In some cultures, it’s believed that children are born with a natural intuitiveness that goes away when they’re four or five years old. Whether or not children are psychic, can see ghosts, or are just plain smart about spiritual matters is up for debate. What I do know is that I’ve known a couple of kids who seemed to have an “awareness,” shall we call it. Growing up, the house I lived in was spooky. I always felt creeped out in that house, but I thought I was just a nervous child. However, when my son was a little boy, he went to spend the weekend with my mom and I had to go get him early because he kept getting up in the middle of the night saying he was afraid. It was several hours away. When I picked him up, he said, “I’m sorry for making you drive so far, mom, I just hated it there.” Here’s something I know: he never did this at our house, or at any other house where he ever stayed. Make of that what you will. Below, you’ll read about some creepy tales involving kids.
1/25. When my cousin was two, 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.
2/25. My 6-year-old daughter was in the passenger seat a few days ago and looked at me and said, “Dad, when I’m seven I’m going to kill you. No wait, when I’m eight.” I asked, “How are you going to do that?” She smiled and said, “I’m gonna drive over your head with this car.”
3/25. My 3-year-old daughter was in the bath playing with her toys with me and laughing. Suddenly her face deadpans, she looks me in the eye, and tells me in a serious little voice, “Mummy, if you bit and ate all my fingers off I wouldn’t love you anymore.”
4/25. My then 3-year-old daughter walked downstairs in the morning and said, “Look what I can do!” and she crossed her eyes. I asked her how she learned to do that and she said, “The boy taught me at night.”
Me: “What boy?”
Her: “The boy with the glasses.. he did this!” And she held her finger up and zoomed it to her nose and crossed her eyes.
She said he laughed and laughed.
Not too scary, right? Only…. that’s how my brother taught me to cross my eyes when I was 5 years old. He died when I was 7.
5/25. My four-year-old son said, “Daddy, I want to drill into your tummy, crawl inside and eat your dinner.” The food was ok but I didn’t think it was worth that much effort.
6/25. 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.”
7/25. Not a parent, but a former teacher.
I taught English in a school in Spain, and I wasn’t supposed to let the kids know that I speak Spanish so that they were forced to communicate in English. A 10-year-old girl comes up to me one day, grabs me by the hand, and says, with the most horrifying, straight face ever, “Te vas a la muerte”, or “You’re going to die.”
I was so shocked at the randomness of it that my jaw must have dropped. She then laughed her head off and said, “HA! You DO speak Spanish!” She then skipped away, laughing and smiling.
Creepiest thing a kid has ever said to me. And probably the most clever thing a kid ever did while I was a teacher.
8/25. My mother-in-law was picking my son up from school because I had some things to do. She was supposed to just drop him off (I really dislike that old witch), but instead he comes running through the door and yells, “Daddy I invited grandma for dinner.”
9/25. I was explaining to my niece the difference between things that can and can’t change about people. She was confused because she’d met a set of three siblings and the eldest wasn’t the tallest.
So I told her that one day even SHE, an itty bitty four-year-old could be taller than me, a big huge grownup. But even if she was taller, I would always be older.
She looked me very seriously and said, “You’ll be dead sooner too.”
10/25. “When you turn off the lights, that’s when the black circles come. They come down like this (holds his hands in the air above his bed), and they stay for a second, then zoop! they go inside! (slapping the hands to his chest).”
Then, barely holding back tears, “I hate it.”
11/25. I was with my sister, her husband, and their two-year-old daughter. We were talking about loved ones who had recently passed. 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.
12/25. We were driving down a dark, snowy highway late one evening. It was the final stretch of a 16-hour-long road trip. My son, who was around 4 or 5 at the time, was in the back seat and becoming a bit restless. He suddenly covered his face with a blanket and announced loudly, “I don’t want to get glass on my face!”
A few moments later, a pickup truck towing some snowmobiles pulled out in front of a tractor trailer a few cars in front of us and got hit, spinning out into the median. Fortunately, we avoided the accident completely. It was indeed a bit creepy, though, almost as though he predicted there was going to be an accident right in front of us.
13/25. I had to share a room with my 4-year-old for a few weeks. “Mummy when you were sleeping, I woke up and there was a ghost with no face standing over you touching your arm, it was taking your dreams out of your body with its mouth.”
14/25. I can’t remember if she was 3 or 4, but our little daughter’s voice peeped up from the back seat one morning:
“Dad, do babies bathe in blood?”
15/25. My 4-year-old daughter (she is 17 now) once sat up from a nap, looked at me, and said in a perfect Irish accent, “It’s colder in here than a hot cup of worth.” We are not Irish. I have no idea what it means, but that’s pretty heavy for a 4-year-old.
16/25. My mum stayed with us for a few months when my daughter was 3 or 4. When she moved out, the spare room was still called “Nanna’s Room”. I asked my daughter to get something upstairs one day. She did and came back to me and said, “Who is that old lady in nanna’s room?”
17/25. My young daughter said she made a new friend. Her mother and I are like, “Cool hun, what’s her name?” It’s Casey Junior. So then we ask when we can invite her over to play. My kid says we can’t because she’s dead…
Later that night, after putting my daughter to bed, I hear laughter and talking coming from her room. I go to investigate. As I get to the door, I hear my daughter say, “No Casey, stop tickling me!” amidst bouts of giggles. I walk into the room quickly, not knowing what to expect. There is just my daughter in the room and no one else.
18/25. My son always says odd things. Usually they’re funny but this one threw me for a loop. He is 8. I was telling him how much I love him and thanks for being in my life. He said, “I didn’t choose this life. I couldn’t control how it began. But I can control how it ends.”
19/25. My niece drew a picture of the “man in her room” that she kept telling her parents about. He had two different colored eyes, and one was gray. When asked why it was gray, she responded, “Because he can see the storm coming.”
20/25. My wife’s first husband came from a superstitious family. When he died they gave a red ribbon to her, which they told her she had to tie to bed or else he would drag her down to hell.
She didn’t do it. She wasn’t superstitious, so she left it in a drawer and later threw it out.
A while later we were dating, and her brother-in-law came over. It was the first time she’d spoken to him since her husband died. He made her come down and formally invite him in, because he thought he would be cursed if he entered his dead brother’s home uninvited.
As the hours went by, he got drunker, and soon started pointing in the corner and saying, “He’s there. My brother is standing right there watching us.” He would look like he was listening to someone, then say things like, “He says he misses his son.”
By nighttime, he became convinced he was possessed by his dead brother’s ghost. He said, “I’m back, my wife!” and told her they needed to go to the bedroom to celebrate. He also tried to take a swing at me before we escorted him out and got him a cab.
About six months later, we had moved to another town. My wife’s son had a fever, and he kept waking up crying and yelling, “Too scary! Too scary!” We let him sleep in our bed, and he would wake up, pointing to the side of the bed by where my wife slept and say, “Scary man! Scary man!”
Finally he recovered, and his fits died down. Until one day, my wife showed him a picture of his biological father.
He started crying. He pointed at it and said, “Scary man!”
21/25. When my niece was 3, she covered up my head with a blanket and held it down. I moved my head out where I could see her. She said, “You can’t come out” and smothered me again. I laughed and said, “Why?” She gritted her teeth and angrily said, “Because I don’t want you to.”
22/25. When my niece was around three or four years old, she told me she used to have a baby but it drowned. The baby was called Peanut Butter, but still.
23/25. When our dog died, without us yet having properly attempted to explain death, our then two year old said, “All her thoughts left her body.
24/25. My mom died when I was 19. When I’m having a bad day, I often find myself wishing I had my mom to talk to. I was having one of said days when I was putting the girls I babysit to sleep. Before I left the room, the 4-year-old sits up and says, “[My name], there’s a face behind your face.”
I asked her for clarification. “What do you mean there’s a face behind my face?”
“There’s a lady standing behind you,” she said, “and her head is on your shoulder.”
“What does she look like?” I asked her. “She’s looks like you but a lot older,” she responded.
People had always told me how much I looked like my mom.
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25/25. When I was little, my grandfather, whom I called Pop Pop, always promised to take me fishing. Things always came up, or I wasn’t in town to go with him when he went, etc. He died when I was 7 and I never had a chance to go fishing. I had never gone fishing, and have not since he died either.
Fast forward 20 years, my wife and I have a 3-year-old daughter. I’ve never spoken to her about my Pop Pop, and I’ve never talked about him in front of her. I haven’t brought him up to anyone since before my daughter was born. One day, I’m off work and at home with my daughter and she’s in her room. Suddenly, she comes running into the living room where I’m sitting, and says the following:
Her: Daddy, we have to go fishing! (We don’t live near a lake or anything so this was kinda weird for her to say in the first place)
Me: Why do we have to go fishing?
Her: Because Pop Pop says you have to take me!
Me: Wait, what? Who told you?
Her: Pop Pop says you need to take me to go fish.
I’m not really a believer in an afterlife or anything, but I damn sure took her fishing. She has not mentioned Pop Pop since then, and it’s been almost a year since that happened.
