These Creepy Kids Are Straight Out Of A Horror Movie

Sometimes kids say the darndest things, and sometimes they say and do things so scary you feel like you’re living in a horror movie. Creepy kids are a horror movie staple for a reason, and out of the mouth of babes can come some truly terrifying stuff. Family members, babysitters, and parents over at Reddit have gone ahead and shared some of their kid’s blood-curdling moments.


#1 New Mummy

My little girl is three. We’ve always had creepy incidents, but a few weeks back things hit on a whole new level. She kept pointing near the bedroom window and talking about the boy with no eyes. She said he was crying because he wanted me to be his mum.

turdinabox

#2 You Wanna Hang Man

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

TheKatyisAwesome

#3 And for My Next Trick!

I was napping on the couch and my then three-year-old was standing there with a felt toy in the shape of a saw. I woke up to him saying, “I’m going to saw mommy’s head off!!” Uhhhh….nope.

1982wasawesome

#4 Something to Look Forward To

We were on a long drive through central/Western Pennsylvania—all farms, hills, forests, and low mountains. My five-year-old, out of nowhere says, “This will look really cool as a wasteland. You know, after everyone dies.” As much as we asked, he didn’t elaborate on that.

Akummu

#5 Midwest Charm

Alone with my four-year-old Midwestern daughter, when she randomly whispers, “Ope…she’s here.” While staring out a dark window.

Dcwinger12

#6 Time to Google Conflict Resolution

I’ll never forget this chilling conversation with my then 4-year-old daughter. She asked, “Mommy, do you love me?” I replied, “Of course, my darling! I love you forever and always, no matter what!” Then she said, “Even after I kill (little brother’s name)?” With a sweet as pie smile on her face and serious look in her eye.

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#7 Singing Spirits

I was with my sister, her husband, and their 2-year-old daughter. We were talking about loved ones that had recently passed—my father had died sometime recently. My brother-in-law went and grabbed a picture of his mother, who had died in a car crash when he was six, to show me. When my niece saw the picture though she started laughing.

We asked her what was so funny and she looked at us and said: “that’s my special friend who sings to me.” I still shiver a bit just thinking about it.

KaiserXI

#8 Apocalyptic Visions

My niece drew a picture “of a man in her room” that she kept telling her parents about. He had two different colored eyes, and one was grey. When asked why it was grey, she responded: “because he can see the storm coming.”

herobotic

#9 “You’re Welcome” Would’ve Been Fine, Son

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.”

ravenlily

#10 Will Curiosity Kill the Cat?

My 6-year-old has always had weird interests. She asked me to show her pictures of what’s in our bodies. I showed her diagrams on Google, and she said, “No, I mean inside of a REAL body. Like a dead person.” I showed her some random picture of an arm surgery and she was begging for more. Also, she always asks me to stop so she can look at dead animals on the road.

When my childhood dog died, she tried to sneak and look inside the bag while I was bawling. We’re really pushing for the medical field and not the serial killer field. Only time will tell.

monsterisincorrect

#11 Scaredy Cat

When I was about 3 years old we had a cat that had stillborn kittens. I asked my father if we could make crosses for them, which he did. As he was making them, I asked: “Aren’t those too small?” He said, “What do you mean?” I replied, “Aren’t we going to nail them to them?” After several moments of silence, he said: “We’re not going to do that.” “Oh.”

Tom_Zarek

#12 You Can Take the Boy Out of the Helicopter, But You Can’t Take the Helicopter Out of the Boy

I was asking my 3-year-old if he remembered being born, then I got to asking him if he remembered what happened before he was born. Without missing a beat or any prompting from me other than the question, he goes “I was in a helicopter that goes round and round and round then BOOM into the ground!”

Ol_Dirt

#13 I’m a Rocket Man

I was sitting with a kid once near a campfire and he seemed to be lost in thoughts. I asked what he is thinking about. This 6-year-old said: “I wish I was high up in space and the whole world was on fire. That would be beautiful.”

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#14 Creepy Conversations

So, my son and I stood watching his then two-year-old daughter as she stood looking, laughing and chatting away in toddler jibberish at…nothing…in a completely empty hallway. We just watched her and looked at each other with a confused look on our faces. Same granddaughter, some years later, still sleeps with me when she visits because “that girl” scares her.

That’s all she’ll say because evidently, the girl told her not to tell anyone about her.

TJC528

#15 Culinary Creep

Playing tea party, little one keeps passing me “cake.” I dutifully eat each piece she passes me. “It was poison. You died.” Oh, okay then. She then proceeded to “chop me up,” mix my chopped parts with some spice in a pot, and then serve the resulting stew to her mother.

zenithas

#16 Child Premonitions

I was on the bus, and this little girl and her mom get on. She takes one look at me and bursts into inconsolable tears. Her mom is doing everything she can to make her stop, but all to no avail. Eventually, the mom just says forget it and takes the kid off the bus, but the kid starts wailing more, and says, “Momma, don’t go, that girl is gonna die soon.”

I was a little sketched out for the rest of the day.

completecrap

#17 Pull the Trigger, Piglet

My sister’s older daughter is a saint, but the little kid is a psychopath. My sister and brother-in-law indulge every crazy behavior of hers. One of the worst was last year when one of my sister’s ureters broke and she had to get a tube from her kidney, out of her body and to a bag, while said ureter healed. She was pretty ill and was in the hospital for a bit more than a month.

Anyway, the second night she’s back home, little monster PULLS the tube out of my sister’s kidney, requiring her to get emergency surgery. The kid’s excuse? She KNEW doing that would hurt mommy, but she (my sister) was getting SO MUCH attention from daddy since she got home…attention she (little monster kid) deserves more.

The worst part is that my sister and brother-in-law thought that was cute. The crazy part is that my older niece would have never gotten away with something like that, so I don’t really get why they spoiled the younger one so much. I know she’s my niece, but I just can’t see past those behaviors and like her…she’s six years old.

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#18 I Live On Your Tears

Years ago, my wife and I had a very heated argument. Our daughter overhears us and comes into the room just as things hit their peak. My wife rushes into the bathroom crying. I’m left sitting on the bed feeling low, listening to my wife sob on the other side of the door. Our kid looks up at me with a smile and says, “Mommy’s crying” and proceeds to laugh loud enough for mom to hear. And with that, I was in trouble for something entirely new.

PallidaCulus

#19 Paranormal Toddler Activity

I looked at the video monitor to make sure my two-year-old daughter was finally asleep, since she hadn’t made noise in a while. I see her standing up in her crib. She slowly bends over to the side, cocks her head towards her knee, and says, “hi.” Exactly how did she know I was looking at the monitor at that exact moment?!

Plus, the way she was bent at the waist looked humanly impossible, and the night vision function made her eyes look so creepy.

Lcarkuff

#20 Morbid Obsessions

My little girl expresses love in an, um, special way. She says she loves me and my husband so much that she’ll follow us around ’till the day we die. Or saying when we die, she’ll cut off our heads and put them into a jar to carry around with her forever/always have us with her. She says this stuff to us all the time and she’s always so smiley when she does it.

blackdevilwhitedemon

#21 Love or Death

My five-year-old was eating some chocolate, and I told him not to get any on the floor because Sadie, my family’s dog, would eat it.

Him: Then she’ll die?

Me: Yeah.

Him: Mommy, I thought you don’t like Sadie.

Me: Well yeah, I don’t.

Him: And you don’t want her to die???

Me: Well, you can dislike someone, but that doesn’t mean you hate them enough that you want them to die.

Him: Oh. So, it’s okay if you don’t like someone—you don’t have to kill them or anything, right?

Me: Right.

Him: Oh. Okay. Thanks Mommy.

Had he just been going around expecting to kill people he doesn’t like all that time? I’ll never know.

Ohaisaelis

#22 Trouble Down Under

My kid’s Catholic school is over 100 years old. There is a basement under the gym that’s used for storage. I was subbing once and, during recess, one of the kickballs rolled down the stairs. A little girl was standing at the top of the stairs yelling “Just throw it up to me.” I went over and asked who she was talking to and she replied “That big man at the bottom of the stairs!”

I went down and there was nobody there. There was no other way in and hardly anyone ever even went down there. I asked some of the other kids if they have seen the man before and they said: “Yes, but Sister told us not to talk to him.” I asked them to describe this “sister” and they described a nun. There haven’t been nuns at the school in 40 years…

geoffeaton

#23 That Line Was an Unwelcome Delivery

When I was play arguing with my 7-year-old kid, and she said she wished she was dead like my miscarried baby. Savage and a brat.

markusmas

#24 Deeply Disturbing

I was once babysitting a kid who turned out to be crazy. I thought it was pretty weird to be babysitting a 13-year-old when I was just 16, but after a while we became friendly and he started to open up to me. For who knows what reason, he then decided to casually tell me about how he assaulted a 9-year-old. I immediately realized that I was there because his mom didn’t want to leave him alone with his 11-year-old sister…

bpdteam

#25 From Above

My little sister was about three years old and we were getting ready to go to our uncle’s house for dinner. She was being really fussy and didn’t want to get changed so my dad asks her, “Don’t you want to go to uncle Dan’s house?” She then responded, saying, “No, I don’t like the man in the ceiling.” We thought it was an odd thing to say, but didn’t give much thought.

A few years later we were helping my uncle sell the house and it came out that someone had died by suicide in the attic back in the 90s.

thekkillers

#26 Cut It Out

When I was a teenager, my friend’s kid brother had a ton of psychotic tendencies. A couple of examples I remember is him putting their dog in a cooler and suffocating it because “it was being annoying.” Also, he once ran into my friend’s room, handed me a knife, went to the kitchen and sliced his own arm, and proceeded to tell his parents that I cut him. What is even weirder is that even when they saw me holding a knife, they didn’t believe him for a second. Well, about three years ago he shot his dad, so I’d say he was/is a monster.

AwesleyK

#27 Mama’s Boy

When my oldest son was about 3 years old, he said: “Mommy, I like you better than my fake mommy.” Naturally, I asked, “Who’s your fake mommy?” He replied “You can’t see her. She tucks me in after you do.” Okay then…

labeille87

#28 The Little Devil

I woke up to my almost-four-year-old standing at my bedside staring right at me. Once my eyes were open she said “I brought the monsters in here” then went back to bed. Thanks kid, I had you so they’d go in your room.

NotFromStateFarmJake

#29 Not Cool

I had a music teacher who took his 4-year-old daughter to an old theater in Alaska. She started crying immediately when she walked in, so he took her outside and she stopped crying. He took her back in, she started crying again, so he took her outside again. He asked why she was crying, and she said: “That’s where the people with no eyes watch you.”

elk_attack

#30 Stay Out of the Woods

My now 11-year-old daughter had an “imaginary” friend when she was five. Her name was Elizabeth and according to my daughter, “She has dark hair but some of it is orange looking like it’s dirty from Koolaid. She has a bloody and messed up leg and she limps because she was run over. Not run over by a car because it didn’t have an engine. She is darker than me like she has a really good tan.”

As though that wasn’t creepy enough, one day she asked if she could have a sleepover with Elizabeth. We say “sure” and then my five-year-old starts walking towards with woods with a backpack. I rush out to stop her, and remind her of our rules about not going into the woods alone. She’s really upset because apparently “Elizabeth” lives in the woods, and that’s where the sleepover was supposed to happen.

It gets creepier. A year after all this, the county finally decided to repave the nearby road. When speaking with the project manager, we found out that the road was actually the end of the Trail of Tears and that somewhere back here was the site of an ambush that resulted in the deaths of several children, and adults when they were crushed by rushing wagons.

WhoDatKrit

#31 Mommy’s Little Ambulance Chaser

We had our young cat “fixed” and she just slept and rested all day after coming back from the vet. My 11-year-old son asked very concerned, after watching the cat lying around all day, “Do you think she is sad because she can’t have babies?” Awww…so sweet. My 7-year-old son asked, “So, if she doesn’t recover, would we get a cash settlement?”

loveandrubyshoes

#32 Leader of the Pack

My little sister (7 years old) always talks about eating people and how blood tastes just like metal, which tastes good in her opinion. I don’t even know.

FurrySlayer1010

#33 Ghostly Lullaby

My daughter Madison told me, at around age three, about “Kellum,” the man with brown pants and a yellow shirt that played with her. I assumed it was an imaginary friend because… well that’s what kids do. Then one day, she starts singing a song I’d never heard before. “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer doooo. I’m half-crazy all for the love of youuuuu,” then she’d mumble a few words and pick back up with “a bicycle built for twooo.”

I assumed she’d heard it from her babysitter, but when I asked about it, the babysitter tells me she thought my husband and I taught her the song because she didn’t know it either. So I asked my daughter where she’d heard the song and she tells me “Kellum taught it to me. He sings it to his baby.” Eventually, Kellum faded away.

Fast forward to about five years ago, I’m telling the story to a coworker who recognized the song as an old tune called, “Bicycle Built for Two.” That prompted us to start looking on ancestry.com at my property address history. I start following rabbit holes and found out that in the 40s, a man named Callum Beasley owned the property next to ours. He was the father of five children, youngest died at age three. Her name was Madeline.

Hoof_Harded

#34 Bubble Boy

When he was around two and a half, my son and I were driving home at night. Car seats were in the front then—this was 30 years ago. He turned to me and said, “I am not from here.” I asked him where he was from. He explained to me that our world is a bubble amongst countless other bubbles. He said he was from another bubble. I don’t think I even answered him.

crayold_lady

#35 So Much for Early Detection

I have a cousin who we literally call Satan because he is the evilest creature you could ever encounter. He once said that he wants to kill someone because it would be “fun” to watch the victim struggle while taking their last breath. Let’s call him M. Once, while his mom and I were cleaning their house, M convinced his younger brother (who was 4 years old at the time) to drink a glass of Clorox bleach in one go.

The poor kid took a large gulp of the glass and immediately realized that he shouldn’t have done that. He had to undergo a gastric lavage and suffered from serious burns to his mouth and esophagus all while M was laughing his face off. The sad part is: M’s parents still think his behavior is acceptable because “he doesn’t know better” and they keep saying “he’ll grow out of it.”

xqnlz

#36 The Sky’s the Limit

I have twin daughters. One day while playing outside, one looked up at the sky and said, “The sky is cracked, and it’s on fire!” My other daughter looked up and said, “Yes, the people are screaming!” Then they went back to playing with dolls. Fingers crossed they’re not predicting the future, everybody!

HyperionWinsAgain

#37 Double Whammy

My sons were about two and four when their pet goldfish died. I attempted to use the situation as an opportunity to discuss death and mortality. After I finished my explanation, my four-year-old looked up at me with his big, blue eyes and asked, “Mommy, someday, will you die?” My heart filled with love and a little sadness, knowing this was one of those pivotal moments when the first bit of childhood innocence was lost, and I told him yes, someday, mommy will die.

“Good,” he said with a totally deadpan expression, and walked out of the room. Later when we were about to flush the fish, he asked if we could eat him instead. I said no, we don’t eat pets because we love them, and he said, “When you die, I’m going to eat you.”

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#38 Prank Calls

A couple of years ago, my older sister (14) and I (11 at the time) were watching our four-year-old sister. She was always a little weird, and said weird stuff, but nothing too bad. Anyway, my sister and I were watching a movie, and fell asleep by accident. When my mom got home she started screaming and shaking us to wake up.

It turns out that, when we were asleep my mom must have called checking in on us, and my little sister picked up and said, “I had to do it mommy, had to kill them, I cut Sissy’s throat,” then hung up. It still scares me sometimes.

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#39 Just a Little PSA

I was on a bus recently and we were stopped outside a walk-in clinic. A little girl in the seat in front of me turned around and said, “Death is the poor man’s doctor.” And that was that!

x_y_zed

#40 What’s Wrong With Recycling?

When my young daughter sat and pondered for a while, then informed me that if her slightly older brother dies, she wants his skeleton, so it doesn’t go to waste.

bobdob123usa

#41 When Reality and Belief Collide

My almost-2-year-old was in his room chattering to himself before his nap. I was listening to him on the monitor, he was saying things like, “I’m sleeping grandma,” “Okay grandma,” etc. I went in to try to “reset him” so he’d fall asleep (he did, by the way) and asked who he was talking to. He said, “Grandma.”

I asked, “Grammy V?” (my MIL’s grandparent name). He said, “No, not Grammy—GRANDMA.” I gave him a confused look and he clarified, “Grandma Baba.” My mother’s name was Barbara. She had been dead for eight years at that point. My son had never heard me refer to her before. I was oddly not freaked out, though it does screw a bit with my Atheist outlook.

anchored2hope

#42 Something to Remember You By

My son has made so many comments about his plans of keeping my body when I die, I’ve considered specifically putting info into the will to make sure it doesn’t ever happen.

CalgaryChris77

#43 Late Night Visitor

My three-year-old while eating dinner told me there was a man on the balcony with red eyes with his mouth gaping open, like a scream face…we live on the third floor and the only access to that balcony is from inside. Needless to say, I didn’t turn around. He’s said so many weird things. We live in a really, really old apartment, and I don’t believe in ghosts, but he creeps me out.

He’s also mentioned a little boy upside down scratching at the ceiling—just casually like it was nothing. In the meantime, I’m going to poop my pants.

Forever_Pancakes

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#44 Past Life Horrors

This one actually just happened with my four-year-old a week or so ago. I woke up to her laying in the hallway whimpering and crying while still asleep. I woke her up to put her back to bed and asked if she had a bad dream. Barely awake she said “No. I remembered. Before I was born here I was a really bad dog and they made me go to sleep.” and then started crying and saying she didn’t want to remember it.

When I asked the next morning she said the same thing and got visibly upset again. I even have audio of her starting to tell me the story, getting upset, then changing the topic.

Leather_and_Lead

#45 Meet Me in the Meadow

I was about four. One night my mom woke up to the sound of our front door opening and closing. She grabs a knife and goes out to investigate. She sees me walking barefoot out toward the logging road. She runs outside and grabs me and asks me what I think I’m doing. I told her, “I have to go visit my friends.” My mom asked, “What?! What friends?”

And I said, “my new friend, they told me to meet them in the meadow.” I ended up explaining to my mom that my new friends can talk to me without being near me, that they don’t wear clothes, and they want to take me on a trip. Since this happened I have learned that there have been several cases of mutilated cattle over the years, and if you ask the right questions to the right people…loads of stories of lights in the sky and strange figures, and what have you.

My grandpa refused to ever talk about “the night.” All I know is the cattle were mutilated. My grandma cried if you brought it up, and my grandpa would not let anyone talk about it in his presence. Since then, I have seen some pretty strange stuff out at the farm, and I do remember needing to meet my friends in the meadow.

epicnormalcy

#46 A Cutting Wake-Up Call

I had chronic pain even as a baby, which sucked for my mum as between the hours of 6 pm and 7 pm I would cry for an hour solid. Anyway, this stopped after I turned three (returned again around 10).

I was about six years old and, in my sleep, I walked downstairs and grabbed a knife from the kitchen top, because apparently, that’s what a child does when sleepwalking? I walk into my mum’s room and let out a “blood-curdling scream” and proceeded to stab the bed not even a few inches from my mum’s head and upon her waking, I proceeded to laugh and say, “Silly mummy.” I was a very weird child.

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#47 Premeditated Murder

I once saw a little kid jotting some stuff down in a little black book. Me: “What are you writing, there?” Little boy (With a blank stare on his face): “I’m adding you to my Death List.” And that was the end of that conversation.

MakesGames

#48 Retreat!!

My 3-year-old daughter was going through the monsters under her bed phase. It lasted for weeks, and it was really wearing on her mom and me. One night after mom tried to put her to bed, she tagged me in. After 30 minutes, I grew pretty frustrated. In a last ditch attempt, I promised my daughter that there weren’t any monsters under her bed.

She replied, “I know. Now, they’re behind you.” After that, I let her sleep with us for a week.

YeahLikeTheGroundhog

#49 Frighteningly Accurate

My dad watched his mother die of a ruptured gallbladder when he was 12 and still remembers it vividly. My sister, one day, randomly gets up almost an hour after she’s gone to bed and goes up to him. The conversation went like this:

Sister: Daddy, your mommy died in a red sweater, jeans, sneakers and with her hair in a ponytail, right? And her hair was blonde?
Dad: Drops book he’s reading and stares, wide-eyed, and then says Yes…
Sister: What color were her eyes?
Dad: Blue… why?
Sister: Oh, she doesn’t have them anymore, just empty sockets. I was curious.

And she goes right back to bed.

Jimparsonsrox

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#50 I’d Just Let It Go

“I want to watch Frozen, but only the part where the parents die in a shipwreck.”—my kid.

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#51 Medical Drama

My four-year-old likes to play this make-believe game where she is having a baby and needs it “cut out” of her—we have never explained to her what a C-section is. Then the baby always has some sort of deformity, like no eyes or arms or something, and she needs to try again to have a better baby, and she is just going to throw the bad one out.

My wife and I have refused to play this game with her once we noticed the pattern, but now she is drafting her younger sister into it and they love it. I’m torn between making them stop or just being happy they’re playing so nicely together. We have discussed this weird game with our daughter and do monitor it, but overall it just seems harmless despite its creepiness.

PorkchopSquats

#52 Waking Nightmare

My son was two. He was in a pattern of waking us up at about 5:00 am every morning. One morning I took him downstairs and plopped him in front of the TV so I could try to go back to sleep for about 30 minutes on the couch (right by him). I woke up a few minutes later and he was standing in the foyer, pointing into the kitchen, laughing. He then said, “Mommy is floating in the kitchen.”

I didn’t think much of it…went back to sleep for a bit. About 30 minutes later his mom came downstairs having just woken up, saying she “had one of those weird dreams where she flew out of her body, went downstairs and found herself in the kitchen.” Freekay.

geekamongus

#53 Future New York Times Bestseller

When my oldest daughter was in kindergarten, she wrote and illustrated her first book—titled “I Hope You Die in a Fire.”

TwinkleFluff

#54 Ssssscary!

While changing my daughter in front of the open closet door. She kept looking around me and laughing. I asked her what was so funny. She said, “the man.” To which I replied, “what man?” She then pointed at the closet and said, “the man with the snake neck.” I turn around and nothing was there. I’m afraid to look into the history of my house to see if anyone hung themselves in the closet. At least she wasn’t scared.

Shahajada12

#55 Ghost Stevens

I was once babysitting my niece, who was around three at the time, and she needed a bath before bed. I noticed as she was splashing around that she kept looking just over my shoulder into the corner of the bathroom and giggling. I looked over my shoulder, and of course, nothing was there. As I turned back to her she had a completely blank look on her face, stared directly into my eyes and said, “don’t be scared,” then started giggling uncontrollably.

Safe to say I snatched her out of the bath real quick and got her ready for bed. About half an hour after leaving her in the bedroom, I heard her laughing and talking. I went in to check if she was sleep talking but she was sat upright, cross-legged in the middle of the bed as if she was chatting to someone sat opposite her. I asked her what she was doing and she said, “I’m talking to the man.”

“What man?” I asked to which she replied, “The ghost, Steven.” I tucked her back into bed, and she drifted off pretty quickly. I never asked her about it the next day, but she’s six now, and doesn’t remember a thing about it. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep with the light on that night. I don’t know where she would have learned about ghosts at that age either but Mum said me and my sisters used to do it as kids too.

milkandtwo_

#56 What’s in the Box?

The girl I took care of was about six at the time. One day, she was playing with dolls and I saw her rip the head off one and put it in a box. Later that day, I looked inside said box and there was a whole bunch of stray heads. I asked what she was doing this for, and she replied, “Practicing.” This creeped me out enough, but I asked her why and she said, “The man wants me to practice so I can help him one day. I have a picture of him.”

Then she showed me the picture of this “man.” She drew it herself and it had gouged out eyes and a bloody mouth. I didn’t babysit her again.

theofficalmistake

#57 Back to the Future

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.”

cheeselet

#58 Skin in the Game

I was sound asleep, and at around 6 AM I was woken up by my 4-year-old daughter’s face just inches away from mine. She looked right into my eyes and whispered, “I want to peel all your skin off.” The backstory here is I had been sunburned the previous week and was starting to peel. In my sleep-addled state, however, it was pretty terrifying for a few seconds.

I didn’t know if I was dreaming, or what was going on.

psalm_69

#59 Say Cheese!

My niece was about 4 years old when I heard her laughing in my room. I walked in and asked her what she was doing. She said, “Chucky says if you stick your fingers in your eyes they come out of your mouth.” Then she told me Chucky lived underground. Still gives me chills.

SuchValuable5

#60 Don’t Lose Your Marbles

I freaked my mother and grandmother out when I was about 3. I’d randomly stopped playing with whatever I was playing with (dolls or something) and walked up to them and said “I don’t like marbles,” and when asked why I’d said “they hurt” and rubbed the side of my head. Mum kissed it, asked if it was better now, and I went back to playing.

It stumped them because when my mother was 10 and her brother was 8, they’d gotten into a fight over a bag of marbles and she’d smacked him around with the bag and he had a big bruise. My uncle (her brother) passed away when I was a few months old, and we had no marbles in the house, at least none that my sister and I were allowed to play with. It was very, very creepy.

stapletaper

#61 Grandpa’s Haunted House

My mom tells me that when I was a really small child we would visit my grandfather’s house and often spend the night. She says that once, in the middle of the night, she woke up and I wasn’t in the bed (young enough to co-bed).

She got up and I was standing in the living room with my hand in the air like I was holding someone’s hand and I said something along the lines of “I can’t go with you because my mom didn’t say I could.” We didn’t spend the night at my grandfather’s house again for another decade.

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#62 Spooky Role Reversal

I’m the child in this story, but let me tell you about when I was four.

I’m named after my maternal grandmother who died about two years before I was born, and it’s worth mentioning that I was the first grandchild born after her death. I was always very curious about her as a young child… one day my mom laid down for a nap and when she woke up, I was standing at her bedside and looking down on her. Apparently, I said, “Do you remember when I was the mommy, and you were the baby?”

cue twilight zone theme music

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#63 Afraid of the Dark

My three-year-old son: “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.”

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#64 Breakfast in Bed

This morning I was lying in bed and my two-year-old came up and put her face right up to mine. I thought maybe she wanted a kiss. Then she said “Mama, I want to eat your eyes please.”

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#65 He’s Definitely Got Somewhere to Be

I was tucking in my two-year-old. He said, “Goodbye dad.” I said, “No, we say good night.” He said, “I know, but this time, it’s goodbye.” Had to check on him a few times to make sure he was still there…

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#66 Just Making Conversation

My oldest kept talking in his bed, even hours past bedtime. When we asked him who he was talking to, he said he was talking to the floating white lady. I don’t remember the description he gave us, but what I DO remember is kid #3 doing the same exact routine, eight years later…

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#67 Chairy On Top

I heard my 1-year-old’s high chair move even though nobody was near it. I asked my three-year-old, “What was that?” and he said while pointing to the chair, “What is SHE doing here!?”

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#68 Not Really a Laughing Matter

My cousin’s kid when he was around 4 or 5 came into the bathroom as I was straightening my hair. He closed the door, looked at me and said: “I don’t want to kill you.” Creepy. He’s 13 now and whenever I tell him the story he just laughs his ass off.

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#69 Hungry Little Monster

My 4-year-old son said, “Daddy, I want to drill into your tummy, crawl inside, and eat your dinner.” The food was okay, but I didn’t think it was worth that much effort.

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#70 A Fork in the Road

One day, I was babysitting this quiet little girl. She was just minding her own business and eating a bag of chips, when her brother reached over to try and steal a chip from her. Without hesitation, she turned around and stabbed a fork straight into his hand. No hesitation. No remorse. I did not babysit for that family again.

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#71 A More Horrific Toy Story

As a principal, I once confiscated three crudely made voodoo dolls that I instantly recognized as three jerk students. They had been picking on this quiet girl in the second grade. I guess she decided to fight back in her own incredibly creepy way.

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#72 Blue Man Group

I’m just the uncle, and my sister-in-law would be the one to ask for all the details, but my niece apparently has an invisible friend with a blue face and red hair. My sister-in-law thought it was just an imaginary friend, until she talked with other parents and figured out that all the kids living in their neck of the woods have apparently seen the same man, blue face and red hair, but none of their classmates who live farther away did.

Niece apparently gets frustrated sometimes when she points at an empty spot and says “He is right here! You don’t see him?”

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#73 Strange Visit

My cousin Dave and I were out on an all-day fishing trip, and he told me that if I wanted to spend the night at his place, I was more than welcome to. I hadn’t seen him in a while and I still wanted to spend time with him so, I said sure! He lived in a ranch style house with his wife of two years, and their seven-year-old son.

When we got back to his place, we had dinner, watched TV, you know did normal things. Eventually, his wife and son went to bed, which left us alone in the living room. That’s when I asked him, you like this place so far? He said “yeah,” but was making a face that I could tell he wanted to say more. He eventually followed up with, “Don’t get me wrong, this place is great but there’s just something weird about it.”

An hour goes by and it’s getting late, and Dave can hear his son talking on the monitor so he decides to check on him. He enters his son’s room with a “Hey buddy, why are you—” This is followed up by him shuffling to pick up his son, carrying him out, and slamming the door to his bedroom. Then he woke up his wife, and sent us all out of the house.

As soon as we’re out, he asks me to call the police. I oblige and while we’re waiting I ask, “What happened man?” It took him a while to gather a response, and then he looked at me with the weirdest facial expression, and said his son “was sitting up talking to the closet, and when I looked over, I saw an old man, and I swear to god man, he was smiling at me.”

He was tearing up as he was telling me this. The police arrived, they check the house, no sign of entry at all, everything except the front door was locked. After they left, Dave made everyone sleep in the living room. Four months after that, they moved to a new house. I asked him once if he moved because of the man he saw. And he just shrugged it off. I think he saw him again. I mean, either way, something happened that night.

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#74 New Life New Family

My seven-year-old told me that his old family died in a fire with him, and now he has a new family (ours). He told me the names of his siblings, what his parents looked like, what the house looked like, and when he died. He gave me so much detail. I wrote it all down as he talked and after he went to bed, I looked it up. Everything he said matched this one old news story.

Everything he said fit. This news story I had never even heard before, and it happened about a year and a half before he was ever conceived.

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#75 The Party is Just Getting Started

My little nephew went through this phase of being absolutely terrified of going to sleep in his room. I babysat a couple of times during this phase—we basically had to sit beside his bed and help him fall asleep, and he’d usually wake up shortly after you left the room and start crying. His reason? “The big dark scary man standing in the corner with red eyes doesn’t want me to sleep.”

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#76 Skin and Bones

Once, when my toddler was hugging me, he quietly said “I promise I won’t eat your bones.” Oh, uh… much obliged!”

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#77 Old Dolls

This is the story of how I found out that my daughter had outgrown her doll collection. After work I got home to see all the dolls pinned up on the dartboard. My little girl and her brother were using them for dart practice. They refused to stop and would regularly put them back up and then invite their friends and cousins over to join in. They’d give each other bonus points if they got the doll through the eye. They grew out of it eventually but the doll dungeon was a thing for almost a year.

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#78 Friend at School

When my child was about four he started going to a school-styled daycare, prepping for kindergarten. He told me one day that there was a girl named Kallie in his class who lived in the woods, didn’t think much of it at the time. A few days later he keeps mentioning Kallie, and his conversations with her while at school. Since I wanted to know who his new friend was I asked him if he could show her to me.

To which he immediately replied with, “No, she’s dead.” He later explained she died in a fire, and couldn’t leave the daycare facility. We just shrugged it off as him being weird. One night around 9 pm, he began sobbing hysterically telling us we needed to go get Kallie, she was stuck at school. No one could save her. We tried to calm him down, saying maybe her mom would come.

Eventually, he went to bed. He’s seven now and hasn’t mentioned her since leaving the facility.

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#79 Brotherly Love

My 3-year-old daughter stood next to her newborn brother, looked at him for a while, then turned to me and said, “Daddy, it’s a monster! We should bury it.”

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#80 Night Of

My son was probably four at the time, he’s in the car with my mom and stepdad and starts talking about my stepdad’s father dying. Mind you, I didn’t know how he died, and my stepdad has never talked about. My son goes into full detail how he was driving through the mountains, and it was a really windy road, and it was slippery, and he went off the side of the mountain, and there was blood all over his face and car.

At the end of this in-depth explanation, he looks at my stepdad and goes “it must of have been really scary for him.” Well, my stepdad is super freaked out by it, because his dad did die in fact because he drove off the side of a mountain while it was raining.

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#81 Keep it Moving

My mom tells this story all the time. Apparently, when I was three months old, my parents took me on a road trip to France. They were supposed to drive all night, but my dad nearly fell asleep at the wheel, so they decided to stop and sleep somewhere. Luckily we had an RV, so all they needed to do was find a campsite.

After 30 minutes of looking, they were unable to find a campsite nearby, so they decided that a church parking lot would do. At 3 am they drove onto the lot, and as soon as they did, I started screaming at the top of my lungs, and up until then, I had been sleeping soundly. They tried everything for an hour, clean diaper, food, walking, rocking.

Nothing worked. So, knowing they wouldn’t get any sleep, decided to continue the journey. As soon as they left the parking lot, I stopped. Like turning of a light switch. It still creeps them out to this day.

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#82 I Talk About Dead People

My four-year-old talks about death a lot—dead pets, dead family members—weird, but whatever. The one that freaks me out is when she mentions. “My dead grandma that got shot.” We never talk about my husband’s mom, who took her own life when my husband was a teenager. I’m a skeptic when it comes to the supernatural but it makes me wonder.

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#83 I’d Rather You Didn’t

My six-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.”

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#84 Shared Nightmares

My little brother said he had nightmares where people would look at him through the windows in his room, and that’s not the creepy part. That room used to be my room when I was a little kid. When I slept there, I would have identical nightmares of people looking at me from the window and coming out of the walls. I thought it was just me, but maybe not.

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#85 “Low Man’s Voice” Immediately Makes It Creepy

My brother told me a few years ago he woke up in the middle of the night hearing his son crying his eyes out then a low man’s voice saying “shhh be quiet” then silence. He ran into the room and the baby was asleep and no one else around, creeped me the heck out.

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#86 If I Was a Quiet Kid

Back in fourth grade, we had to read original poems out loud and critique each other. One sorry fella read his and every line started off with “If I was a bird.” It went something like this: “If I was a bird, I would live in a tree. If I was a bird, I would fly to school. If I was a bird, etc…” A few people offered some words of polite and constructive criticism.

Then, the teacher called on the quiet, creepy kid for his opinion. Out of the clear blue sky, he suddenly said, “If I was a bird, I would poop on all of you.” It was the first and last time we heard him talk. It was kind of funny, but something wasn’t right with that kid.

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#87 Private Eyes

I was vacationing at a big cabin in the mountains for a week for a family reunion when I heard the most bloodcurdling scream. It was horrible. I’ve never heard a sound quite like it since. It sounded like an animal caught in a trap…but it was human. It was my two-year-old niece. I raced out into the hallway to see my niece running towards me, face contorted in horror.

She leaped into my arms and screamed: “Run. Baby. Eyes. EYES. RUN!” She was shaking like a leaf, but clawing my neck and clothes trying to get me to run. At one point she pointed down the empty hallway, still screaming about eyes. There were no windows, just a locked door. A blank hallway. By then the rest of the family had come crowding around to see what was going on.

I couldn’t explain it and neither could she. Just “Baby. Eyes. Baby,” and then she’d meltdown all over again. This happened two more times during our stay. Eventually, the family came up with their own explanation, that she must have seen one of her cousins sleeping upstairs and gotten scared by the blanket moving.

They treat it like a joke now. I was the only real witness all three times though…and I can tell you that that is NOT what freaked her out. I’m not sure what it was, but it wasn’t another child.

Terriere

#88 Watcher at the Bed

My oldest daughter usually stands beside my bed at night. When she was five years old, she already had long black hair. The creepy part was that she just stood there not even trying to wake me or my wife up. She was just standing there for two or three hours watching us. When she finished looking at us she’d go back to her bed and sleep like nothing happened.

That was a really creepy time of my life. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night cause of an urgent need to pee and looking directly at her eyes.

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#89 Importance of Accessorizing

My daughter loves her aunt Katie but one day she took it too far. I heard her whisper to her cousin: “Aunt Katie’s eyes are so pretty. I wanna pluck them out and wear them on my charm bracelet.”

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#90 Taking Fandom Too Far

I was the worst kind of Naruto fan growing up. The worst. And I had an outlet on the internet. At 13 years old, I started a chat room for other Naruto fans. Specifically centered around Jashinism. For those of you who never went through a Naruto phase, Jashinism is a fake religion, based on an idea of voodoo, centered around slaughter.

As an edgy 13-year-old with no sense of social boundaries, of course, this drew my attention. I wanted to share it with the world. So, I made a fake prayer, and some fake commandments, and centered my take on Jashinism around the balance of life and death and understanding pain, as much as a traumatized 13-year-old can.

Well, it gained traction. Like. A lot of traction. People made a website. They started asking me for spiritual advice. Wanted to donate money. Wanted to build an actual church. It started to get kind of scary so I got out. I backed way off and pretended it never happened. I can’t find the website anymore, so I’m pretty sure it got taken down by whoever made it.

Anyway, I was thinking about that chat room after I’d grown up and gone to therapy. I realized I kind of started a cult-centered around a Naruto-based, fictional religion. Whoops. Never promoted the idea of hurting yourself or others though. Made it very clear I wasn’t about that. But people got really into the idea of understanding pain and being understood.

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#91 Night Terrors

I never told a soul that there was one point in my life where I was deathly afraid of my sweet young child. When he was about 5 years old, he started having nightmares. His eyes would be wide open, and he would stare into an abyss of his own invention and scream with the chilling ferocity of hell itself. I would hold him and rock his rigid little body until he loosened back to sweaty deep sleep. But I never forgot that terror.

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#92 Go Fish

When I was a kid, my mom had a friend and her son over. He disappeared for 10 minutes—I thought he was in the bathroom, so I went when he came back. On my way there, I noticed the fish tank in the hallway was strangely murky. At first glance, I didn’t know what it was, until, to my horror, I noticed smashed and ripped apart pieces of little fish faces moving around in the swirl. The kid had reached into the fish tank and squeezed the ever-loving life out of every single fish.

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