The pure honesty and naivety of a child are often endearing. However, truthfulness and candor have a dark side, and coming from an innocent mind can make them all the more eerie.
Recently, someone on Reddit asked: “What’s the creepiest thing you have ever heard a child say?” The answers were shocking at best, as these kids spoke about past lives, “basement people,” paranormal apparitions, and death premonitions.
If you’re a fan of chilling stories, this one’s for you. Prepare yourself for a few moments of goosebumps as you scroll through.
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My half brother has a very particular name, his father had an older brother who died at a very young age with the same name, (my brother was named after him) when my brother was 3-4yo he looked straight into his dad eyes and said “daddy do you remember when I was older than you and we played together, then I fall asleep and now I’m younger”.
My little sister used to say “Sometimes at night a man comes into my room and tries to eat me” she would wake up in cold sweats and sleep in my room almost every night. it got so bad we had to take her to a therapist. turns out our step dad used to come in her room at night and touch her. im not sure if this counts as creepy but it was scary to me. she’s currently in trauma therapy and my stepfather is no longer in the picture.
My niece was talking to her imaginary friends in the back of the car. She said it was a boy and girl about her age and they were brother and sister. Then as we came near the end of a road she said this is thier home, can we drop them off here? Myself and my sister were laughing about it until we reached the end of the road and it was a cemetery. She gave a little wave and said goodbye as we passed.
"I'm not scared of the thing under my bed. The thing under the bed is my friend."
On further questioning, the thing under his bed was our border collie, who sometimes naps there.
He was right, the "thing" under his bed is his friend, and a good doggo
My four year old daughter says that before she was born she was a ghost, and when she was a ghost she would spy on us because she couldn’t wait to be alive and living with us.
Once my son looked at me and said "oh you're having a baby!" I had just found out I was expecting and hadn't told anyone. I asked him why he said that, and he just shrugged and said "just a feeling".
I miscarried less than a week later and he looked at me randomly and said "oh, no more baby".
The pregnancy, miscarriage etc had never been discussed around or to him. It was so strange.
Unsure if this counts, but here we go haha. When I was 4 I had an imaginary friend, his name was Billy. Sometimes his friend was with him, her name was Lady. Billy went with me everywhere, he had a spot at the table, he was on the swing next to me at the park, slept on the top bunk etc. I was really afraid of milk tankers and would shake and cry whenever I saw one. When I saw an ambulance Id say "Mum Billy died in there" Anyway we moved to a small town to be closer to my grandparents and Mum started doing ancestry, she found an uncle named Billy who died in an ambulance after colliding with a milk tanker. His wife was with him, cant remember her name but her nickname was Lady. Also 2 of their 3 kids were in the car, unfortunately no-one survived. Turns out the small town we just moved to was the town it happened just out of and they died about 15 years before I was born.
When my niece was about 3 she told her mum that she liked her much better than her other mummy because her other mummy was mean... "and one day she held my head under the water for too long..."
Same niece, aged around 6, told me that her creepily named dolls were made of blood and bones and mud but watch out! Don't let them touch you! Because they'll turn you into a doll! I turn away from the dolls and she says to something behind me, "No Ethel, I told you, do not touch her!"
She's the best.
My second daughter always insisted she had an “imaginary friend”. I would hear her genuinely having full conversations. She told me one day as we’re standing in the kitchen that her “friend” was upstairs in her bedroom. Immediately heard small footsteps in the bedroom above us. She said “see?” No one else was home.
We were at a family gathering and my then 4 year old daughter did not want to leave. She kept repeating, “but it’s the last time we will all be together!” (as we had to literally football carry her out while wrangling our other kids).
We were at a beloved Aunts home, who suddenly passed two weeks later. It was indeed the last time we were “all” together. What I wouldn’t give to have listened to my daughter in that moment and stayed longer at my Aunt’s house.
My two year old saw me organizing my basketball cards. He tottered over and said “when I was big, I used to buy those for you.”
My dad bought me those cards, 25 years ago, shortly before he passed away.
I sometimes think my daughter might be my grandmother. Nothing she has said just the things she likes and mannerisms she has.
Not sure if this counts but when I was 8 I had a new babysitter ( she was a teenager ) and right after my parents left she asked me in this pleasant tone “Alright Unicorn_puppy, where’s the stuff your daddy drinks before he hits your mommy?”
I come from a stable household with two parents that had a good marriage I was confused and said “I don’t know! My dad doesn’t hit my mom” and she fell kinda silent, the rest of the night till my parents got back she was awkwardly quiet and I never saw her again. It’s only recently I remembered this and the realization of what was going on in her life came to me, I feel bad that I took my stable childhood and having two loving parents in my life for granted.
"I'm starting to forget the names of the people who live in my head"
No context. Right in the middle of clean-up time.
My brother's friend was a teacher in a very rural Australian school and her class were all indigenous kids ( Aboriginal). When the lunch Bell rang the kids would fight to go play on the oval. One day the lunch bell went off and all the kids just sat there. She asked " aren't you going out on the oval to play"? One of the kids replied" no miss the tall men are there" she looked and didn't see anything and said so. One of the other kids said " she can't see them, she's a white fella". And they wouldn't go outside.
We had just moved into an old farm house when one night my 3 year old at the time pointed at the glass door and asked why the "other mummy" was there. I looked and couldn't see anything and asked what she looked like?
my 3 year old proceeded to explain that the other mummy was dirty and muddy and had blue lips and blonde hair.
I kind of froze because we were home alone together. I was like, "Oh okay, that's interesting," and he says "yes she lives under the ground. She said she had a good boy like me once, "
It made my stomach drop, and I took him to my room and locked the door, haha.
A 6 year old I worked with (about 6 months ago) said “it’s Corrie! Hi Corrie!” To an empty corner. Corrie is my grandmas name. She died in 2020. I pulled up a picture of her and asked who it was and he said “her name is Corrie”.
"Go back to sleep, there isn't anything under your bed".
"Hes behind you now".
Still haven't gotten over that one and shiver at the memory.
Oh now that would definitely get to me. Never ever tell me that something is behind me, that has been my fear since I was a child. I remember I always had to have my back against the wall or face a mirror just to be sure that nothing could be behind me. I had to shower with my back close to the wall as well. All that just because I always felt something behind me, like a presence. To calm me down my mum told me that it was probably my father (who died when I was 2) who wanted to stay with me to watch over me. I think that helped a little, I don't quite remember when the fear faded. I still hate the feeling of something or having an open space behind me though.
'I don't like it here, Mommy...I want to go back to the planet I came from.' (my 3 yr old says to me, with a big sigh).
My nephew while chatting to my Grandmother about Christmas, pipes up 'you'll be dead then', when she was talking about Christmas.
She died on 20th December. She wasn't even sick at the time!
He was three at the time and doesn't remember saying it.
My niece had never met my Dad, her Grandad, as he had passed away the year before she was born.
When she was 3 years old, she pointed at the corner that his walking stick used to sit in, waved and said 'Hiya Grandad' with the biggest smile on her face.
It was the creepiest and sweetest thing I had ever seen!
I guess he wanted to meet his grand daughter for one last time
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.
My cousin's youngest was around 5 hanging out with me one Thanksgiving awhile back. He was drawing with crayons, and I asked him if he could draw me his favorite animal.
Kiddo looked at me and thought for a sec, then just started drawing giant black circles on the paper. Like "The Ring"-style circles. I was surprised and said "Wow! Uh, what kind of animal is that?"
This kid looks at me and non-chalantly says "The dark of nowhere."
I kind of stumbled because I wasn't sure what to say to that, and while I stuttered, his older brother (7) helpfully jumped in: "Oh, don't worry, the dark of nowhere is just like, a man, who's like a shadow." VERY COOL, THANKS BUD, THAT HELPS A LOT.
I realize this sounds contrived and made up, but it happened exactly this way. It will probably make more sense when I explain that their mother is a horror movie FANATIC and the kids have been exposed to creepy stuff since birth, so this wasn't actually that surprising, just caught me off guard.
I lived in my parents house with my daughter until she was about three. their house is so f*****g haunted and whatever haunted it started focusing all of it's energy on my daughter.
one night she was in her room sleeping and I was in mine laying in bed dozing off.
I hear her talking through the baby monitor and I sit and listen for a minute trying to hear what she was saying. then all of a sudden all I could hear through the baby monitor was static so I jump up and run into her room to check on her.
she's standing up in her crib pointing at the ceiling. I ask her who she was talking to?
she says
"he gone now."
nope nope nope.
then when we lived in another house that our great aunt had died in like.....5 months prior.
I couldn't find my keys and I asked her if she had seen them. she said yes. I said oh great can I have them? she says "he told me not to tell you." I ask her who he is? she said "the upside down man. he doesn't like you" and never would elaborate.
I would always hear her talking to "someone" in her room and it always freaked me out lol. especially when she was itty bitty. like having full fledged conversations with someone.
"I used to be a policeman, but then I died. I was trying to stop a burglary and the burglars were really rough with me. They were really rough with me, and then I died."
This was a four year old I used to babysit.
My little cousin, at about three years old, looked at us all at the family gathering and said, “you know, I went down with the ship.” Then he switched back to three year old English and started playing.
My son tells me stories of "scary uncle Michael" in his bedroom at night. He says he's a grey man that looks like his uncle and he climbs on walls and calls out to him and one night he tried to eat him.
Yep, nightmare fuel.
I told my mother when I was about 3 that I didn't like the lady in the basement, or that she kept trying to make me "put my hand in the wall." She asked what lady and I said from the picture and took her to the basement. Hidden away in a closet were a bunch of old photos and a weird, painted portrait, really old fashioned.
The woman was the previous owner of the house, which was not owned by her brother, our landlord. She had died in the basement while trying to do laundry, as she was advanced in age and stubborn about getting help in spite of her bad health. The portrait was apparently some family tradition, the brother had one, too, and so did his parents. A lot of her things were still in the house we were renting.
After we found the portrait, I took her to a wall and told her the hole was there. My mom moved some boxes out of the way and, sure enough, there was a hole about the size of a child's fist on the ground being covered. I still remember showing her the hole, vaguely. I also remember seeing the woman wandering around down there, in a sort of dreamlike memory kind of way. Super tiny woman, face kind of obscured by wrinkles in a way that is hard to explain because in retrospect it didn't look natural but to a kid, she just had a weird face. And wearing a white nightgown with little flowers on it.
Anyway, my mom had always been creeped out by the basement, but I played down there. I wasn't allowed to play down there anymore.
Growing up, I remembered the lady and the hole, but nothing else. And she never discussed it again. We lived there the rest of the year, then moved as soon as we could (my dad didn't believe in any of it). But it wasn't until I brought up the old lady when we were talking about the house, at 16, that my mom filled in the blanks. Which was crazy to me, because in my mind I thought the old lady who owned the house would just come over in her nightgown, and that she was just kind of a b***h about the wall hole.
She really, really wanted me to reach in there.
“Mommy can we sleep with the tv on? I don’t want the big people to watch us sleep again”, the night before I had a terrible nightmare that aliens were watching us sleep. It was almost like an out of body experience because I could see us in bed and my bedroom exactly how I left it that night. At first I didn’t think anything of it, until she said that and then I realized maybe it wasn’t a dream. She was only 2 at the time.
Meh, if she said it the night before said dream, it seems plausible her statement could've influenced the nightmare? Stuff from my day-to-day ends up in my dreams all the time :p
My daughter (at the time around 3) was in bed. She giggled, then asked if I had tickled her feet.
No. No I hadn't.
i'm from Indonesia, and as an Indonesian, we had a tradition, every month in the first weekend, we use to visit our father's grave, just to pray for him, but my niece she was just 4, asking why we always gone to her grand dad grave every month, she ask her mommy (which is my sister) "mommy why we always visit grand dad's grave?" her mommy replied "we have to pray for him, dear" but my niece replied with smile " we dont have to come here every month, grand dad is always at home sitting in his chair reading his book every day, and always smiling at me while im siiting in his lap and sometime row his finger though my hair." and i remembered, i often seeing her sit in my dad's chair. p.s. : sorry for the bad english, :)
My niece used to talk to my mom (and only my mom) about "when you was a little kid and I was a grown-up" and all the stuff she would do at that time, like reading to my mom or making food for her. She's five now and hasn't really mentioned it in over a year.
Great now I'm freaked out. On a treadmill and keep falling off trying to look behind me.
I took my then 3yo to look at the blood moon in 2016. She looked at it, then looked at me and says: That means we're all going to die, Mommy. We're all still here, but later that year, DJT was elected as POTUS. Make of that what you will.
i'm from Indonesia, and as an Indonesian, we had a tradition, every month in the first weekend, we use to visit our father's grave, just to pray for him, but my niece she was just 4, asking why we always gone to her grand dad grave every month, she ask her mommy (which is my sister) "mommy why we always visit grand dad's grave?" her mommy replied "we have to pray for him, dear" but my niece replied with smile " we dont have to come here every month, grand dad is always at home sitting in his chair reading his book every day, and always smiling at me while im siiting in his lap and sometime row his finger though my hair." and i remembered, i often seeing her sit in my dad's chair. p.s. : sorry for the bad english, :)
My niece used to talk to my mom (and only my mom) about "when you was a little kid and I was a grown-up" and all the stuff she would do at that time, like reading to my mom or making food for her. She's five now and hasn't really mentioned it in over a year.
Great now I'm freaked out. On a treadmill and keep falling off trying to look behind me.
I took my then 3yo to look at the blood moon in 2016. She looked at it, then looked at me and says: That means we're all going to die, Mommy. We're all still here, but later that year, DJT was elected as POTUS. Make of that what you will.