Every parent is proud of their child, and every child is happy to be there with their parents. Sometimes, that happiness doesn’t translate in the best way; children lack experience, or understanding for what is what. So parents must face their most peculiar reactions, yet at times those reactions are more than peculiar: they’re bone-chilling. They say children are more sensitive to things adults are unable to explain, and these examples prove just that. Read at your own risk! When I was about three, we had a cat that had still born kittens.
Because I was very young, and as a consequence, very impressionable, I asked my father if we could make crosses for them. I was just being introduced to our church, so I knew a thing or two about how to honor them. He actually did help me make them! As he was working on them, I asked: Me: "Aren't those too small?", Dad: "What do you mean?" Me, very seriously: "Aren't we going to nail them to them?" Several moments of silence pass, and I figure something might be wrong. Dad: "We're not going to do that." Me: "Oh." Tom_Zarek
One night, I was tucking in my two-year-old. He said "Goodbye dad." I found it pretty funny at first, since he was still learning the meaning of words and when to use them. I said in the most carefree tone. "No, that’s not it.
We say good night silly." His answer made me sick to my stomach. "I know. But this time it's goodbye." I had to check on him a few times to make sure he was still there. UnfortunateBirthMark
I’m checking on my toddler. He is a light sleeper, so I’m used to going back to his bedroom a couple times per night. As usual, I found him standing on his bed. Only this time he looked really, really scared. He was pale and his eyes were bloodshot, showing he hadn’t closed his eyes once. He kept raving about something being under his bed, so I checked.
Nothing. "Go back to sleep, there isn't anything under your bed". He says, "He's behind you now". Still haven't gotten over that one and shiver at the memory. [deleted]
My wife had just given birth, and we have another daughter who’s 3 years old. Because my wife was extremely tired, I was on toddler duty. There I was folding laundry in my newborn’s room.
My 3 year old daughter stood next to her newborn brother and just looked at him for a while. Nothing unusual. But then, she turned and looked at me and said, "Daddy, it's a monster..we should bury it."
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I was sound asleep, and at around 6am I was woken up by my 4 year old daughter's face inches 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
Around four or five months ago, at like 3:00am I was awoken by a very weird growling sound. Disoriented and in the dark I started to come to and for the life of me couldn't figure out what the sound was. I had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room which added to my confusion. I was thinking maybe the cat had caught something, but really had no idea. As my vision started to come around, this three foot grotesque looking shadow thing started to appear a few feet in front of me. Just standing there growling. Creepy.
Even though in reality it only took me a few seconds to figure out what was going on, I imagine my appearance would have been that of someone who was visibly shaken. It was my son. My three year old son had snuck out of bed at three in the morning, found his hulk mask in the dark, and decided to go find daddy to play superheroes. I guess his idea of playing was to do a hulk growl two feet from my sleeping face until I woke up in a panic. He ended up doing the same thing to my wife a few weeks later which, to me, was way more hilarious. Catch22milo
My toddler went through a phase where she would just constantly say 'hi' to things. "Hi hi hi hi hi hi". On and on. One day, it came out sounding more like "Die die die die die".
It made no sense, because she could talk very well by that point. Thinking I was hearing things, I turned to look at her. "What's that you're saying?" And she turns to face me and just whispers. "Diiiieeeeeee......." PookiePi
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 kick balls goes 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 down the stairs" I went down and there was nobody down there and it was the only way in. I asked some of the other kids if they had seen the man before and they said "Yes, but sister told us not to talk to him". I asked them to describe "sister" and they described a nun and there haven't been any nuns at the school in 40 years. Geoffeaton
This happened when I was a kid. I remember yelling, "Mommy look what I learned!" before I inserted my tongue into my mom’s mouth during the good night kiss. It doesn’t stop here. I was so enthusiastic that I went on about my achievement.
"I learned it from a movie! It means you love someone!" My mom calmly got up without saying a word and left me alone. I still cringe pretty hard whenever I remember doing that. [deleted]
When I was coming out of anesthesia, I had a really dry mouth. I told my mom "My lips are dry", and she said "Would you like a sip of water?" I didn't feel up to swallowing anything, or holding a cup, so I just said "No, can you lick them for me?" I was in high school.
Double-cringe. [deleted]
I went to check on my daughter one evening. It was about bedtime, so I expected to find her sleeping. Instead, she was weeping. So I asked, “Why are you crying?”. "Bad man".
“What bad man?” She points behind me at a dark corner in the room. "There." The lamp on the bookshelf next to said darkened corner falls off as soon as I turn to look. She slept in our bed that night. [deleted]
When I was a kid "Mr. Rand" used to come into my room 4 or 5 times a week. He'd talk to me and tell me about 'stuff' and how he was killed in WW2. See Ol' mate Rand was a figment of my 4 year old imagination. Anyway, one day when I was 9 or so Mr. Rand stopped showing up.
Fast forward to about 3 years ago and my son, who is about 5 at the time, walks out of his room one night at about 11:30and says there's a man in his room. I flip out and run in his room to find nobody to which he then says "Mr. Rand said you can't see him anymore, but he's ok!". The kids got his own imaginary mate called Mr. Rand, but they only chat once or twice a year. [deleted]
My niece was sitting on the couch with a weird look on her face. Her mom asked her what she was thinking about, and she said, "I'm imagining the waves of blood rushing over me." Turned out they had been at a local science museum with an exhibit on the circulatory system.
One of the features was a walk among some giant fake blood vessels, and she was remembering that. Hrhomer
So a friend of mine was six years old when she told her mother that "The lady who used to live here told me that she hates the wallpaper" and that "You are covering her note". My friend's mom just thought it was make believe rambling and forgot about it. Well, twelve years later when the mom is redecorating and taking down the wallpaper in the attic, she finds a suicide note scratched into the wall.
The mom freaks out and calls my friend and starts crying asking if she remembered anything more about the women who spoke to her. My friend starts to recall the woman and starts to freak out saying she only remembered talking to her in the attic. DWM88
I work in a preschool. Creepy stuff gets said and done all the time. The one that sticks out to me happened last year. There is a small kitchenette area in our classroom that the kids use during free time for playing house or whatever pretend games they think up. There was one little girl that I was keeping a close eye on, mostly because of how withdrawn from the other kids she was.
I noticed she was playing with a babydoll in the kitchenette, rocking it back and forth and singing to it. She then took the baby, shoved it into the play oven and slammed the door shut. She turned around, looked straight at me, and said, "Sometimes bad babies go in timeout" in the creepiest little girl voice I've ever heard before smiling and running off. That one kind of shook me. Maryamorevna
When I was young, like maybe two years old, my grandma was in the hospital, dying of cancer. Obviously I had no idea what was going on, but apparently one day when my mother and aunt were watching me, I suddenly looked at them and said "Only one Grandma." They kept trying to convince me otherwise, that no, I had two grandmas, but I kept repeating that line over and over. Then the phone rang.
It was my uncle calling to tell my mother that my grandma had passed a few minutes ago. Kotacub
I don't have kids, but once, visiting some friends on a farm, my buddy's youngest girl (5 or 6) at the time, was afraid of the chickens. I tried to explain to her that the chickens weren't there to hurt us but she wasn't having it. So I'm sitting around the fire pit, looking at one of the chickens a few feet in front of me when I feel hot breath in my ear as she whispers: "See.
He's always watching." Horrific and hysterical all at once. Jonuggs
When my 2.5 year old and her friend were hanging out, the topic of T-Rex and other dinos came up. I asked her friend: "If you were a T-Rex, what would you do for fun? " He answered: I'd chase herbivores!
I then asked my daughter this question: "If you were a T-Rex, what would you eat? " She got very serious and looked me right in the eyes and said: "Children. I'd eat children" Bonkus
While not something my own child has said, my younger cousin (around 5 at the time) once drew a picture of a black monster, looked up at me, and said "He told me to draw this. He's coming for you.
You better hide." Nilliak
When I was about 4, I would remember talking to "Mr.Peterson'' whenever I was at my grandmother's house. He looked like a hobo from the great depression and had a guitar and sang me old timey blues. He told me that he died when he fell off a train he was riding whilst drunk on moonshine. I stopped seeing him when I was about 6.
Anyway, 6 months ago I found my dad's old acoustic guitar and started playing, and my little cousin told me "Mr.Peterson is proud of you!" And left. I don't know what to think. [deleted]