People Confess the Moment They Realized Their Kid Was Creepy

This is long, but When my husband worked away I would take my kids to visit my siblings/parents.

I’d wake up super early to get the vehicle packed to be ready to leave as soon as they woke up.

Well I was getting ready in the bathroom at about 5-6 am and I opened the door to my 3year old son standing in the door way, after getting over the shock of finding him there I said “buddy! What’r you doing up?”.

And he sighed exhasperatedly and said “the man is in my room again”.

I was terrified! It was me and my four children under the age of 4-1/2 years old, i couldn’t NOT investigate even though I just wanted to run away, so I went through the house with a frickin frying pan, found nothing.

Figured maybe he had a dream, and carried on.

When we arrived at my sisters house later in the day I told my dad about it, in a jokey “your grandson almost gave me a heart attack this morning” way,

but he looked kinda serious, later I heard him talking to my son in the corner of the room, he asked him what the man looked like, and if he only saw him the once.

My sons response was the man was “all in black” and he said he comes to his room every night in the corner and watches him.

So my dad asked him “is there ever anyone else?” My son responded no.

And that was that.

Later that week my dad told me my oldest brother used to tell him the same thing, but he said that he talked about “the old man” that would sit with him until “the man in black went away”.

We were there for two weeks and my son never mentioned it again.

We get home, I’m rocking the baby to sleep and my son is standing beside me looking out a window and asks “mummy is it almost night time?”

I told him it was, and he sighed and said “I don’t like the night time, that’s when the man comes...and hims has mean eyes.”

He slept in my bed until my husband came back.

/ForgotMyUmbrella/

Not sure if this belongs here, as it was not my "child" but my cousin who did this when we were younger.

I almost don't want to even type this out because every time I remember this I get severely creeped out.

Initial back-story: My Aunt, Uncle & cousins lived in a very old 2 story building.

They lived on the 2nd floor.

The 1st floor was sort of trashed, no one lived there! On the back of the building there was a porch that was never finished, the enclosed stairs stopped about 8 feet above the ground, and the enclosure was sealed off so that no one could get in or out.

I was about 4, she had to be about 8 or 9.

I was at her house and we were in her family/

game room sitting at a table playing either connect 4 or memory.

There was a door in the room, which lead to above mentioned "back porch/stairway".

So here we were playing this game, and there was a knock at said door.

My cousin jumps up, excited, and runs to open the door (remember this, I'll explain later.).

I can still, VERY CLEARLY and vividly remember what was on the other side of the door.

There were two little girls, one was shorter (I assumed youngest) and one taller.

They each had their hair partially put up, and the ends of their hair was curled.

They were dressed, as all I can describe now as "old fashioned" and "fancy".

Fancy little girl dresses, little shoes, all white.

I clearly remember them being all white, except for their brown hair, and BLACK EYES.

I distinctly remember going from excited to terrified the second I saw their eyes.

I remember my cousin saying to them, very non-nonchalantly, something along the lines of "Hi, I can't play right now my cousin is here." And shut the door.

My cousin then went right back over to the table to continue our game, with me following as close as I could get to her.

She didn't seem to be alarmed or scared, but I was absolutely terrified.

The older I get, the more un-settling it is for me to remember, for some reason.

I have other memories of them showing up, always outside of the apartment.

My cousin gets eerily uncomfortable and denies anything anytime I try to ask her about it.

So, about that door.

Fast forward 10 years or so, I was probably in my teens when my Dad decided, after much nagging on my part, to tell me "ghost stories".One of which involved the same back door, and lead him to the frightening discovery that the back door had been nailed shut.

He discovered this back door was nailed shut around the time I was an infant.

Pretty sure when he told me that the back door was nailed shut I turned pale white, as it made my early memories even more terrifying for me.

I also found out about a year ago while idiotically googling there is some "phenomenon" of black eyed children, and reading these accounts have only assisted in panic attacks that I experience when I start to remember seeing them.

My cousin regularly interacted with little white girls with black eyes who never spoke who I saw when I would be playing with her sometimes.

/Kristaboo14/

I am not a parent, these are just things my parents have told me over the years about things I have done.

First : This took place from around the time I was about four until I was almost 11.

I had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night scared and running into my parents bedroom squeezing in between them on their bed to sleep the rest of the night.

I claimed that there were 3 ghosts in the corner that wanted to get them and that they weren't safe to sleep in there.

My parents shrugged it off and forgot about it for a few months until my dad woke up with the down comforter pulled up over all of our heads, me in between them fast asleep.

He proceeds to take the covers off of our faces and return it to its original place.

I simultaneously wake up screaming that we have to sleep with the covers over our heads or else the ghosts in the corner will fly into our mouths when we sleep and take over our bodies.

My dad freaked out wakes my mom and tells me to repeat what I said.

After repeating it my mom said, "now why would they want to do that?".

So I told her, "its easier for them to kill people when they have a human body to do it with".

This face covering continued until I was 11.Second: They don't remember the exact age I was when I did this, but they say that I had just recently started to crawl and was still very clumsy and unsteady and could only crawl for a few moments at a time before I was worn out.

My parents had laid me down for a nap a couple hours before and my dad had gone upstairs to check on me.

Upon entering my room, my crib was empty, (I not having the skills to get out of it myself) my dad freaked out and him and my mother ran around the house screaming my name.After about 10 minutes my mom heard a giggle from my room, went to investigate and found my on top of my bedroom door, arms and legs sprawled across either side of the ledge.

They never figured out how I had gotten there.Third: At about 7 or 8 years old my parents took me to LACMA to see a Pompeii exhibit.

Being only 7 or 8 I wasn't really interested in museums.

So I just sat on the bench in the middle of the room playing with my doll who i called, "baby" that never left my sight.

I sat waiting for my parents to retrieve me to move on to the next room.

My mom came to take me to the next room, I looked at her annoyed and said, "I don't want anymore rooms." And she told me that it was the last one and that after we were going to lunch.

So I followed her into the next room and as soon as I entered the last room I bolted to the far end and stood looking at one o the famous photographs of bodies encased in ash and plaster or whatever and this particular one had a woman with a baby in her arms among other people.

I screamed, pointing at it and began to sob really loud, so my mom took me outside and asked me what was wrong with me.

I told her to take me inside and I would show her.

I dragged her to the photograph, pointed at the body of the women with a baby in her arms and said, "that's how I died mom." I then held up my doll, "baby" and pointed to the picture and said, "that's my dead baby.

But now, this Is my live baby.

And I'm not sad anymore"Needless to say, we went straight home.

My mom asked me about it the next day and I had no idea what she was talking about.

/SuicideBonger/

I literally creep myself out with this once or twice a month at work to pass the time, and I've been debating whether or not to post something...clearly the time has come.Backstory: My dad passed away when I was 10 in a car accident.

My great grandmother; a devout Catholic, and my cousin...not so devout passed away within weeks of one another.

My GG died of pneumonia, and my cousin in a car accident.

When my son was just an infant (9-10 months) he would pull himself up in his crib, cooing and smiling at a picture of my cousin...not weird..babies like faces.As he got older he started talking to the picture, at least I thought it was the picture.

When he was about 3, he came storming out of his room one night and demanded that I make That Man shut up.

When I asked which man he was talking about he said "You know, Dustin.

With the red hair? The man in the picture.

He visits me at night, but I'm really tired and I want to sleep.Make him be quiet Mom! Please!" (We hadn't talked about Dustin to my son at this point, so I'm a little nerved out that my 3 year old knows his name.) About a year later we're putting him into his booster seat and my aunt turned the car on-fast forward to him screaming bloody murder "Don't turn the car on til' I'm buckled! Don't do it, please don't do it! I don't wanna get crunched!" I asked what he was meant by "crunched" and he said "That's how my Babu died! He was crunched by the car that night!" I asked who Babu was and he said it was his grandpa.--------Googled it later; babu means grandpa in Swahili. My dad was from Nigeria and spoke Swahili, and, sadly, was most certainly "crunched" by his car at night...13 years before this little incident.Lastly, a couple weeks ago my aunt was driving him home from the movies and he started crying, saying he didn't want his GG to die.

He said her heart hurts and she's gonna die if they can't help her.

While this is happening in the car, I'm at GG's house reading an EKG over the shoulder of the paramedic testing my grandma.

(She was sitting in her chair and all of a sudden went really pale and said her chest was hurting, so I called 911.) My son gets home while they're loading her into the ambulance and demands to go to the hospital with her.

So we all hop in the car-buckled in of course-and head to the hospital.

After a few hours and a couple tests the doctor tell her she's going to be ok, to which she says "Oh thank Heaven, I knew mom was watching out for me." My 6 year old pipes up with "I wouldn't count on that GG.

Elenaore is in Hell with the rest of the hypocrites."------------Elenaore would be the devout Catholic Great Grandma that he's never met, and whose name he's never heard. I could literally go on for pages, as my son has basically been a creep since birth; talks to dead people, names previously unknown relatives, picks out words from a language he's never been exposed to, and sees into the pits of the supposed afterlife.-_-

/Charlopa24/

Okay rule-breaker McGee here, but I figure I'll share the creepiest I did/said to my parents.

Now I have no *real* memory of this, and the only reason I believe I did this is the sincerity with which my parental units told me about it and have told other people about it.

Also, it's been a few years since I talked to either of them about it, so forgive the lack of particulars.So, around age 3-4 I started telling my parents about my "other family".

One of my older siblings had imaginary friends from the same age, so at first they thought it was the same deal, as I was talking about a little girl.

Now this carried on, mostly overlooked for a period of weeks, until I started including a man and woman in my conversations.

It was then that my mother twigged that when I had talked about my imaginary girl friend, it was always things we had done. Past tense.

With my sibling, and with a lot of children who have imaginary friends, the imaginary person is present, and everything is present tense.This, combined with the introduction of the man and woman (soon to be revealed as my *other* mother and father) made my parents take a second look at what I was telling them.

Having spent a few weeks generally looking past my imaginary compadres, they started to ask me questions.Asking me for the first time, "Who are you talking about?", I looked at my mother and said with what my mother describes as a level of seriousness inappropriate for a child, "My other family."I had a ream of stories to go with my other family.

One that stood out to my father took place when he took me to the beach the first time.

When we got there he asked me was I excited to see the sea for the first time.

I wasn't, because apparently I had been there already with my other family.

I was totally unimpressed and my poor dad was flabbergasted (four hour round trip from our home to the beach), and severely creeped out at my deathly serious attitude to what should have been a pretty cool day out.

This wasn't a little kid being grumpy or difficult, this was a complete night and day change in personality and humour which would always be tied back to my other family, and the things I had done with them.With plenty of more instances of my other family being brought up, my parents sat me down in the pantry-turned-playroom and talked to be directly about what the hell I was talking about.

Up to this point, I would apparently just become quite when they asked me questions.

This time was different.

They asked me could I see my other daddy, or mommy, or sister.

I answered no.

They asked me had they ever been here (in the family home), and I said no.

They asked *where* did I see them, and when did I see them.

I answered with a whisper, "*before*", then plopped down off the chair and went back to playing with my legos.

Sitting with my back to them, my father asked me, "Where did they go, GetyourDintheD?".

My answer, with arm actions to compliment it, was "Down.

Down into the hole in the ground."So my parents are sitting there with their four year old child, who is now talking about having been at the funeral of his *other* family.

The conversation stops.

I go back to my legos.

My parents look at each other.

My dad loads the next question, "Where did they go down into a whole?".

My answer; "Granddad's house!".

My dad got the car keys, and into the car we went.

Destination: Granddad's.

Objective: get some answers about the creepy kid's story.Now it turned out I wasn't talking about Granddad's house, but rather a graveyard, maybe ten minutes drive from my Granddad's house - somewhere they had never taken me, somewhere my Grandfather swore he never took me (he looked after me on weekends sometimes), and given that I was never out of my Granddad's sight; somewhere I could never have been by myself.

Regardless, I took my mother, father, and grandfather to this graveyard, and with no hesitation brought them to about three quarters of the way back, right up to a weather-beaten limestone grave marker, pointed to the ground in front of it, looked at the trio of horrified adults and said "In there."After this, I never brought up my other family again, and my parents avoided bringing it up until I was in my early teens, with a "*Do you remember doing this*?" line of questioning.Note: the graveyard was designated as burial ground in the 1200s according to the local history I've read since.

So there's everything from famine victims to world war one vets buried there.

Aside from the world war vets, there wasn't a burial there since the 1800s.I had another family as a child, complete with a host of memories, stories and an eventual trip with my actual parents to a disused, ancient graveyard where I pointed out their burial spot.Either that or I was kidnapped and this is my 'parents' insurance policy in case any repressed memories start coming up.PS: I also had a habit as a child of pointing out dead family members in old photographs by name, who I had never met or been shown before.

I could do this because apparently I had seen them around the house.

I was a freaky child.

/gabybo1234/

My father tells me this story of my childhood every once in a while: When I was around six years old, my dad's best friend committed suicide.

We'll call him "Joe" for the sake of the story.

Obviously, it was a very rough and emotional time for my dad.

Joe was my dad's best man at his wedding, the one guy who was always there for him.

After my dad got married, he and my mother left Joe and the town they were in to start a life outside of the town they grew up in.

After years of moving around California, my family eventually moved to Utah, where my father worked for a successful internet business.

Joe stayed behind in Washington.

Because my family were so far away from their old life with Joe, there wasn't a lot of foresight/

warning that Joe intended on ending his own life.

Joe's sister apparently had been blaming Joe's wife for her brothers suicide.

Joe and his wife drank a lot of booze, and probably as a result, fought a lot.

My father always said that they were a passionate couple; yes, they would fight often, but he hardly knew two other individuals who were so completely in love.

For this reason, he didn't believe it.

A few days after Joe committed suicide, his widow called up my father sobbing about how she thought it was her fault.

After about an hour of trying to console her, he told her "If there was a way for me to talk to Joe now, I guarantee you that he would tell you that he loved you, and that it wasn't your fault that he ended his life." Crying, she still didn't believe him, but she thanked him for the kind words and let my father go.

My dad was obviously distraught after that long, hysteric conversation.He had been down in his office for a while, and he decided to come up and check on his kids while making a pot of coffee to take his mind off of things.

We were all supposed to be napping, but he thought he'd peek his head into our rooms to make sure we were safe/

maybe try to have a little smile or brightness added to his day.

Sure enough, when my dad got to my room, I was fast asleep on my bed.

He went to my brother's room, and he was also sleeping.

Finally, he checks on my sister, who is sleeping as smugly as an angel.

He decides to go back towards my room and into the kitchen to make some coffee.

As he walks by my room, he notices a whimper.

He turns around, and enters my room, where he finds me weeping.

I was five years old, so the way I was crying seemed odd to him.

Normally a five year old would cry drastically over dramatically.

I wasn't.

I was just sitting on the side of my bed, weeping.

My dad enters my room and says "Matty, whats up? Why are you crying?" It's then that I stop crying for a moment, look up at him with teary eyes and say "Rick, it's not her fault.

I love her.

It's not her fault."With that, I stopped crying, rolled over back onto my bed, and fell swiftly back to sleep.

Needless to say, my dad shit his pants.

https://www.reddit.com/user/banjohusky95/

My oldest son is 7. 

He has a twin sister and ever since he was one year old he would always smash any dolls we gave him head first into the ground. 

When he turned 3 and could walk, he would follow you around and stare at you behind your back. 

Like a little evil demon. He so sneaky too, I wouldn't know he had this hobby if it wasn't for the cameras in the house. 

He pretends to be all happy and smiling when you notice him, but he just gets this blank stare every time your back is turned. 

He also told my wife and I, when he could talk well, that he was smashing dolls to let us know how he died in his past life. 

He claims he was born February 11, 1808 and he was murdered when he was 15 by a friend of his past parents. 

That the man who murdered him bashed his head into the ground and was never caught. 

He has nightmares where he wakes up screaming and he says he keeps seeing himself being killed every night. 

He also claims that he chose is to be his parents, that he waited, watching this whole time, to pick out who he wanted his parents to be.

Mine's...odd.

A few things about me that are pertinent to know before the story:1) I "died" before I was born.

I was a rough birth - I just didn't want to be born, and my heart stopped three separate times during the birth before the doctors went to an emergency C-section.

2) I am named after my grandmother who died two years before I was born.

3) My parents had a lot of my grandmother's stuff in their house when I was born.

4) My parents did not tell me about my grandmother until I was in Kindergarten, and I didn't understand that Grandma Delora was not my Grandma Dorinda, but the lady my grandfather had married before, and was actually my father's mother.

My grandmother's name was Delora.

I was never called that as a baby.

I was always Dee, punkin head, punk, or some variant.

No one called me Delora.

As a baby, I was unusually calm.

I would fuss at things, yeah - I was a baby. But there would be moments where I would stop crying all of a sudden, start cooing like someone was playing with me.My parents would come into the room where my crib was to check on me, and I'd be on my back, moving my hands and feet like someone was playing with my toes or holding my hands, and looking up like I was looking at someone.

Kinda weird, but whatever. But when I could talk, and when I was motile enough to follow my parents around, I would do odd things.

My parents still had my grandmother's stuff around, and more than once, when my mom was moving some of my grandmother's things, I would grab something out of her hands and say "No, thas Gramma Delololo's.

Gramma Delololo's." They would even hold things up, and ask me who the thing belonged to, and I always said "Gramma Delololo.

Thas Gramma Delololo's." Shirts, little kitschy things...I knew when they had something of hers.

My mother and father are absolutely convinced that my Grandma wanted to stay around a little bit longer to take care of her first granddaughter

/MikhailRasputin/

Moral of this story: sometimes you should believe your creepy kid.

Okay, so here's my story.My sister and I both had night terrors when we were young.

I'm 28 and I still have them.My mother called them "fever dreams" because they'd usually happen when we were sick.

Basically, we'd hallucinate that the ceiling fan was trying to kill us or the closet was a giant mouth or something like that,

and we'd scream and cry and be unconsolable for hours.

The subjects of my sister's night terrors would change every time, but I had one scenario that repeated over and over.When I'd have this night terror,

I'd run from my room into my parents' in the middle of the night screaming

"Get them off! Get them off!" while frantically brushing my pajamas with my hands --

you know, the way you would if you were trying to get something off of you.

Each time this happened, my parents would calm me down and put me back to bed.

They chalked my behavior up to night terrors and didn't think anything of it.

Fast forward ten years -- I'm a teenager and I'm laying in my bed in the early evening, reading.

I put down my book, look up at my ceiling and see that it's moving.

Squinting, I realize the ceiling is covered with thousands of baby spiders.

They've crawled to each end of my ceiling and many of them are dropping down and hanging from different lengths of invisible thread,

transforming my bedroom into a gauntlet of spiders that's literally impossible to escape without being covered by hundreds of tiny insects.

After running, flailing, into the hallway, I tried my best to spray my entire room with bug spray, but the spiders hatched at least two more times that I can remember,

and it never stopped being terrifying.And those tiny spiders, almost invisible to the naked eye,

are what I imagine was covering my 6-year-old body as I screamed, jerked around and begged my parents for help --

my parents who took my hand and led me right back to a room full of spiders, tucked me in and told me it was just a bad dream.

/propuntmma/

I posted this before, but here it is again... I've got one.

There's a huge cemetery in a neighboring city that I loved to go visit prior to having kids.

The Black Dahlia (among many many others) is buried there.

A few years ago, when my son was 3 and my daughter was 1,

out of randomness one morning I decided we would go to that cemetery to walk around for a bit and have a picnic lunch.

I told my husband about my plan, packed up lunch, the mom bag, kids and headed out the door.

On the way to the cemetery, my son asked me where we were going and I told him we were going to go on a walk through a park and have a picnic lunch.

I did NOT tell him we were going to a cemetery or that people that have passed away are buried there.

We get there and drive past all the administrative buildings and main gigantic water fountain.

Then we head up towards the top, but before getting there I take a turn to head past some of the oldest graves and as we round a bend my son says to me, "Mommy, do you see all the people?"

(The hairs on my neck stand) As I ask my (3 year old) son, "What people?" (and mind you there isn't a single living person outside of my car in sight)

And my son replies, "All the people on the hill waving at me."

I looked around, couldn't see a single person and hadn't seen one since we entered the grounds,

I told my son, "No Buddy, I can't see the people,

but just because Mommy cannot see them doesn't mean they might not be there.

Let's go have lunch some where else, so we don't bother them."

And basically I noped the fuck out of there.Now, I have no idea what my son may have been seeing but just like I said to him,

just because I cannot see it, doesn't mean it isn't there.

If he could actually see people waving at him, that I couldn't see, I haven't the faintest if they were beckoning/

waving at him with friendly or malicious intent, so yeah, fuck that.And now I am thoroughly creeped out.

/blaze_4_dayz/

As soon as we moved into our home, our two year old got an imaginary friend named Looby or Luby, not sure which.

She never names any of her other toys - her big stuffed dog is 'big dog', her little stuffed dog is 'little dog', her baby dolls are all 'baby', etc.

This made the fact that her imaginary friend has a name somewhat odd.

Far as I know, she's never heard that name before.

Well we've been in this house 2 years now and its been creepy as hell.

It's a 2 story house with a full basement, only myself, my wife and daughter live here.

Creepy noises and shit always seem to happen in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep but me.

I've been waking up in the middle of the night more than ever before, figured it was just me getting old and needing to use the restroom in the middle of the night or something.

Then, a few weeks ago the first real scary shit finally happened.

My 4 year old sleeps in her bed downstairs, wife and I sleep upstairs.

Wife is sleeping next to me on the couch, daughter is sleeping down the hall, I'm playing videogames and its late af on the weekend.

I hear a door close and latch shut right by my daughters room,

but there was no open door.I then very clearly hear footsteps walk all the way up my stairs,

over to our bedroom, walk to the middle of the room

(which is directly above where I was sitting on the couch), and stop.

I check on daughter and she's out, wife is still passed out on the couch.

I note the time is exactly 4:30am - the first time I put a timestamp on weird shit going on.

I then realize I'm waking up at 4:30 every morning.

Doesn't matter if I just went to bed at 3, I wake up rested at 4:30.

It got to the point where I'd wake up in bed, try to go back to sleep, think "oh fuck I bet it's 4:30", check my watch, and it's like 4:33 and I'd been tossing and turning for a few minutes. Shit.

Finally tell the wife about this weird shit going on.

I've never believed in ghosts or paranormal or any of that shit in the past, but the waking up at 4:30 every morning has been...Interesting.

Wife tells me about some weird noises and footsteps she hears, but we dismiss them as our house is about a century old.

That night I wake up in the middle of the night.

I hear some weird sounds coming from the baby monitor we use to listen to our daughter sleeping downstairs.

I know what time it is. Yep 4:36am. Goddamnit.

I wake the wife and show her the time and point to the baby monitor.

I go downstairs and the noise is coming from my daughter watching cartoons on her tablet in bed.

She says she just woke up for no reason and wanted to watch doc mcstuffins.

Awesome, now my daughter is waking up at 4:30am.Wife calls my mom about the issue and now my mom wants someone from the church to bless our house.

I finally have a full conversation with someone outside of our home about the weird shit happening.

My mom says we gotta get the ghosts to leave.

Silly mom there are no ghosts.

But after that conversation with my mom - all the weird shit stopped.

I stopped waking up at 4:30.

I stopped hearing footsteps in the middle of the night.

No more creepy "look over your shoulder" feeling anymore.

Here's the kicker - my daughters friend has moved away, she said.

She told me Luby left because he was sad people didn't like him.

He was her imaginary friend for 2 straight years and she would play with him and pretend call him all the time.

He's just gone now according to her.

She hasn't spoken about him since, and I'm more freaked out about it now than when weird shit was happening.

/Grimdotdotdot/

Oh god. My son, is the example creepy kid.

Lets call him AW for this.

My son has SEVERE temper tantrums, lasting for hours at a time, often trying to hurt himself, or me.

Now, he says typical tantrum stuff like, "I hate you" or "I don't like you anymore".

Now, this has happened since he was like 2 1/

2 till now (currently 4).

He has said various creepy things during these tantrums like "I FUCKING HATE YOU" and "I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU" (Coming from a 3 year old, with complete intent and seriousness in his voice, is pretty damn creepy let alone the fact that I have had to physically stop him from hurting me.).

Granted the cursing and threats aren't all to suprising, considering he always used to be by my side and being father of the year I didn't always choose the best things to watch with him.

Here is where things start to get creepy.

AW is notorious for taking things and not telling anybody.

One day while I was cleaning my car; AW took my dad's little pocket knife from the glovebox.

It was just a small dull knife, nothing special.

Infact, the only reason why I keep it around is because it is the only thing that I still have from my father before he passed.

I don't notice that it is gone, and continue cleaning my car.

About a week passes and I have friends over.

AW, 2 friends, and I, are all sitting in my living room.

We sit, bullshit, ect for a little while, when AW decides to get up, lunge at me, and flip the pocket knife towards my face, all while smiling and laughing menically.

He didn't stab me, but got damn near my face.A few months pass, and My wife, AW, and I decide to move into my wife's grandmother's house due to a recent jobloss.

Some time after moving, he developed a few "imaginary" friends.Now needless to say, these imaginary friends don't like me. AT ALL.

One friend, that AW dubbed "Mr.Potato Chip" wants me dead.

He also tells AW things like "Piss in the corner of your room, the toilet is out to get you" "Go get your dad's cigarettes, the taste fantastic and they make you look cool" "Put the cat's collar around your sister's neck, so you know where she is and that she can't catch you" Ect.

One day a few of grandma's credit cards go missing.

now, they were in a lockbox high up in AW's room, and he took it down and got into it.

When asked about the cards he replied "Mr Potato Chip took them, and hid them." We searched the house from top to bottom and couldn't find them.

I decided to look in the garage, and low and behold, in a wood box by the AC unit, there were the missing credit cards, a small kitchen knife, Random keys, and papers with scribbles on them.Apparently Mr.

Potato chip and him were going to run away and take a car.My son is insane, wants me dead, and is plotting to run away.

/Beachy5313/

I am not a parent, I am 14 but while I was reading I decided to ask my Mom if there is anything creepy that I did when I was really young and she said nothing except the floating heads I see

(I will explain that later.).

Well apparently my Mom tells me ever since I was able to speak I have told her about me seeing floating heads.

One day when I was 6 or 7 I woke up and one of the floating heads was in front of me, then something touched me on the shoulder.

I freaked out and ran to my mothers room.

She tells me that I was shivering from head to toe and was traumatized by that.

After that I would never sleep without some light on.

Even today I can't sleep without the TV on, unless I am sleeping with my dogs, Cinnamon and Moose.

I still see the floating heads when in the dark but I try to get them out of view and ignore them,

they don't do anything just really creep me out.

For some reason I can never remember what they look like though...

Then there is 2 scary things I remember seeing when I was 7-9,

the first thing I remember seeing was once I woke up in the middle of the night and I remember seeing this dark figure just sitting on my dresser.

I just tried to act like I was sleeping until I actually fell asleep.

Actually I remember before seeing that my Mom was once taking pictures outdoors looking for orbs and on our porch there was this shadowy hand in the picture,

sadly I think that picture is long gone as it was years ago and we have gone through about 3 computers thanks to viruses.

Now the second one I remember was one time I was in the bathroom taking a piss and right when I flushed in the bathtub next to the toilet a lady rises up like she was just lying on the bathtub.

And as that happens I run out screaming.

I wouldn't go to the bathroom with out the door open for months.

I still remember that the woman had straight long black hair, and was very pale.

I would even say she seemed asian.There is also 2 nightmares I remember as a little kid.

One is that my mom was very sick and I went to her room.

When I entered there was a wolf in there and also a thunderstorm going on inside the room.

The next nightmare I remember was that I was being chased by a shadowy creature in my living room

(which was oddly empty) and not being able to scream.

It's weird, it seems things that really scare me I remember except the event with the floating heads.

Hell, I remember the 4 times my sister pranked me into watching those screamers

(where a face pops out at you and screams) and one commercial that had a screamer at the end that scared the SHIT outta' me!

/Blokie_McBlokeface/

Ok, I have a couple of stories.

So I'm not a parent but I do a ton of babysitting.

I was babysitting for these two kids and the little girl is four.

Her brother was already asleep in her room but she wouldn't sleep so I let her sit quietly on the couch with me while I read.

She was quiet for very long time, staring at the ceiling, and for a moment I thought she was asleep.

Then suddenly she says "Are the shadows nice?" I don't know what she's talking about but of course I don't want to scare her so I say "Of course they're nice." "Then why do they want me to come with them?" I got a bit of a chill down my spine." "What are you talking about?" "Those pirates!" She pointed at the ceiling and I look up and see nothing, but I'm still a little freaked out because it's 12 at night and I'm exhausted.

"Those pirates!" she says again, "they keep telling me to come with them but I said no." I laughed nervously, then grabbed my phone and shot a text to the parents, asking if they were going to be home any time soon.

The other two happened to my mom.

When my brother gets sick he runs really high fevers and goes delirious.

Well, his fever was dangerously high so my mom was staying up with him and he was just sleeping on the couch and she was sitting there starting to doze off.

Suddenly she hears "Mom! Are you awake?!" she sees my brother's face inches from her own.

It kinda startled her so she jumped a little.

"Yes," she said. "Are your eyes open?" "Yes." "Good.Keep them open because he is coming mom.

The hairy man is coming!" She needed no further encouragement to stay awake that night.The final one was caused by me.

I was a really imaginative child and would actually convince myself that my imaginings were real.

Several times my mom woke up to me screaming my head off and would come up to my room.

One time she came up and saw me pointing at a corner screaming my head off.

She was so scared that she started screaming too until my dad came up and turned the light on and asked what on earth was the matter with us! Then she took me to their bed and put me between them (I was four) and told me to go to sleep.

Both of my parents were asleep, and I was almost asleep when suddenly she rolled over so she was facing me and I imagined her face as a monster's face and I screamed.

I don't imagine it's pleasant to be woken up by a four year old screaming two inches from your face, and so I can see why my mom carried me upstairs, dumped me in my room, and said she didn't care if any monsters got me, and had better never hear another peep out of me until morning.I obeyed, because my mom was more terrifying than the monsters at that moment! :O

/maaaaackle/

So, I had the urge to create and account to share some of my own experiences, as well as that of my family.

Not truly "creepy things being said by my kids" so much as "creepy things happening to me and my cousins" When I was younger, around 3-5, I had recurring night terrors where I woke up screaming at the top of my lungs.

Sometimes it was mindless babble.

Usually in English, though on the rare occasion French (I was raised bilingual.) However, a few even rarer times I woke up screaming in what my mother could not for the life of her put a finger on.

It was simple, but I know it creeped my mom out enough to ask me if I remembered anything about it.

Around the night terror times, I would also occasionally wake up my parents when I sleep walked.

Dad would get up and put me back to bed and apparently I would babble on and have no recollection of either things in the morning.

Sometimes my Mom would wake up to this singing, which also turned out to be me.

I sleep sang, according to them.

The summer after Grade 5 I went to a Catholic Summer Camp in my area.

According to one of my cabin counselors she woke up and saw me sitting bolt upright on the bed with my eyes wide open and staring off into the middle distance.

She whispered my name in horror and I turned around sharply and hissed at her like a friggin snake.

Once more, no recollection of this incident.

The last one with me is that when I was sick, sometimes I would wake up crying and when my mom asked me why I was bawling, according to her I replied "The big bad men! They are gonna find me if I don't go!" Similar to some of the other posts, I have hazy recollections of what I could only chalk up to as being past lives.

My mom told me that sometimes when she put me to bed when I was found sleep walking, I would say things like "I need to find it!" or "They want to hurt me but I didn't take it!" I do have vague memories of dreams, and can just barely remember a "weird sounding voice" that I've figured out was a male voice with an Irish sounding accent to it.

And my Aunt told my Mom tales of my older cousins and their "ghostly experiences."When my cousin who we'll call C was younger, he would tell my Aunt about the nice old lady who read him stories when he couldn't sleep.

When asked if he could describe the nice old lady, C gave her a description that matched my Aunt's grandmother, who died before C was born.

My other cousin J had similar things happen to her.

Finally, we get to my younger sister.

When she was about 5 and I was about 9, we were being babysat by my cousin J.

And my little sister suddenly puts down the pet dog she was playing with and turns to me and says "They didn't kill you.

She did." in a completely flat voice.

A few seconds later she was back to playing with her dog.

Creeped me and J the hell out.

I may or may not have stolen from the Irish Mob in a past life, my sister somehow knows how I died in what i'm going to assume in another past life and my cousins were read bedtime stories by their great-grandmother's ghost.**

/WeegeeJuice/

Reading all these made me want to create an account just to share some of the weird experiences my family has had, I'll try to give just a quick highlights summary.

When I was a child I had an imaginary friend I that would follow me around, he was like my shadow, except not attached and sometimes I would chase him around and he would fade into a closet.

Over the years I quit seeing him but others who have come to my home have seen this unattached shadow both inside and out of the house.

When I was about 9 my family was going somewhere so we were leaving at 4 am, as I was walking to the car I saw a man standing between the house and garage,

I just walked into the darkness after him without saying a word.My parents being very confused at this point come to get me in the car and after a fruitless search I described the man to my parents, 16 hours later my estranged uncle died -

the man I described matched my uncles appearance.

During a nighttime walk from one family members home to another's deep in the countryside

(where it gets so dark you can barely see your own hand and heavy tree canopy obscures the sky along the road)

with my mother an old man approached us in the dark, he was oddly visible in the blackness.

As we got closer my mom goes from apprehension to panic and grabs me to flee back to the relatives house,

the man we had seen was the image of a long dead family member, wearing the same clothing he died in.

My mother has insisted people visit their loved ones

(including my father when his father had been ill for weeks in the hospital) hours before their death, warning that something was wrong.

Also she has been known to wake and tell others in the house that a family member has died before the phone rings.

My sister and I both as children heard what's easiest to describe as unearthly beautiful singing in the night, only to find someone close to us has died.

My friends as a child were often too afraid to spend the night at my house because many reported waking to a man watching them from the window.

I once grew angry as a child and screamed at whatever you want to call these strange occurrences and wanted them to stop,

that night my entire family awoke to the sound of a woman sobbing.

Also animals have a habit of not dying/

staying dead around me which I've found rather horrifying and at times traumatizing.

I have a weird, potentially haunted life/

Family.

/shuggnog/

So I made an account just for this: So over the summer I worked at a day-camp for extremely low income kids.

They ranged anywhere from 4 to 15 years old - but the weirdest stuff ever said was by the littlest ones.

This one just creeped me the heck out though - and it didn't even happen to me, but to a fellow counselor!So, a counselor who we will call Ian, is playing the nursery of the church with these two little kids, August and Manny.

August is 4 and Manny is 6, and they are brothers.

They're both pretty crazy, but August, the youngest of all the kids at camp is downright psychotic.No one can ever get him to do anything he doesn't want to do and half the time he just babbles nonsense.

Neither child was raised with English as their first language, but Manny's is pretty good.

August...

barely anyone can ever understand him.

But he's adorable (and fast) so he ends up getting away with a lot of stuff (sometimes literally).

So, Ian, August, and Manny are playing in the nursery.

The nursery has no windows, because it's in the middle of the church.

We would occasionally keep the doors shut to keep the kids from running all over the place, and that's how it was this time.

So, one counselor (the other one was out of the room for some reason) and two little guys just drawing away.So, Ian looks at August's drawing and it's got these weird black squiggles on it.

"What's that?" He asks."The tornadoes." Says August in an understandable voice.

That itself was troubling as August didn't use whole sentences or real words.

"What tornadoes?" Ian asked."The tornadoes that are gonna come and kill us all." August said nonchalantly and coherently.Ian started to feel very uncomfortable at August's sudden shift.

"Kill who?" He asks."Oh, you, me, everybody around here.

They'll come in 16 days." So, by now, Ian is feeling thoroughly disturbed when all of a sudden, August just flat out starts screaming.

Not entirely unusual, he's four and doesn't use words, but then he gets up on the little table and keeps screaming.

Manny, by now is also horrified and starts to cry, and he and Ian slowly moving to the back wall away from August.

Suddenly, August jumps off the table and Ian watches in horror as a chair hits him in the chest.

August is unfazed, and still screaming, and Ian is convinced the chair is going to go through August's chest.

Then, August starts banging his head against the door, still screaming.By this point, Ian is thoroughly convinced this child is possessed and Manny is crying because he's afraid too.

Then, August opens the door and runs out.

/JumpsOnPie/

So had two things happen to me, one happened in my old house in cali and the other happened in the one where i am living now.

when I was about 5.

My Na was watching me and my two other cousins.

Meg was my age while Theto was 13.It was dark, me and meg where on the couch with my na who fell asleep.

one point meg asked me to help her get some water.

So we went to the kitchen.

she was in front of me and got there before me.

she stop dead in her tracks and whispered my name.When i got to the kitchen i saw what she saw.

there standing at the end of the kitchen was the shadowy form of a man.

His entire body was one solid mass of darkness which made almost all his features blend into one.

Only three things stood out.

his hands seems to constantly change from finger to claw like tips.

His eyes where a deep red, they almost seemed to glow, and he wore a hat that was similar to indiana jones.

at first we just stood there staring at him as if in a trance.Just like any kid i thought Aha monster hate light so i turned on the switch which thank god was low and accessible.

he vanished with the light.

We just looked at eachother not moving.

somehow with out thinking we both knew he was still there.

so we did not move.For some reason i had the incredible urge to tune the light back off.

and in doing so he had moved a few feed closer still not moving just standing staring at us.I turn the lights on and off and each time he got close the only thing the moved was his eyes they continued to look down at us since we where smaller.

on the last switch off he as with arms reach and thats when we screamed waking theto and my Na.

Needless to say they did not believe us.

i never saw the man again though and neither did meg.

Fast forward to me now 26 and living in the home i am in now.I had just got off work and it was late.

my mom lived with me and my bf at the time.

and like me my mom had a thing for scaring people.

it was summer and the ac broke so we bought little cheap window acs.

but they only worked if all the doors where closed.So we hung a blanket on entrance to the kitchen.

so hear i am opening the door and the light in the kitchen was on and i can see the shadow of my mom in it she was standing right at the entrance and it seemed she was doing somethin on the counter like making a snack or somethin.

So i called out to her and she moved from the blanket.

so her shadow disappeared.

the dogs where making a ruckus cause they wanted to go potty.So i told them lets go out side.

and i continued to talk as if my mom was there.

when i opened the blanket she was gone.

so immediately thought she went and hid either on the stairs leading to the basement since you had to pass it to go outside back or she went outside quietly to spook me.So i went out and let the dogs out and saw she was neither out side or on the stairway.

so i went downstairs armed with my phone light since the light switch was hard to see down there.

also at the time me and my bf where sleeping in the basement.So i turned on the light in the middle of the room and bam she was not there.

so i turned on the other lights and looked around in the corners and little hideaways and nothing.So going upstairs i called her name repeatedly becoming worried.

as i searched the house i called out to her and nothing.

the front room and spare rooms nothing.

she was not in the restroom either.I was scared.

i thought somethin happened to her so i final mustered up the courage to search her room.

I had found her finally asleep in her bed.

Thats when i got really scared.

as soon as i left her room i felt like somethin was watching me.

so i preceded to turn every light on in the house.It scared the heck out of me cause it looked just like her so well.

never saw this shadow again.

also when i checked the counter there was nothing there, sorry for such a long post guy

/Corgiwiggle/

Not a parent (yet), but I was a pretty freaky child.

Still do some odd things in my sleep, but I wasn't as bad as my oldest sister but that's due to something i'm not gonna talk about.

Anyways, I didn't have a full night's sleep until I was 2 years old.

Odd yes, creepy, no.

When I got to about 2, I began having night terrors.

My mom would come into my room and try to wake me up, but nothing worked.

Literally nothing.

I would always have the same, reoccuring nightmare that got longer and longer each night by just a few seconds.

I'll share the details if you want, but the night terrors went on for about 2 years, then stopped and just pure insomnia took its place.

Needless to say, I don't sleep well, but I'm not to the creepy part yet.

I'm a notorious sleep talker.

When I was younger, my sister passed by my bed to go to my dad's room (my parents were seperated and we lived with my dad).

I sat up, looked at her, and started singing that "I Love You" song from friggin Barney.

On another night, I yelled at my dad "Daddy! What's the green wire for?" His response: "What?" Min: "The green wire?! What is it for!?" He thought for a moment and finally responded: "It's usually a ground wire, why? Hello? Hello? Oh, dammit he's asleep."Another night, I was up later than anyone because I was just absorbed into his book.

All of a sudden, my bathroom light turns on.

Now, I can't see the bathroom from where I am, just the light from it being reflected on the kitchen wall.

I just think one of my sisters had woken up and went to the bathroom.

It was on for minutes, door never shut.

Just as I was about to get up and investigate, I heard noises.

I suppose you can say it was a language, but none that human vocal chords can reproduce.

First it was just one voice.

Then it was a second, completely different voice, same language.

They started getting louder and louder, then they started laughing hysterically.

Needless to say I didn't sleep that night.I'm currently in the Air Force.

In basic, I did odd things in my sleep like, getting out of bed, running into it several times, then doing a barrel roll, grabbing the blanket, and sleeping in the fetal position.

Or when I started asking one of my flightmates questions about California, which he happens to be from, but I didn't know I' be stationed in the very city I was asking him about.

Or when I got out of bed abruptly and started telling one of the guys to get ready cause they'd be here soon.

All he said is, "Go back to bed." And I did.

My old roommate has told me several times of my sleeptalking escapades.

I always need to do something, and on one occasion, I looked and him and started speaking to him in a language he's never heard.

Both of us are well versed in foreign language, myself knowing bits of Latin, Swahili, Japanese, Spanish, French, German (a lot), Farsi, Pashto, and just phrases from others.

It wasn't any of them.My fiance' recently visited me here.

I spent the weekend with her in the hotel, and she has never spent the night with me before.The first night went well cause I passed out drunk, so was she.

Second night, I got a little odd and got out of bed, took a piss, and walked back to the bed when she told me to wash my hands, thinking I was awake.

I growled at her and washed my hands.

3rd night, I did the same thing except I washed my hands.

That morning, she woke up before me and wanted to hold my hand as I slept.

As soon as she touched my hand, i turned to her and said in a menacing voice, "FUCK YOU I DON'T LOVE YOU" and turned over.

That's the exact opposite of how I feel about her.But every night, I'd fall asleep on the farthest end of the bed cause we both lik to sprawl out, but every morning, she'd wake up to my face right in hers.

I'm a strange one.

Diagnosed sleep apnea too, so I get to freak people out more when I stop breathing in my sleep.

Fun.On a final note, my now 12 y/

o brother, then about 3 or 4, was asked by my mom, "Why do you do stuff like this?" in reference to his maniacal behavior.

His response: "I'm sorry Mommy.

Sometimes my brain gets all wierd and I think I'm a Megazord and want to attack you."

/reallifelucas/

I have literally just made an account, because I have been reading all these story's and they are pretty creepy.

I dont have kids.

But I was one CREEPY child and I know my parents didn't know what to do with me half the time.

So I was the kid who was really quiet and would just stare at you with big eyes, before saying something mega bizarre.

When I was about 3.5/

4years old we lived in this sort of apartment with shared communal areas.

I only remember one person, other than my family, who lived there.

It was a really strange man and I didn't like him.

Now something that I should say about myself, when I was a child ,my parents say, that it was as though I had a sense about people if they where good or bad or whatever and I used to tell people things about themselves and people used to get creeped out.

So anyway, this man who lived in the apartments with us, when I first met him I told my mum and dad that he was a bad man, who did bad things to good people.

I said I didn't like him and they where not allowed to leave me alone with him because he would hurt me.

This was all after a brief introduction to this man.

I would literally say to my dad that we should stay away from him.

After living there for a short time, one day my dad said let go to the kitchen this guy was there and I didn't want to go but my dad said no it would be fine.

The guy pulled a knife on us that day, and threatened us.

This is when I said, "I told you so but dont worry he doesn't want you he only wants me." My dad was creeped out by that.

A couple of months later the guy hadn't been seen for a while and they then had to break into the apartment to find out if he was still alive ect.

When they got in they didn't find the guy, but he had a lot of disturbing things in his room including jars with his own poo in and child pornography.

Things like that continued to happen through out my childhood, not to the same seriousness, but I would tell people they should do something or they where something.

Like once as a child I told this lady she was pregnant, she didn't know.

My actual words where "Noah's a nice name for a boy" to which she responded "what do you mean" and I said "For your baby, I like that name".

She did have a baby boy.

Not sure what she named it though.

I was like 6/7 at the time.

Im not as weird now I think I've lost my gift.

/Smeggywulff/

I don't have any kids & haven't had any creepy moments that my mother has told me about, but I've heard a few about my siblings.Before I was born, my mother lived in an apartment with my father & my older sister.

The apartment had 2 bedrooms which my parents made into a room for them, a room for her.

She would often play with her toys in her room & my mom would come by & ask if she wanted to move into her room to play (so she could watch her & stuff) & my sister would reply that she was playing with her little friends in her room.

My mother would then come back with the idea that she could take her friends with her to her room to which my sister replied,"Oh No, They Don't Like You." My mother didn't think much of this, ramblings of a kid & her imaginary friends, so she'd let her play in her room.A few years ago (I believe it was when Don't Be Afraid of the Dark came out which might have brought up what comes next) my sister was talking to my mom when the subject of the apartment came up.

She then started talking about the little creatures she used to play with in her room, my mother replied,"Oh, your imaginary friends?" To which my sister replied,"No no, the little creatures who lived under my bed & crawled on the walls at night." My sister is in her 30's when this happened so it's not just the ramblings of a kid & her imaginary friends anymore.

My mother asks what she meant.

To where my sister replies,"Oh Yeah, they lived under my bed & would ask me to play with them under there, I never did though & then they would crawl on the walls at night.

I didn't see them on the walls, but I could hear them.

They REALLY didn't like you." My mother was flabbergasted,"You never told me THAT!" "Oh, Yeah, well that's what they did."Another attachment to this story...Before my sister was born, my parents lived in that apartment with my mothers friend as a roommate & her young (2-3 year old maybe?) son.

My parents had their same room & my mothers friend had my sisters room.

One morning, my parents were getting ready for the daily grind & my mom decided to check on her friend in order to make sure she was getting up & ready to drop her son off at daycare & go to work.

She went to the room which had its door shut & knocked.

There was no reply, she then tried speaking through the door to see if her friend or her son were awake, again, no reply.

She then tried opening the door to peek in on them, but the door wouldn't budge.

The doors didn't have locks on them, but there was a dresser next to the door, my mother thought that her friend pushed the dresser in front of the door so her son wouldn't get up in the middle of the night & wander around or something.

After a few minutes of trying to force the door open & banging on it, my father came out asking what all the ruckus was about? My mother explained her theory on the dresser to him & asked if he could get it open.

My father was pretty well built & the way the hallway was set-up, even if the dresser was in front of the door, he could have pushed it away.

Several hard felt shoves against the door later, my parents started to worry about what was keeping the door shut & why neither my mothers friend or the baby could be heard.

They started banging on the door again trying to get some kind of response with no avail.

They then went into the kitchen & contemplated calling the fire department & having them chop down the door or something when they heard little feet run across the room to the fridge to where they see the son grab a juice box & run back into the room.

My parents then walk into the room where my mothers friend is getting ready & ask her why she put the dresser against the door.

Her friend gives her a weird stare & asks what she's talking about.

"We've been trying to get in here for the past half hour! Why did you block the door? Didn't you hear us?" "I've been getting ready for the past 20 minutes, I neither pushed the dresser against the door nor heard either of you...

I can't even move this dresser."My mom put together that there were creatures living in that room that either liked or wanted kids after the discussion with my sister a few years ago.

/veilofmaya1234/

I'm not a parent, but here are three stories from when I was a kid, and one about a recurring dream I have every now and then.

First story: I don't remember how old I was, but I must have been pretty young,

because I hardly remember any of it, first off, I'm known as the "Ghost Boy" by one of my great aunts, not a creative name, but you know.

Basically, I'd never been to her apartment before, but for some reason I was there,

and there was a picture of her mum and dad on the mantle, on opposite sides, and I said to her "Those two belong together.

They want to be together." Or something of the sorts, just what she told me, and from then on she kept the two pictures side by side.

Second story: I don't remember how old I was, old enough to remember vividly, there wasn't enough room in our house for me to have my own room, and I was afraid of my bunk bed that I shared with my brother

(I don't remember why) so I slept in my parents bed, one night, they were a sleep and I was to hot so I crawled out of the bed and crawled up by the window

(Only window in the room) and start to fall asleep and then I heard what sounded like someone tapping their finger nails on the window.

It wasn't a tree, there weren't any trees near the window.

I sat there for a few minutes scared out of my wits before I ended up sneaking out of the room, walking to the bathroom and laying in there with the lights on.

Third story: This one's pretty stupid, but I was sitting in my parents room watching TV with my two sisters (It was the only upstairs room with a TV)

and the window, which was shut tightly, burst open, it wasn't a very windy day either.

Dream: This is possibly the scariest dream I've ever had, but the thing it isn't actually scary.

I've had this dream and slight variations of it for as long as I can remember, anyway, my nan takes me to a cemetery, don't know why, and it's a large grave yard, there's a slightly smaller portion of it that we don't leave, and an old brick wall that's mostly destroyed,

I've never gone past that part, but, I remember being terrified to do so, then there's this one specific gravestone,

and I remember it has a woman's name I can never remember the name though.

/KingGorilla/

Not a parent, but my brother was born when i was around 14...One night a few years ago when he was 4 or 5 or so, i was watching him for my parents so they could go to some sort of thing...

i forget what.Anyway, my brother for no reason ran out the back door into the back yard, and i brought him back inside, he insisted our dad was out there and that he needed to talk to him.

I told him that our parents were far away, but he insisted our dad was out there.

I even called to prove that he wasn't out there, he told my brother he wasn't there, but he INSISTED that he was out in the back yard, and that he had seen him there, and was just screaming and being a real shit of a kid, trying to run out the back door.

I had to physically restrain him the best i could to prevent him from running out into the dark.Anyway, i looked out all the windows in the entire house to see if i could see anyone out there, and i saw nothing.

My night vision is awful, but still, i think i might have noticed something if someone was walking around out there.

I finally got him calmed down, then about a half hour later, when i went to use the bathroom, he started insisting our dad was out there again, and said he could hear him yelling for him from outside.

I heard nothing...

But i looked out the windows again, and noticed that in the front yard there was a styrofoam cup sitting upright near the porch that wasn't there eariler, and it was pulsing with red light...

no, nothing too mysterious, it looked like some sort of red LED was in the bottom of it.

It was odd...

i wanted to go have a look at it, but couldn't get him to stop flipping out.Anyway, about an hour later i looked out the window again because i heard something out side, no idea what, nothing too suspicious though...

odd thing, there were 2 more glowing LED things.

I could see smallish devices of some kind, it looked just big enough for maybe 2 AA batteries and the LED, but these were sitting in the grass, the one in the cup was still there.

Still no idea where they came from, still unable to go out and see what these things were.

Anyway, later my brother insisted he saw a red dot light on the wall shining through a crack in the curtains...

it sounded like he was describing a laser pointer...

again, could see no one outside.Anyway, i looked out the window on occasion to see if i could see anyone doing anything with those odd red LED things or anyone with a laser, but nope, nothing.When my parents got home later, i checked out the window again, the glowing LED things were all gone, including the cup, and i asked them if they saw anything like it, they insisted they hadn't and said a kid most likely dropped a toy or something and came back for it...

but i really doubt it.

It was all quite creepy and odd.

/banjohusky95/

I have been reading this thread since last nigh.

Obviously I took some long breaks but still.

My 2 year old daughter in the car today "I drink blood" Not sure where that came from.

Me as a child: Elementary age: Knew when my Aunts newborn died a few hours after birth and started screaming and crying.

Summer before sixth grade: Told my dad my mother was going to have a car accident in the jeep and die when she went to pick up her check in Frankfort.

A couple of weeks later she went to pick up her check and my dad made her take the tank car instead.

She still almost died but organs that don't heal healed.

Later 6th grade year: I became ticked off because the state science fair was rigged (very obviously)

and I lost with a very impressive project that I had done MYSELF and a storm system busted that was supposed to completely pass us and not drop rain until it hit the ocean as of the forecast that morning.

The weird part? My dad kept telling me to calm down before I started a down poor.

2 towns flooded and I felt like crap.

Later: I found out I could pull electricity through the glass on the electro static balls and that I had a high charge on a battery tester and that I could make it fluctuate.

Lightning storm hits (always makes me hyper) and I am in the car we stop next to a feild of cows,

I stare at one and think about the lightning hitting it, steak and hamburger it got struck.

My whole life: I know things about people I have never met, just met, will meet, and know even though they have never told me or anyone I know.

I know how to do things I was never taught like sew (I just made a dress) slaughter chickens, fillet a deer, etc.

If I want you to know something (subtle hint to a guy who of course wont get it) I will basically shout it in your head.

I am very unusually strong.

As in I ripped a tree out of the ground and I am 5'4" and 115lbs.

Not a little tree either.

The list goes on and on.

I have witnesses to pretty much all of this and when my friends introduce me to someone knew they say "This is *** she knows everything."

My family has decided (jokingly) that we are mutants or aliens depending on the day of the week.Never seen a ghost though sorry guys.

r/Legion213/

I had real problems going on at home and I was bullied a lot as a kid besides.

Every school, every grade.

It just never stopped.

Considering the abuse my schoolmates and my parents inflicted upon me I was damned near saintly in taking what I did sans retribution but I used to end up spending a lot of mandatory session time in a counselor's office trying to cope.

One guy in particular the abuse was very sexual in nature, and though a teacher even stood up for me on that one he was never disciplined for it because he was a star player on a couple of sports teams and they cared more about that then they did about him inappropriately touching me and he and his friends all harassing me all the time.

High school in particular it was just hell.

I couldn't even contemplate going to a dance for fear that they would pull a Carrie on me, it was that bad and to this day I see someone from school, I turn and walk away.

I've been through tons of therapy but just seeing some of them, utter rage just fills me and I can't help it.

I'm afraid of what I might do or say so I just have to leave instead.

I don't think most of the adults in my life back then quite got how violent and filled with rage I was.

I consciously embraced a sort of ironic pacifism because I was honestly afraid that if I ever did let myself go I'd seriously hurt someone.

One time I was sitting with a friend and talking and one of the gang said something, made a very sexual joke that was he thought was wildly funny at my expense and ran off back to his friends.

My friend got all pissy about it and said "Oh you think you're so funny, don't you, you asshole!" and to her evident surprise I just smiled.

She of course asked why I was smiling and I said "He wouldn't be so amused if he knew what I was thinking of doing to him." She then asked "What?" and I shrugged and mumbled something about cutting off his dick, making him eat it, then gutting him like a fish." I didn't know it but there was a teacher behind us eating.

She stood up nearly choking on her lunch, grabbed me and hauled me out of my chair and down to the counselor's office.

It was hilarious.

She told her what I'd said and the counselor who had heard similar from me many times said "Oh yeah, she does that.

She's a serial killer in her head this one, but only in her head fortunately for the crowd of sadistic little morons she has to deal with every day in this school." The teacher, she just blinked and looked at me and then at her like we were both nuts, way too scary for her to deal with and left.

The counselor she looks at me and I look at her and we both just burst out laughing.

She was a really cool woman that one and she knew me pretty well compared to most people.

After we stopped laughing she said "You know you really can't air thoughts like that in public.

You keep this up and one of these days someone is going to believe you and you will end up locked up in a mental ward." I didn't even blink.

I just replied "Are you so sure I'm kidding? That I don't belong in one?" She smiled and said " Kid, considering the crap you deal with and the pressure you are under every single day I think you are the sanest, most level headed young person I've ever met, but God help those kids if you ever do lose it because I think you could kill people and actually get away with it." In retrospect I think maybe she was right.

They were lucky and I was very lucky actually that I did hold it together and did not go after them.

I could have easily become one of those psycho kids like at Columbine who just did not cope with bullying well and who finally retaliated in a very violent way.

I had access to guns growing up.

Lucky for me my Dad and my bros were all very responsible gun owners and I didn't have a psycho gene if there is even such a thing, or I might have really hurt someone.

Even now as an adult I have to do mental exercises sometimes to keep anger under control.

As a kid I was a lot less controlled and I had an unusually vivid and violent imagination besides.

Had I gone there? It would have likely led to a major tragedy.

But back then, I never thought of doing that for real like troubled kids do today.

I never even thought of really hurting someone.

It was strictly an imaginary game, a way to blow off steam and keep myself sane when someone was bugging me.

Same reason I wrote gory horror tales and often offed my real classmates as the victims.

If I could imagine doing something bad to them it helped and that was enough.

I didn't really have to go there to feel okay...But yeah, I was a very scary kid at times.

That Will Graham character in the Red Dragon book by Thomas Harris? On Hannibal the series? That is me.

I'm not quite as ticky as they are portraying him on TV, but I get that character just fine.

Only the fact that I do not see the logic in indulging in senseless violence and possess an actual conscience probably kept me from going there.

Somehow despite it all I missed actually becoming Hannibal Lector.

Considering what my childhood was like I'm actually pretty amazed that didn't happen.

Wherefore but for the grace of the universe go I....

/TongaGirl/

Not my child, but my sister.The house we lived in was fucked, I hated it, and there was something definitely going on in there.

I have way more stories than I can recount about crazy shit that happened.

One that comes to mind is my dad saying "Well if this place is haunted then lets see them turn off the lights" Que a 5 second power out across the entire house.

Crazy shit like that happened all the time there.Basically, the basement of this house was the hub for all this creepy shit that happened.

It was also in this basement where my parents had situated the toy room for my sister and I.

She would have been a toddler, I guess 3 or 4 at the time, and I'd have been about 8 or 9.

I can barely remember a lot of the details of the time but my mom has recounted the story a fair number of times to us.

My sister had this habit of carrying a bunch of her toys all the way upstairs to the main floor, to the kitchen where my mom would often be doing work or just relaxing.

Now the kitchen was where the stairs between the basement and the main floor connected, so my sister would have her toys right at the top of the stairs, just inside of the kitchen,

and shed sit and play with them on the linoleum.

One day my mom was busy doing stuff and was pretty flustered when she stepped on one of my sisters toys and hurt herself.

Already angry, she snapped on my sister and probably said something like "Why dont you play downstairs in your toy room with these?!"

My sister burst into tears and started crying out that "No mommy! I cant!

There's a man down there and hes scary! He won't let me play with my toys!

He has owwies on his feet mommy and he's scary!"

And so on, blabbering a lot.My mom was pretty scared by this,

but then my sister turned and looked at the (open) door leading down to the basement.

My sister then pointed and started screaming that "He's right there mommy!

He's right there!"My mom scooped her right up and quickly took my sister and I the hell away from that door.

I don't remember it well enough to recall the details though, sorry guys.

/IllyriaGodKing/

When I was about 16 I was having a dream.

It was the standard random dream but during a part if the dream that was set in my (then)

part time work place, something strange happened.

I was having a part if the dream where I was in work, the charectors in this part were as to be expected,

people whom I worked for until this bit...

All of sudden my friends father appeared whom I hadn't seen in about a year.

I had not been in touch with him in that time nor had my friend mentioned him.

He had recently split up from his wife and was suffering with alcholism.

So anyway he appeared standing in the corridor of my work with a pale orange t shirt on.

I saw him and said "hi David how are you?"He said "hi Kieran I'm fine thanks I've just come to say goodbye,

I just want you to know that I'm well now and feel much better""Okay David bye then" -

I said.After that the dream carried on as normal.

I woke up the next morning and told my mum about the really random part of my dream.

I could remember where he was standing, what he was wearing and exactly what he said as clear as day.

Later that morning my brother and I got on the school bus.

My friend was not on the bus nor were any if his brothers.

When we got to school out head of year came to us and discreetly told us that my friends dad had died during the night.

It's the creepiest, yet interesting and touching thing that's happened to me.

As a rule I don't really believe in ghosts and whatnot however I am a catholic and believe in the afterlife.

The stranger experience was when I was next in work and I saw the spot in real life where David came to say goodbye.

I was very close friends with his son at the time but I don't know why it was he chose me, if he did at all that is.

Later on during that year I told my friend this story which comforted him.I would be really interested in any thoughts on this or similar tales.

What could have caused it? Was it just a massive coincidence?

/painterartist/

He Did Not. Okay so this isnt my kid and i dont have kids but i do have a wild story about my mums friends kid.Keep in mind this child is 12-13 years old Im sure at this point i do not need to explain to you what Fortnite is.

However, incase you are unaware it is by far the most popular game in the world and favoured mainly by young teens/tweens.

Of course i have heard stories about Fortnite "taking over the world" and "ruining our children"

much of that hype seems to have died down now but whenever i heard these stories i would always think to myself

"yeah yeah whatever kids are just enjoying the game and the media are taking advantage of its popularity".

But i think the media missed out on this scoop.

The child in question here is very much in love with the game,

so much so he will push his bodily needs to the extreme to get as much play time as humanly possible.

One day he was playing the game when it occured to him he needed the toilet and this is the bit that baffles me,

you have to queue for a game so one would assume that he would go in this queue time.

In order to not miss out on anything.

But this wouldnt be a very interesting story with him doing the normal thing.

I assume you have gotten about half way through this story and thought something

like "oh he wets himself wow what a cool ending (with a slightly sarcastic undertone)"...

yet unfortunately you would only be half right.

Because once the child has done the deed he comes out of it bone dry, is he a wizard? Did he end up going to the toilet in the end? Well much to the dismay of the carpeted floor.

He is not. And he did not. Thats correct.

He stands up *still playing* drops his pants *still playing*

and proceeds to let his urine loose on the (if you didnt pick up on it last time) *carpeted floor*......

he then sits back down again and continues playing until his mum comes down to find out what has happened.

I do not know the conclusion of this story, other than that she decided to tell everyone she knew about it,

but i can imagine it wasnt pretty.

I would take £300 on v-bucks over this anyday

Child gets addicted to fortnite and puts a strange amount of thought into how he could pee all over the carpeted floor without making a mess of himself.

/abilletdoux/

My dad's eldest brother unexpectedly died around this time last year.

He was everyone's favourite person, my dad was really close to my uncle and he was such a big part of our lives.

So it was such a huge shock to all of us when he passed and we were grieving for such a long time.

Whenever anybody mentioned him we'd all cry and it was like this huge depression fell over the family.

That we just didn't want to be near his home or his widow,

because it was too sad and it felt so empty without him there.

My niece was 1 year old at the time and she'd often point to certain places and she'd say man or Momo.

And she'd often be talking to herself or just randomly laugh while playing.

So we went to my aunt's house and my niece, who is a very chilled but receptive kid stepped into the house and became so excited.

Then when we went into the dining room there were all these pictures of him and she says 'Momo' and tugs at my sister's hand.

Who tries to hush her by taking her to another room to change her and I follow,

because it's awkward just being there without him.

My niece wont stop and keeps telling my sister 'man, man there'.

My sister keeps hushing her.So I ask her Lexi, where is the man and who is the man?

'Momo, man there', my dad comes in and overhears us.

And says it's so funny, because that was what my dad called my uncle when he couldn't pronounce his name, he'd forgotten about that.My blood runs cold as it makes sense.

So I go get a picture of him, I start getting goosebumps when she excitedly grabs the picture, kisses it and says 'look, look Momo'.

And we all burst out crying, while my niece is so confused saying 'don't cry, grampy, Momo say love you.'

When we told my aunt about it and she burst into tears, especially when my niece pointed that Momo was behind her at some stage.

It was very freaky, but it was comforting knowing he was there around us.

And it made us talk about him, remember him and just celebrate his life and to grieve him as a family, bringing us closer together again.

Sorry for the very long story.

/helmia/

One night my husband had gone out with friends and I had settled in for some Netflix after the kids went to bed.

My son got up and walked past the bathroom to where I was sitting then stopped.

He had dead eyes.I asked him if he was ok, did he need the bathroom,

did he have a bad dream, and although he turned his face towards me he didn't answer and his expression didn't change.

It was like he was possessed or zombified.I led him into the bathroom and he followed easily enough but just stood by the toilet.

When I told him to pull down his pants he did, but I still had to say "now go pee", like he couldn't figure it out on his own.

He would follow direct orders but not answer questions, wouldn't talk at all and had a dead expression the entire time.

I was getting more and more frantic trying to get him to respond to me or show that he could hear me,

I called my husband and told him he needed to come home, something wasn't right.

Sat on the side of the tub panicking and almost crying and he just stood there and watched me impassionately.

After about fifteen minutes he tilted his head, and blood started running out of his nose and down his face.

No reaction out of him at all.I grabbed a handful of toilet paper, shoved it under his nose and told him to hold it - he did, blank faced, then picked my phone up to call 911.

Before I was done dialing my son said "....Mom? What's going on?"

It was so unexpected and my tensions were so high I jumped and almost screamed.

Told him he was having a nosebleed, he said he didn't remember anything at all.

Asleep in his bed and woke up in the bathroom with his mom crying and his nose bleeding.

That was the day I realized my kid was a sleepwalker and I was a total wimp of a mom.

/unimaginative2/

Once, me my wife and my 2 year old kid were staying in this really old house in Hastings (England).

There's a rumour around Hastings that a lot of these old tall terraced houses are haunted.

My uncle used to own one and reported multiple paranormal encounters.

Needless to say, we were a little bit spooked about this old creaky house we had to stay in.

One night I had to venture out to meet up with some family, while my wife and kid stayed at the house.

It was late so she had to put him to bed, then enjoy an evening of films until I got back.

I returned about midnight and made my way upstairs to the top floor where we were all sleeping.

I fully expected my wife to be in bed asleep, but the bedroom light was on.

As I walked in, I noticed she was asleep,

but woke up as I entered and explained that she had to sleep with the light on as she was hearing voices through the baby monitor.

"soldiers" she claimed.A little freaked I decided to try and sleep with the light on as well.

Not long after dropping off to sleep, I hear my boy next door scream out at the top of his lungs.

I immediately shot out of bed and into his pitch black room next door where I could make him out sitting bolt upright in bed crying.

I ran over to him and gave him a cuddle saying, "what's wrong? What's the matter?"He didn't speak.

He simply raised his arm up behind me and pointed.

I turned to look at what he was pointing at and it was the sofa on the other side of his room.

I shat myself.I took him into our room and all three of us slept with the light on.

To this day, I do not know or really want to know why he was pointing at the sofa in his creepy dark room.

/crazybychoice/