one day shortly after she pointed up to the picture, got very excited and told me that's Julie! that's Julie! ( we had never told her who the picture was)   Also, when my son was 3 a close neighbor was battling cancer. My son had gotten very close to her, and even though everyone called her Barb, and she hated any other nickname besides that, he called her Barbie, and she loved it.  When she passed away, my son didn't seem too upset about it, which really shocked me.  For months he continued to talk about seeing Barbie, and going over to Barbie's house. I tried to explain to him that it isn't her house anymore, and that her husband John might be upset if he hears him talking about her. My son told me that Barbie was still over there, and likes talking to him, but he really isn't supposed to talk about it.  I left it go for awhile, until one day he looked over to the house, and seemed really upset. I asked him what was wrong. He said that Barbie came to see him, and told him that she wouldn't be able to see him anymore because where she lives is really far away, and it takes her a long time to come see him. He was really upset because to him, although she had died months before, he was still seeing her, and he knew that her house was right across the street, so he didn't know why it would take her a long time to see him.  After that he quit talking about her, and we didn't talk about her either.  When my daughter was about 2 1/2 though, ( she was only a month old when Barb died)  she started to run away from me, towards John's ( Barb's) house. I asked her what she was doing, and told her she needed to get back over here.  She looked over at me, smiled, and said I'm going over to Barbie's house, and then laughed and ran over. REALLY CREEPY because she never knew the house as anything but Pappy John's house.   She hasn't brought up anything about Barb since.

lelea
lelea

I am having nightmares now ok thanks little kids.


mariag9
mariag9

When I was little not really that little(around 7/8) I got grounded for talking back and yelling at my mom. So my ds got taken away. (Our house had a hallway that had a sort of closet) my dad put my ds on the highest shelve so I couldnt reach it.that night I snuck out of my room and grabbed a chair.(it was a one story little house so the only inside doors were the bedrooms doors)once I grabbed the chair I was already climbing on it when I had this feeling that someone was watching me. So I turned my head towards the living room at the time we had a rocking chair. It was all dark. So I looked and I see a man in a sort of suit with a sack over his head with holes for eyes looking at me while rocking in the chair. Of course I immediately ran to my room without bothering to clean up my mess. I pulled the covers over my head and listened if I heard any sounds. For like almost 1 month I had nightmares about the man. Since then I havent seen him...

Literary X
Literary X

My Aunt Thelma died in 1977; I was born in 1995. I've always known she was supposed to be a significant part of my life, and I've always felt she was "missing." Some of my earliest memories are of feeling a void that she was meant to fill and looking for her. I cried for her at night. But no one told me I had an Aunt Thelma until I was seven. No one talked about her. On the rare occasions that she was mentioned, I would want to hear more, but my family would just brush it off. When I was fourteen, I became obsessed with her, and I would regularly visit her grave and freely weep. Everyone thought it was creepy. "But you didn't even KNOW her!" they said. Well, one day, I was at a local thrift store looking at vintage books when a pocket-sized blue one fell open at my feet. When I picked it up, I noticed the words "May you ever continue in service for Christ. Thelma Johnson, April 1961." written inside the cover in faded ink. Though I had never seen Aunt Thelma's handwriting, I immediately recognized that to be it, and that fact was confirmed by my daddy. But I still don't understand how the book ended up at that thrift store. Aunt Thelma was several states away from here when she died.


Lovemydad
Lovemydad

I had always had some weird thing going on from telling my mom that she wasn't my mom and that I lived on a farm that burned and I died in it, to seeing my dad after he died.  But what really stuck with me happened when I was 35 years old.  My legs had really been hurting and I just could seem to get the muscle cramps to relax.  Well one night I went to sleep and in the midst of my dreaming, everything went white.  I saw someone walking towards me and as they got closer I saw it was my dad.  He walked right up to me as if looking into a video lens and yelled at the top of his lungs "BLOOD CLOTS!" and walked away.  I stayed asleep and went on with my dreams.  The next morning, I remembered it vividly... so I took myself to the health clinic (crap insurance) and told the doctor that I thought I had blood clots.  He said I was being ridiculous but if it made me feel better he would order the test and when it came back negative, we could start to work on getting to what really was wrong with my legs.  I said fine and off I went to have something like an ultrasound but it shows the blood flow in your veins and arteries.  Well, I went in and the technician did the test and afterwards she excused herself for a few minutes.  When she came back, I asked if I had blood clots.  She told me she couldn't interpret the tests but a doctor would be in shortly.  I told her about my dream and the doctor's visit that morning.  She looked right at me and said she couldn't  tell me what the results were but that I wasn't going to be allowed to leave the hospital and if I had any family I wanted with me, I should call them now.  When the doctor came in, he told me I had blood clots in both my legs from my knees to my ankles and some had already broken off and were in my lungs... If I hadn't gone in when I did, it could have been fatal.  


My dad saved my life and I spent a week in the hospital just getting the clots under control!  

suzuka22
suzuka22

I was not a big believer in anything spiritual, but my great-grandmother was. She was 73 when we moved into a new house; a really big house with three floors and a basement. She told me I would have to anoint the house this time because she could not reach all of the windows and doors in the house. I had no idea she did this and my mother let her to give her peace of mind. So she showed me what to do with the oil and memorized a pray.


One night, I was putting my baby brother to sleep, my other little brother, 4, was asleep as was my great-grandmother. As I was getting ready to sleep on the couch, my four year old brother came down the steps and ran up and hit me! I asked him what was that for and he yelled this "He doesn't like the stuff on the door that it off!" I screamed for my great grandmother and woke her up. As calm as ever she told me not to be afraid and just keep doing the anointing ever now and then. The first thing I did when I moved into my new place was anoint it!

hunter free
hunter free

when i was away from my uncle i had a barney doll that he had givven me and it sung to us and i had takken the baddories out one night and throught it in my closet i heard something hit the closet door i thought something had just fallen of the shelf and hit the dore and then something hit it repeatedly and the doll started saying i love you you love me were a happy familly and all that crap and the next day i told him something was wrong witht the doll he said he was praying really hard for me that night so i was really scared

TashaHowe
TashaHowe

My Aunt Tammie passed away when I was very young. I have a few memories of her from when I was like 3 or 4. I am sitting with her and she is tickling me. I can smell her flowery perfume. I found out this year she passed away when I was only 1 yrs old. I remember missing her my whole childhood. 


When my niece was  around 3 she and her little sister were taking a bath in the tub when she turns to my sister and says "Lexi is gonna die in the water" Lexi is her little sister. My sister promptly took her out of the tub.

Savannaa
Savannaa

Notice how the majority of the stories are about kids ages 2-5.

When talking about "past lives" i think it is because when you are that age. It is a different stage then the rest of

Your childhood because you are smart enough to understand certain situations

And have a pretty good idea of whats going on around you. BUT have no memory

Of your life at those ages. Coiincedence?

bmac62698
bmac62698

When my younger cousin was 3 and I was 15, we were down in my aunt and uncle's basement when he started staring at a blank wall. He then turned and said to me, "Who's that man?" I said, "What man?" He turned to the wall and then turned to me again and said, "His name is Don". My grandpa who died when I was 2 and and my cousin wasn't even born yet was named Don. So, I thought of the idea to take a picture of the wall with my phone real quick. When I was taking the picture, I didn't see anything. When I actually snapped the picture, you could clearly see what looks like an orb floating in front of the wall where my cousin is looking. I still have that picture to this day.

KristinShivers
KristinShivers

When my son was three, his headstart class got together and had an Easter egg hunt....complete with a Easter bunny guy dressed up. The "Easter  Bunny" was taking pictures with the kids who where standing in line and everybody was happy and smiling. Every kid was enthusiastically holding their baskets with eggs and candy it them, happy as any kid could be.


Not my son. He held his basket tight and was staring intently at the Bunny. When it finally became his turn I scooted in kinda close to snap a few feel good pictures...and I heard him quietly (but eerily) tell the Easter Bunny that he had his babies in his basket, he would never see them again...because he intended on eating them. Then he quickly turned and flashed me a dazzling smile for the camera.


Shocked me, shocked the Easter bunny, and the picture made the paper.

RHRT
RHRT

I was older when I had my stories starting about 12 or 13 but they freak me out to this day. My mum had recently moved back to our town and I had been to visit her, we'd had a pretty good evening which was rare for us so she walked with me so she could call her parents from a payphone on the way. I walked on homewards but had a horrid feeling all the way. I'd had some bully trouble so was used to being nervous but this was different, I could see someone coming behind me, too far to see who it was and I was moving quicker cos I really felt I was being followed and creeped out by it, a real feeling of dread. 


As I was born with a heart defect, this took a lot out of me and I made it to my cousins, just round the corner from home as I felt safe there and just waited a few minutes to catch my breath. Someone comes round the corner... it's my mum... She'd called her folks and found out my cousin had committed suicide that day by hanging from the school goalposts... 


Probably not a freaky as some of the stories here, but the dread was real... I knew something had happened long before I stopped walking or knew it was my mum following.


We've always had a very morbid run of luck in our family, I was meant to go to Hillsborough but my dad had to work so we couldn't go, dad was in Hungerford the day Michael Ryan went berserk with a machine gun and most scarily my brother, cousin and I missed a murder suicide on a vacation in the States by ten minutes.


We were at a pool hall but my brother couldn't drink there as he'd forgotten his ID. The car had broken down so we had to call my dad to come and jump start us. As we were waiting, a really cute girl pulled up next to us, she looked upset, we thought about asking if she was ok but Dad showed up, we sorted the car. Now the scary part. I will always remember looking at my watch, cos I wanted to know how much drinking time we had left. 9:49pm... We go on have  a good night, next morning the mechanic comes to tow the car to be fixed and we tell him about where we'd been... he asked what time and goes white says we need to speak to the police as he was there last night, just minutes after we left the cute girls boyfriend drove into the spot we were parked in, they argued and he shot her dead just before 10pm...then himself! Had my dad been a minute or two later I'd have gone and tried chatting her up, her boyfriend would have shown up, we'd have been in the argument and my brother, a soldier and a US Marine respectively would have no doubt gotten involved... the scariest thing? The police asked if we knew the girl so they told us her name... went back told my other cousin, she was one of her former classmates from High School... scarier to come.


The last "escape" for me was 7/7, the day of the bombings in London, I'd booked 2 days off work cos I was going with a mate to see Queen play Hyde Park... my boss had cancelled my leave last minute so instead of being in Kings Cross tube as I would have been (cos of my pre-booked tickets and time of arrival) I was arguing and nearly quitting my job at how unfair it was... then the news came and I was in shock... ironically I ended up with the day off anyway cos it completely struck me dumb...

Hollydolly
Hollydolly

Our first born was stilborn-26 weeks gestation.

My son who was two and a half at the time looked at me randomly and told me "mommy sometimes I play with Laura in my bedroom, I read her stories but not ones about bears, bears scare her" I asked him to tell me more about her, he said "she has long curly hair and she is bigger than me, not big like my cousin Brooke (who was 8) but big like my cousin Preese (who was 12)"

He also asked me one afternoon "mommy who was that big man who was chasing me? I had to run real fast to get away from him, he took Laura but I was able to get away! I heard a knocking, then seen a bright light I was really scared but it was just daddy I saw, I got away from the big scary man!"

ErecStark
ErecStark

or maybe the repeats were in the other one, either way...

CallieGe
CallieGe

My 2 yr old daughter was chatting to herself in bed one night, I went in and asked her who she was talking to, "Grandma Kay" she replied, her Grandma Kay had been dead over 15 years and she had never been told about her so she could not have known she had a Grandma Kay. I think most of this is proof that children are far more able to see spirits than adults, when they are little most parents start telling them that spirits and ghosts are not real, we tell them that they did not really see or hear what they know they did. Many many children are born with psychic / clairvoyant abilities and we literally program them out of it by telling them the feelings, things they see and things they hear are not real , we scare them out of it by foisting our own fears onto them, especially the fear that these abilities are a mental illness. They are not.

rose
rose

when my daughter was 3, I was in the early stages of my second pregnancy.  one night she looked up to the ceiling at bedtime and started smiling, giggling, saying and waving bye-bye.  I asked her what she was looking at and she said the baby is leaving.

the next day I went to my scanning appointment and found out I had two fetuses and one was gone.

alexa marret
alexa marret

just a cute and creepy story:


once there was a little girl who died at the age of 4. usually, back then, most kids were buried with their favorite toys. this girl was buried with a doll. the doll had yarn hair and painted- on eyes. two weeks after she was buried, her dad found that doll on the front porch. he thought it was some miscommunication so he went back to the cemetery and had it buried again. two weeks later, her mom finds the doll in the girl's old playroom. the doll is dirty and wet. her mom brings it back to the priest and they bury it again. two weeks later, the housekeeper goes into the girl's room to vacuum, and she sees the doll sitting on the little girl's bed with a note that read: it's dark and cold. i don't like it here. why won't you let me come home?

alexa marret
alexa marret

so another thing that happened to me was:

i'm 15, so i babysit little kids. mostly my family friend's kids. i remember, back in october, i was babysitting a 6 year old girl named avery. avery had some trouble writing; her letters got jumbled up and they weren't on the lines. it was after i just gave avery dinner, and she wanted to color. so i gave her some plain paper and crayons and i was shocked to see what she had written. she drew a picture of her mom and dad and her, all holding hands. then below the picture, she tried to write her name but she put all the letters in the wrong order, so it was "arevy" not "avery". but then, in bright red crayon on the very bottom of the paper, she spelled out the word "bitch". it was neat and spelled right and her "i" was perfectly dotted. i asked her why she wrote that and she told me "i'm gonna show this to my mommy when she gets home to remind her not to say that word anymore."

alexa marret
alexa marret

my little sister, lily, was supposed to be a twin but the other baby didn't make it. we never knew if it was supposed to be a boy or a girl, and we never told lily about it. she's 8 now, but she was 4 at the time. i was reading to lily one night, and she finally fell asleep. it was 8:00. i didn't know she was sleeping so i read 2 more books. then, at 8:25, i was walking out of her room and she woke up, turned on the lamp on her bedside table, and asked me, "what happened to my sister?" i answered, "nothing, i'm fine" and she replied "no, my other sister. my sister that looks just like me. what happened to her?"

Ghost_Seer37
Ghost_Seer37

I'm not a parent but this is something that happened to me I was 11 closing in on 12 when my dad died of cancer he was very young when he died and had bin fighting cancer for 5 1/2 years so I had always bin more mature then the other kids because I understood logic on a deeper lever and I wouldn't tease the other kids with them I was made fun of, because I had never told them my dad was sick or that he couldn't come to school events ,they thought my mother was a single mom, (why I'm telling you this is so you will understand why this effected me so much) when that had happened (his dead) the day before we put him in the ground ,also the week before I started a new school, I had a vivid dream of me starting school again and having it be hell by the end of the dream I was in my room hiding in my closet and crying my eyes out in my sleep. Then I suddenly felt someone hugging me and thinking it was my mom I closed my eyes and cried into their shirt and I heard a muffled voice voice say "It's ok baby girl daddies here" when I released it wasn't my mom I looked up to their face and saw the last time I had saw my dad ok and well I was shocked and didn't know what to think then the dream shifted to a church and we we're standing I started looking around and I saw a lot go people crying but their was this one guy that keep popping up everywhere I looked he looked like my dad and then he popped up next to me looked me in the eye, winked and said in my dad's voice "Make me proud baby girl just remember you'll always be my little princess" that was something he never told my older sisters to this day this is the only time i've told someone about this 

Nightgirl
Nightgirl

ages 7-10 yrs old i would have Night terrors. I would wake up crying, but a lot of the dreams weren't really scary but more on the lines of stressful. for example, my mom and i had moved, i still had boxes that needed to be unpacked, i had a dream that no matter how hard i tried i couldn't get one of the boxes out of my room... so i woke up crying. I only remember a few of my dreams that i had. but my parents have told me what i do. I would walk, talk in my sleep and even have my eyes open. i was afraid to sleep in my room so i would sleep on the couch in my living room, not too far from my dads room. (what i saw, while i was dreaming) i was standing in the middle of the living room staring into the eyes of the Grimm reaper, i was crying and didn't move. (what my dad saw in reality) he heard me crying and came out into the living room and saw me standing there crying and was trying to talk to me. I don't recall ever seeing my dad or hearing him, he told me where he was standing and it wasn't where i saw the reaper so its not like i had mistaken my dad for the reaper. You cant just wake someone up from a night terror because its like your body is awake but your mind is still dreaming. so my parents would get me to lay down and go back to sleep... so in the morning my dad told me about that night but i never saw him in my dream. its really weird. I swear this is not a lie. I'm really glad the night terrors stopped though.

Guest
Guest

When I was a small child (younger than six) living in Louisiana, my brother and I shared a room across the hall from our parents.  Being children, we liked to sleep with our door open and their door open so that we could see into their room at night.  Every night, almost without fail, I saw a young couple standing in the doorway of my parents' room smiling and watching us.  I was never afraid of them, as they never did anything but stand and smile at me.  I don't remember much about the man, but the woman had long dark hair and wore a blue dress.  Another man seemed to be fond of munching on snacks in our bedroom during the night at the foot of my brother's bed.  They weren't the only people I saw in that house, though they are the ones most prominent in my memory because they were there most frequently.  I didn't really like to talk about it much because I knew most people would think it was a child's imagination (though I have always been positive that they were really there).  I found out just a few weeks ago that my brother saw them too.  All of them.

ChrissaTodd
ChrissaTodd

and to say this yes kenny McCormick was his name I don't think my parents ever watched South Park and I doubt i'd have known it when I was 2 cause my parents didn't let me watch that if it existed.. so I know I saw him cause I couldn't make this up really I barely remember when I was 2

Jackie4872
Jackie4872

My cousin (who was around 4 at the time) was visiting us for the weekend. He has an extremely high voice that gets higher and higher as he gets more excited. As we were putting him to bed, he suddenly said in a really deep voice "shut the door so you don't let the demon in". He lives in an extremely non religious family so we have no idea where he got demon from...

BeckyNicholsMarshall
BeckyNicholsMarshall

Once when I was about 4 (circa 1975), I was in the car with my mother and we were listening to the radio.  As my mother told the story, the song was from the late 1940s, when she was a girl, but she had not said a word about it.  I leaned over the seat and said, "I remember that song from when I was a big girl!"

ChrissaTodd
ChrissaTodd

I was told when i was 2 I came out the kitchen and told my Aunt Kenny is in the kitchen Kenny McCormick was my dads best friend he had died months before that, I don't even remember that.

kace_bsss
kace_bsss

My 3 year old step daughter laid her head on my belly, before we ever told her we were expecting and looked up at me and said in a growling voice 'I will eat that baby'When i asked her 'what did you say, she gave me a creepy as all heck smile, amd giggled 'nothing' and ran off. Whenever i try and talk to her about the baby now, she just giggles and says 'sissy is hungry'

Misty Headrick
Misty Headrick

I promise none of this is from any real life incidents, or anything she has watched. Lol, just her own demented little head. ;)

Misty Headrick
Misty Headrick

So, I have a new one, in case you do another segment at some point. Today, Brenna, my three year old, spoke in different voices, as she is playing pretend with a lap full of stuffed animals- "Well the foods is all cooked up, and that stupid baby is in the oven because it's stupid." "No, I won't eat that. Ew." "Well, get that stupid baby out of the oven!"

MaghanTremain
MaghanTremain

Nothing like having your 14 month old hit a cat with a rattle and saying 'die'.

chewlette
chewlette

One day my Mom and little sister came to visit me(she was around 3-4 years of age) she suddenly turned to both of us and said to us " The man that kills kids is leaving now, he doesn't want to be hear anymore!!!!!! She also tells us she talks to our grandma donna who died 6 years before she was born!!!!!!!!

suzuka22
suzuka22

I meant to type "He doesn't like the stuff on the door take it off."

ErecStark
ErecStark

@CallieGe  Im glad somebody finally said it, i was afraid to myself, i believe i am a psychic, im not gonna go into detail but i stilll see them, just the other day a saw a little girl run through a tree like it wasnt even there, when i asked my friends if they saw it one said "what little girl"

Chicagokat44
Chicagokat44

@alexa marret Just curious, did the second baby die in a trimester that they couldn't determine the sex yet? 


ErecStark
ErecStark

@Ghost_Seer37  Amazing, your dad must have been a good father, hes staying to watch over you, How old are you now? and do you ever see anything else?

ErecStark
ErecStark

@Nightgirl  interesting, i kind of have the opposite problem a lot, my mind wakes up but my body refuses to, i cant even open my eyes

huhuhuhu
huhuhuhu

@ChrissaTodd 

Kenny McCormick, the South Park character that dies in each episode? 

Ole Kretschmann
Ole Kretschmann

@MaghanTremain Yeah, almost like the one night I was riding down the street on my bicycle, looking at the sign of a pharmacy and the sign said in bold letters: DIE .... That was creepy as all hell.