When I was a kid in the early 80's I used to play in a graveyard across the street from my house. It was the oldest graveyard in the area, long closed and unused by then. There was an elderly man named Ebby who would tell me stories about all the people buried there. Stories about small things like 'June over there made the best apple pies in the valley!' and 'That's Jake, when I was a kid we all thought he was an outlaw in hiding, turned out after he died he was a famous bank robber and cattle rustler!' I would often bring up these stories up conversations with my teachers and relatives. I never managed to introduce Ebby to Mom, he was always gone when Mom called for me. We moved to FL when I was 11, and I forgot about him. Went back when I was 19 to visit my Dad and decided to see if I could find Ebby's grave to say hi. ...

My 5 year old crawled into my lap, grabbed my face in her hands, looked at me quite sincerely and said "Mama, I love you and I promise I will never ever kill you". I was not reassured by this.

according to my mom, at just under 2, when my grandfather was dying, i asked her who all the women were standing around him. she said it was just her and my grandmother but i said all seven of them could speak our dialect (my parents are immigrants). she immediately freaked out that his mother, aunts, and sisters who had passed before him had come down to help him pass on. He died later that day.

When my daughter became able to talk, she indicated she didn't like the rug in her bedroom with the few words she had available. I didn't think anything of it. She'd occasionally tell me she didn't like it as her vocabulary improved. She then told me that the things on it moved in the dark. I figured it was an optical illusion. Then when she got older she said, "Mom, I know you don't care that the rug moves, but it tried to cover up my face last night so I couldn't breathe." Rug was replaced with a car track rug from Ikea. She started playing in her room (she never had before) and by all reports the new rug, and everything on it, is stationary.

Most of these are great horror, fantasy or sci fi materials.

Had a roomie who was getting deployed to Afghanistan, and my two oldest nieces were up to visit me during his Birthday. "Evie" and "Bug," have always been funny and weird, but during our discussion about the roomie's birthday plans, Bug (oldest, 8 y.o.) pulls me aside. She looked at him anxiously for a few minutes, then leans in and whispers: "He doesn't know it, but it's his last birthday so don't tell him." :| Roomie did not die, but came back a broken person who has become lost to drugs and alcohol, so make of that what you will.

Kids perceive all kinds of things that we have been trained not to as we grow up. I saw so much stuff when I was a kid, and still have experiences that would be hard to explain scientifically.

My aunt was an accountant in a private company. The owner of it had made a lot of debs and after that he made suicide. My aunt managed to help the company and prevent the dismissal of many employees, but she paid all the stress with cancer and soon afterward she died. Before her funeral my mom had a dream - she saw the aunt with some several years old boy in a bright robe. She asked my mom to bring some toys for him at her funeral. My mom didn't tell anyone about that strange dream before the ceremony but bring a teddy bear with her. She was a bit scared when turned out that everyone at the funeral has brought toys with them...

Kids see everything. My nephew used to see "a scary old man on the front lawn" outside his window. My sister dug into the history of the house and found an elderly man had died in the house prior to them purchasing it.

I guess it can be creepy, because something uncanny coming out of a child's mouth is weird because you don't think a child could be thinking of something so.. strange? I don't know.

My daughter when she was around 4 told me she was here before. I asked here Oh, really, who were you? She replied, " I was ****'s grandfather." Her father, my now exhusband. I played it cool and asked her, So what was your name? SHe said, "Percy. Can I have some more bikkies?" Now I had no idea of my then husband's relatives, and neither did she. No one spoke of this guy. I asked M.I.L oh so casually of the grandparent's for a family tree. (never in a million years would I have said to her what my daughter had said) She told me his name was Percival. Me: - blank stare and hearing Twilight Zone music. Daughter also told me another time of how she used to push her father around, "In the white pram. I used to love doing that." Turns out another relative I had no idea of had died quite young and used to push him around in the white pram. Sheesh.....

I would ask before buying has it been haunted at all, and then speak to the spirits and ask if you all can co exist if you bought the house. Don't feel strange. It is possible.

About 10 years ago I worked in a nursery, we were doing circle time and asked one of the kids who they wanted to dance with.. the kid pointed to the corner and said 'man' and started to walk towards him... the same room where you would go into in the morning and toys would be all over the floor like theyd been thrown 👻

ok so- my little step-sister is really creepy and here are two stories: i was walking with little claire in the woods, when she started talking about my dead bestfriend, "sissy, do you miss becky?" me: "yes i do, very much." sis: "why? shes following us!" 2: i walked to the graveyard to visit my dead sister, i visit her once a week when i got there i saw my step-sister at my sisters grave "what are you doing?" i asked. claire said, trying to connect to my true body.