87 Kids Creeping Out Their Parents In Ways They Never Expected

87 Kids Creeping Out Their Parents In Ways They Never Expected

If there's one thing The Omen, The Exorcist, and The Ring have taught me is that kids can be really scary. Damien, Regan, Samara—terrifying. All of them.

I know what you might be saying. Made-up characters aren't good indicators of real life. But there's one Reddit thread I'd like you to see before telling me that.

Created by a now-deleted user, it asked parents the question: "What is the creepiest thing your kid has ever said or done?" Turns out, real children can give you the spooks just as much as fictional ones.


I overheard a girl tell her mom, "Her eyes are pretty," referring to the new daycare employee, "I wanna wear them on my charm bracelet."

Image credits: Lokis_thor-obing_ass


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 4 & 2 and headed to the field.

We get to the field and C 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 4 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 hell 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 C was done and heading up to the van at that moment and we left. My girls are now 5 and 7 and they both still remember that man and refuse to go to that particular field. I have to ask my MIL to watch them when I need to pick their daddy up from there.

Image credits: schuser


Alone with my 4 year old midwestern daughter, when she randomly whispers, "Ope... she's here." While staring out a dark window.

Image credits: [deleted]


My cousin who is three, he keeps referring to any woman he sees as "tasty." We would be watching a movie and he would point out a woman and says "she is 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.

Image credits: SubSahranCamelRider


So, my son and I stood watching his then 2 yr 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 WTF 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.

Image credits: TJC528


My daughter Madison told me, at around age 3, 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. 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 5 years ago, I'm telling the story to a co worker who recognized the song as an old Nat King Cole tune called "Bicycle Built fot Two". That prompted us to start looking on ancestry.com at my property address history. I start following rabbit holes and find that in the 40s, the Beasley family owned the property adjacent to ours, which is a (now defunct) diary farm until it was sold in the 90s. Deeded owner at the time it was purchased in 1941: Callum Beasley. Father of 5 children, youngest died at age 3, her name was Madeline.

Image credits: Hoof_Harded


My 4-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.

Image credits: PorkchopSquats


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 3am i get shaken and awake to 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 9 feet at its base.

He goes down the hallway and i hear him shout, "WHAT THE F*K?!" 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 whats 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.

Image credits: OnceUponWTF


Posted this before

My 4 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 someone "I see dead people" 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.


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...

Image credits: JohnnyBrillcream


I was napping on the couch and my then three year old was standing there with a toy, felt saw. I woke up to him saying "I'm going to saw mommy's head off!!" Uhhhh....nope.

Image credits: 1982wasawesome


on a long drive through central/western Pennsylvania (all farms & hills or forests & low mountains), my 5yo 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. h


1. It was between Williamsport & Wellsboro on Rt 15 when he said it

2. The “h” was from another sentence that was accidentally deleted. He caught us off guard because the car was dead quiet, between songs and we thought he was on his tablet. It really creeped us out.

Image credits: Akummu


Not a parent, but a sister

A couple years ago, me and my sister (me 11 and her 14) Were watching my 4 year old sister. she was always a little weird and said weird stuff but nothing to bad, anyway, me and my sister were watching a movie and fell asleep by accident and when my mom got home she started screaming and shaking us to wake up

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" And hung up, it still scares me sometimes

Image credits: _imtosadforthis


My oldest daughter usually stands beside my bed at night. When she was 5 yo she already had long black hair. The creepy part was that she just stood there not even tried to wake me or my wife up. She were 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 happens. 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.

Image credits: raybaroune


I was the kid in this story— unsure of the age, my grandfather still recalls it. We were driving through the blue ridge parkway, me, mom, & grandparents- at some random point I just said out loud “this would be a good place to dump a dead body”. Less than a week later, on the news police found a dead woman outside of the woods far enough from the road you could see her. Spooked my grandfather like crazy.

Image credits: [deleted]


Kid's friend hit a bubble and it split into two bubbles. She said it gave birth and was romantic. Then she pooped them and said "murder is more romantic"

Image credits: fatlittleyorkies


I looked at the video monitor to make sure my 2-year old daughter was finally asleep since she hadn’t made noise in awhile. I see her standing up in her crib. She slowly bends over to the side, cocks her head towards her knee, and says “hi”.

How did she know I was looking at the monitor at that exact moment?! Plus, the way she was bent at the waste looked humanly impossible, and the night vision function made her eyes look so creepy.

Image credits: LCarkuff


I'm just the uncle, and my SIL would be the one to ask for all the details, but I my niece apparently has an invisible friend with a blue face and red hair. SIL 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?" This is something several neighbors have reported their kids did as well.

Image credits: [deleted]


Obligatory not a parent, but I feel like this is fitting. I had to baby sit a herd of kids on the ranch I lived at. I think it's a herd... I mean, 7 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 it's own right to me.

Anyway, before I get to the creepy part I need to explain the layout of the house. It's 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 ok both sides, so you could see through the to 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 4, with about 7 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. Theres no way to exit from the bedrooms, but if there were you would need stairs or a ramp as on that side the ground drops a good 5 to 6ft minimum.

Well, all the adults are out exploring the ranch (tbh I suspect the father of half the kids more wanted to go have kinky forest fun times with his new gf) 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 f**king stoked. Like, they went from TV gremlins to just f**king 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 tshirt 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 f**k. 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 who ever the heck is walking around the house. Well, no one is there. 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 5ft9in, and this window is easily 6 and a half feet off the ground. They claimed they saw my tshirt and torso clearly, though the window. What ever they saw had to have been tall as f**k. 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 over reacting. But to be honest, in the middle of nowhere? I'm not taking any chances.


When my cousin was 2 years old or so, her mom got pregnant again. One day she went to hug her mom's belly and said "little brother sick".
A few days later she had a miscarriage...

Image credits: JuWhi


About 8 years ago, my daughter (who was 5 at the time) woke up in the middle of the night, crying and yelling, almost screaming, around 3am. 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 back yard a few times at night, and if they had worked up the balls to climb the wall and look in, that was bad. My daughter's window is about 9 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 gurkha 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 9 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 3 or 4 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 f**king slenderman in the backyard, and that she was scared and he was strange and long. I was sleepy, and had suddently become convinced that there was a monster in the backyard. It's a lot easier to believe in things at 3am. 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." Internal voice: 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 gurkha knife and went to the kitchen, which has an exit onto the back porch. I turned on the back lights. 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 6 for the morning.

Image credits: aphoenix


Getting my two and a half year old daughter out of the bath one night, my wife and I were briefing her on how important it was she kept her privates clean. She casually replied "Oh, nobody 'scroofs' me there. They tried one night. They kicked the door in and tried but I fought back. I died and now I'm here." She said this like it was nothing.

Image credits: utcursch


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 8 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 friend to children!"

Image credits: [deleted]


Why are you crying?
"Bad man"
What bad man?
"There." Points behind me at a dark corner of the room.
Lamp on bookshelf next to said darkened corner falls off as soon as I turn to look.
She slept in our bed that night.

Image credits: falicor


When we first moved into our new house, our four-year-old refused to go upstairs. When asked why, he replied "I don't want the things upstairs to defeat me!"

I get it, little man. I don't want the things upstairs to defeat me either.

Image credits: Kindredbond


I was tucking in my two year old. He said "Good bye dad". I said, "No, we say good night". He said "I know. But this time its good bye"
Had to check on him a few times to make sure he was still here.

Image credits: UnfortunateBirthMark


I’m not a parent, but I babysit this kid regularly so I think this counts. The girl I take care of was about 6 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.

Image credits: theofficialmistake


I was the child. 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 4 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.

Image credits: rhgarton


My 3 year old daughter stood next to her new born brother and looked at him for awhile then turned and looked at me and said, "Daddy its a monster... we should bury it."

Image credits: Like_I_was_sayin


My 3year 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 3rd floor and the only access to that balcony is from inside. Needless to say I didnt turn around.

Hes said so much weird things.. we live in a really really old apartment, and I dont believe in ghosts, but he creeps me out.

Image credits: Forever_Pancakes


Both of my children, when they were babies, would point to empty corners of the room as if someone were there.

Image credits: DontWalkRun


Not a parent but a good story about my sister

She was about 3 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 though 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 killed them self in the attic back in the 90's.


My little girl is 3. 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.


My 4 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.


My son was probably 4 at the time, he’s in the car with my mom and step dad and starts talking about my stepdads 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 step dad 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.


Oldest child was 2 and said he always wanted to learn English and it was so great speaking something other than French and tiếng Việt I said what?? He said you call it Vietnamese .. This was super weird as we only speak English and have no French or vietnamese relatives or friends he told me all about his life and how his family moved after the war etc.. o.O


5yo (now 7) - What happens when you die?

Me - I'm not really sure.

5yo - No. What happens when YOU die?

Me - Uhhhhh... [panicking] want some chicken nuggets?


My son was 3 and I was trying to get him to go to bed. We're talking and he stops, looks over my shoulder and says, "Mom, who's that?" When I turned around and saw nothing, I asked him what he meant. "That man in the doorway." He then visibly got scared, hid under his covers and wouldn't talk about it.

I did not sleep that day.


I've posted this here before, but it's honestly still the freakiest thing that's ever happened to me. 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 here 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 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 melt down 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.


Not a parent, but my cousin is, this was about last year? For anon sake I’ll call him Dave. We were out on an all day fishing trip and told me that if I wanted to spend the night at his place, I was more than welcome to. Not seeing him in a while and still wanting to shoot the s**t, I said sure! He lives in a rancher with his wife of 2 years, and their 7 year old son. (He’s a good part older than me.) When we got back to his place, we had dinner, watched TV, normal things with nothing eventful happening. Eventually his wife and son went to bed which left us alone in the living room. That’s when I asked him, you liking this place so far? (Mind you, the last time we saw each other, he was living in a different place at the time.) He said “yeah” but was making a face that you 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.” Which 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 as to why he’s up. 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 carry him out slamming on the door, and waking his wife and sending us all out of the house. I’m obviously freaked, Dave is freaked, his wife (Jen) is groggy and confused, but their son is just, poker face about the whole situation, no reaction. As soon as I know we’re all out on the sidewalk in front of his house when he asks me to call the police, I oblige, not even thinking if it was a prank, and wait. I ask him “What happened man?” Took him a while to gather a response, then he looked at me with the weirdest facial expression and said, “he was on his bed sitting up talking towards the closet, 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. Police arrive. They check the house, no sign of entry at all, everything except the front door is locked. When everything was said and done, Dave made everyone sleep out in the living room at night. I went home, and 4 months after that night, they moved. I see him even more since he ended up moving closer to me. I asked him if he moved because of the man he saw. And he’ll just shrug it off. Almost like he saw him again. Either way, something happened that night. Now his son plays Fortnite, so you decide what’s creepier.


I don’t know if this counts but if my 4 year old is too overtired or hot he gets night terrors. When he was about 3ish we weren’t aware this was a thing that could happen and he had a night terror . We was screaming and crying in bed so I went to get him and he started screaming more as soon as he saw me. I picked him up to calm him down and he was absolutely terrified, and was trying to claw at my face while he screamed in horror. Finally I took him outside as a change of scenery and he snapped out of it! It happened a few times before we realized what these episodes were! The thing with night terrors is he looked like he was completely awake.


We live in a old house built in the 1800's 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 shes 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 shes talking about and she sadly says 'the people from my room but they're gone now' and sighed.


Not my child, but my friend walked in on his daughter crucifying her barbie dolls


"Mommy, when I was big and you were little, we used to dance like this!"

He was three.

When I was little, I danced with my grandfather in the kitchen, with my feet on his as he moved through the steps. When my son said these words, we were dancing in our living room, with his feet on mine as I moved through the steps.

It was a little bit weird.


My son regularly wakes me up, standing perfectly still, staring into my soul in the pitch black at the foot of our bed. He usually just wants to get in bed with us and I’ve pretty much gotten used to it.

One time he completely freaked me out though, I woke up as normal but as soon as I sat up he came out with “the voices told me to bite your face off daddy” he then climbed in between me and his mum and went straight to sleep, needless to say I didn’t go back to sleep that night.


I went into my six year old's bedroom to check on him. I opened the door and looked at him in his bed. He was lying still and didn't look normal. Alarmed, I rushed to him. He was not moving. Not breathing. Would not respond to vocal commands. I shook him, and he just flopped. In a panic, and starting to cry, I started preparing for CPR. As I was moving his head back into the position for a rescue breath, he opened his eyes and laughed at me. Stunned, I reeled backwards. What... what... are you OK? I exclaimed. He said, "I'm fine, I just wanted you to see what it would be like if I was dead".

FFS. Children!


I was with my sister, her husband, and their two year old daughter. We were talking about loved ones that had recently passed (my father had died sometime recently). My brother in law went and grabbed a picture of his mother, who had died in a car crash when he was six, to show me.
When my niece saw the picture though she started laughing. We asked her what was so funny and she looked at us and said "that's my special friend who sings to me".
I still shiver a bit just thinking about it.


"Go back to sleep, there isn't anything under your bed".
"He is behind you now".
Still haven't gotten over that one and shiver at the memory.


Walking past an old cemetery, my (then) 3-year-old son casually said, "My brother is in there." When I reminded him that he didn't have a brother, he said, "No, Mama... from before. When the other lady was my mommy."


My sister got hit by a drunk driver in April and it totalled her car. She had my 4 year old nephew and my infant niece with her. When my mom arrived at the hospital my nephew asked her if he would thank the big guys. What big guys Kaiden? Grammy, the big guys that were in the car with me when it got loud and scary and they hugged me with their arms and kept me safe. Even the insurance adjuster cannot explain how either child escaped with not a scratch.


When my son was small, I was talking to him about growing potatoes. I described how you bank up the earth around them as they grow, and he said "I used to do that when I was an old man".


My son woke me up at about 2 a.m, in fear. We live in a one-story house, so his window is facing towards 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 doin, 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. Probably sleepwalking. Scared the s**t out of me.


I'm an uncle, but my nephews and I are like father and sons, although it's been a while since I last saw them. One day, they came in from playing outside saying,"There's a man in the cane field". I went to check it and found some guys in full black with bats and knives just waiting. They ran when they saw the house was full, but if I never went to check, I might not be here today.

Image credits: RPGWarMonger


I caught my son who was 3 yrs old at the time with my cell phone. He had recently discovered Siri. He was screaming at the phone “are you blood or are you wires?!?!?!”


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.


I used to babysit these two kids many decades ago. One of them was a really good kid, the other one was pretty much a juvenile delinquent. One day the juvenile delinquent got mad at what I cooked for dinner for the two of them, so he found a screwdriver and started chasing me and his little brother around the house with it. I had to call the parents, who acted like it was just a funny little thing that the kid did occassionally. Never babysat for them again.


Quietly stand by my bed while I'm sleeping...then whispering "Mommy" until I woke up.


My 7 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 and what his parents looked like. What house looked like. When he died. 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 never even heard before and it was about a year and a half before he was ever conceived.


when our son was about 7 years old sometimes when he walked passed the TV it would turn off or come on.

he couldn't do it at will. just accidentally.

after a few months it just quit happening.


Am the child, but my mom told me when I was about 3 I told her, very calmly, that “the voices in my head are telling me to kill myself”. I still don’t really believe her but that’s not really something she’d lie about. Haven’t heard voices since so maybe they killed themselves?


I'm the child, but one time I brandished a kitchen knife on my parents and told them to 'watch out while they're sleeping'.

In retrospect, my abusive childhood displayed itself earlier than I realised.


My son was around 2 years old and randomly one night he started to freak out. I tried to calm him down and was asking him what was wrong. He pointed at the bedroom window and said the woman on fire was going to take him. I don't believe in ghosts, demons, or anything like that but I was kinda sketched out.


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

I tried to look up deaths/su*cides at our house and could find anything but needless to say it freaked me the f**k out.


Not sure if allowed, but not my kid. It was me as a baby.

My mom tells this story all the time. Apparently, when I as only 3 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 camp site.

After 30 minutes of looking, they were unable to find a camp site nearby, so decided that a church parking lot would do. At 3am they drove onto the lot, and as soon as they did, I (up until then seeping soundly) started screaming at the top of my lungs.
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.


Not my kid but my little cousin, we were outside on our porch and by the hot tub and he whispered “it’s your time” and started trying to drown me, he was 6 and I didn’t really have a problem taking him off but what the f**k


Not a parent but I was once babysitting my niece, who was around 3 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 6 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.


When my child was about 4/5 he started going to a school styled day care, 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. 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 I was 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 9pm 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 call him down saying maybe her mom would come. Eventually he went to bed. He’s 7 now and hasn’t mentioned her since leaving the facility. Super weird.


Not me but my cousin.

She woke up in the middle of the night with a tap on her shoulder and her husband saying your son needs you. She wakes up to see her four year standing at her side of the bed, she asked him to go back to bed, he was too scared, she asked him to climb into bed between her and daddy. He shook his head and said he was too scared, she sits up to see her husband wasn't in the bed. Her husband was coming up the stairs with a glass of warm milk for their kid.


I was the child about 4 years old, but I woke my parents up in a blood-curdling scream, and when my dad ran into my bedroom I screamed that a hand had grabbed my foot. He threw off the covers, and then for the next several nights I wouldn't sleep in my room. Slept in my sisters' room, and they took me to the doctor soon after. I can only imagine how freaked out he was, if one of my kids ever does that I'm walking straight out of the house.


Drew a picture of her and her daycare friends tying up the baby sitter and cutting off limbs to cook and eat.

She was 5.


My nephew one day gave a blood curdling scream. Everyone went running. He straight faced pointed into the bathroom and said ghost. Than ran off laughing. He was three and had never any of the stories about the ghost in the hell. Due to his straight face we are not sure if he saw something or was just trying to joke.


She has consistently been telling us there is a ghost and wants us to close the doors of the rooms it is in because she is scared of it.


My nephew was 5 when he said this.

He will cut off my head, scoop out my brains, and use my skull to drink out of.

He was laughing the entire time.


My parents told me that when I was little I used to say to them every night before they left my room, "Goodnight, Don't die!" ...


When my daughter was 3, I was taking her to her first slumber party.

Daughter: Mommy, I have a question about my slumber party. Me: Yes darling girl? Daughter: Are there rules or is it to the death?

Needless to say I checked her bag to see what she may have snuck in there after I packed it.


When he was around 2 1/2 my son and I were driving home at night. Car seats were in the front then (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...


I’m not a parent, but I have a 2yo brother who had to spend a week in my room. So, some preface: I was watching random ghost videos up till late at night and what not. My room has no night light; the only light in the room is a bright blue LED on a router under my computer desk. I woke up to shuffling in my room, and could see a black silhouette of my brother blocking the blue light. I was in the sort of mindset after watching the “spooky” videos, so I patted my brother on the head, to which he responded, “Hi, Men [he can’t say my name right], there’s a shadow on the floor.” Other than the shadow he was casting, I saw nothing else in the blue light. Spooked me out at first.


As a newborn, she giggles and rolls her eyes into the back of her skull. Sometimes when she's breastfeeding. It's unnerving.


I was the child. Some background info: grew up in the country in the Midwest. We do 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 “back yard” that lead 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 4.

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. In the light of the yard-light she sees bitty me walking barefoot out towards the logging road. She runs outside and grabs me and asks me what do I think I’m doing?!

Me: “I have to go visit my friends.”

Mom: “what?! What friends?”

Me: 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 in my wad without being near me, that they don’t wear clothes and they want to take me on a trip.

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 s**t out at the farm. I do remember needing to meet my friends in the meadow.


Me and x wife lived in a old haunted house and one night my boy comes in and asks if I can tell the man with the red eyes to let him sleep.


Not sure if this counts cause I was the kid that scared myself. I was a bit of a sleepwalker and one night I decided to sleepwalk into my closet. It's a very small space I just barely fit into. When I woke up it was still completely dark around me. Nothing special but I was feeling around and, welp, I was stuck. didn't realize where I was. Scared myself so f**king much and started calling for my mom. Who found me, in my closet, crying and screaming. Like a lil idiot.


My son was three, and we were reading a story called "When it Snows", and there's a part about a dark forest. My beautiful angel faced baby turns to me and says, "Mommy, you can't scream in the dark, or the ghosts will find you. leans in and whispers you can't scream."

So of course I almost throw the book before grabbing him up and telling him that I'll always come to find him in the dark, no matter what, and the ghosts have to do what I say because I'm Mommy, blah blah. At the time, he thought I was everyone's boss, lol, so I used it then.

It was so creepy, but man, it broke my heart hearing that kind of cold and lonely thought coming from such a wee little guy. I still get choked up thinking about it.


"Daddy, I don't like your face so I'm going to freeze it off" (after playing at Elsa for a while)


When he was about 3, my son related to us the time he was in the middle of New York (where he had never been) and died when something blew up.

We can't figure out a connection to anything he had seen or heard. He just came up with it himself.


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 damn good and well that there were no other kids here. My parents live in the middle of 4 acres surrounded by woods and swamp land around the back of the property. 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 kool aid. She has a bloody and messed up leg and she limps because she was run over. Not run over by a car cuz it didnt 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 right at the month mark my daughter asks my Dad 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 5 year old walk towards with woods with a backpack. I rush out to stop her and remind her of our rules about not going in to the woods alone. She was very upset that I cancelled 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 wasnt her fault her Mommy said no, and then begging Elizabeth not to hurt me for being mean. We went inside immediately. There was amount of logic 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 (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.


My oldest daughter had night terrors every night near the same time for close to three years. Hands down the scariest thing ever. When it first started we had never hears of night terrors and had no idea what was happening. She would appear wide awake, eyes open, would walk around the house. 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 scary as anything! 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 nighy. 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 because we told her.


She was 5 and she could speak normaly, she was walking and stubed her toe and she yelled this "Chaakla Mo shama de bali F**K!" We laughed and she got really embarrassed.


I woke up one morning to my 3 year old daughter standing over me staring. As soon as she saw me wake up she said "I've been waiting for you mommy."
Back to blog