52 Times Harmless Kids Creeped The Hell Out Of Adults

When my little brother was four (he's six now) he came up to me after dinner and asked "What's her name?" I was confused of course and asked "Who?" To which he replied "The girl with the hole in her face." When I questioned him some more he told me that she "lives in the playroom". To make matters worse, for the past two years weird things have been happening in our house. Things have flown off the counter, my dogs bark at nothing, and my other brother has been having nightmares. Every night I leave the playroom door closed and in the morning it's always open. Help?

My 6 year old is a typical well adjusted child, but every once in awhile he comes up with the most random and disturbing stuff.

Today, I'm playing legos with my son. He was explaining how he's the king and I'm the second in command knight when he stopped, looked at me and said,

Mommy I would never drink your blood. I only drink from deceased people.

Um. Ok.

My daughter trying to creep into our bedroom.

As a child, I frequently suffered from awful nightmares. Id dream almost nightly of a young being hurt, or just straight up passing away in some way. It lead to my mother keeping her door unlocked at night so I could crawl into bed with her instead of waking her up. It would drive me to hysterics. It was the same girl every night. I could only make out that she was young, blonde and always the same every time. She felt really familiar but I figured it was because she was the same girl from all my nightmares.

At one point, they stopped. It was a few weeks after this that my cousin stayed the night as my aunt was going out of town. She had alot of medical issues but they were managed by medication. That same night I had another nightmare, a repeat of what had already happened. I woke up to my cousin sitting in the corner of my room, soaked and crying, begging for me to go get my mother. (I later realized this was sleep paralysis.)

As I went to go wake up my mom, I found my actual cousin on the living room floor having a violent seizure. If I hadn't woken up that night, she would have passed away. She had fallen on our hardwood and got head injuries from the banging. It was fixable, but wouldn't have been if I hadn't caught her then. It was in the hospital I noticed my cousin looked similar to the girl I always dreamed about. I can't pin point if it really was her in my dreams (the dreams were always very blurry) but I didn't have one again.

Personally I believe some angel/ghost gave me a premonition that saved her life.

Teacher here. I was peeling an orange with an orange peeler for one of my students. He looked at me and asked, "can that peel someone's skin off?" He's a 1st grader. I can't use my orange peeler now without thinking about it.

My four year old son started to talk about an imaginary friend named 'Bobo' when he was about three and a half. He would say thing about what Bobo tells him or where he saw Bobo playing. So I asked him what Bobo looks like and he said, "Just. Like. Me. But with black hair" (My son is blonde)

Bobo started to become a more frequent topic. He would say things like, "Bobo is at the door! Let him in!" To which my husband opened the door and said, "Oh come in Bobo!" Haha we all laugh.

Recently about two months ago my son told me Bobo looks different. He has alligator teeth and skin. He keeps talking about the things Bobo does and will say, "Bobo is at the door!" Then one day he goes, "Bobo has a friend!" I asked him what Bobo's name was and he says, "His name is Bobo too!"

We also moved recently and for the first two weeks or so he would say "The Bobos don't know where I live!!" Now this week he stopped mid play and goes, "Do you hear that?! I need to get the door. The Bobos are here!" He runs to the door and opens it then counts to sixteen and then says "Wow!! SIXTEEN BOBOS".

Now he is making a picture with glitter glue for his 'friends'.

Why do they have to have such a creepy name?!

My daughter was about 5, calmly playing with legos when she looked up and asked me, very quietly, "Is it time to eat each other yet? If it is, I choose you."

I was in a room with my young cousin and he kept pointing at the closet door and I said "What are you looking at?" and he said "The man with the long fingers is looking at me and pointing."

Me and my 3 year old son were watching TV earlier today. A commercial came on for that "6 Marks" movie that's coming out about a kid who makes duplicates of himself. I like to ask my son goofy questions sometimes... it feels like it gives him a chance to use his imagination and think creatively.

So I turned and asked, "What would you do if you had 6 of you?"

He looked at me and matter-of-factly said, "I'd put them in the oven." It totally took me by surprise... i figured he'd say play basketball or ninja turtles or something. So I just kind of sat there and looked at him, which must have made him think he had to explain to me why, so he said,

"I'd turn up the heat really high. That would melt them, wouldn't it Daddy? That would make them all go away."

So I just said, "Uh... yeah, it would." And that was the end of the conversation.

My grandpa [passed away] when my dad was 16 so we've never met him and my didn't have pictures of him or at least none that we saw. I told my dad once that grandpa came to visit me in my dreams and he took me for a drive in an old truck to get root beer floats with my dads cousin who passed away young, one time we drove by a mechanic shop and I pointed to an old truck and exclaimed "that's what grandpa drives me in." It was almost the exact truck my grandpa drove. Then one day my grandma came over with pictures of my grandpa in his army uniform and without anyone telling first I pointed to it and told them "That's grandpa he wears that outfit when he visits me." To say it shook them up would be an understatement.

Fast forward 25 years and my 4 year old niece as my sister was driving by the cemetery my grandpa is buried in told my sister "Hey mommy your grandpa says he wants purple flowers." When my sister put that on Facebook my aunts told her that purple was his favorite color. My niece didn't know anything about my grandpa.

My friend's daughter cut her braids and left them on her mom's bed like this.

My little brother drew himself back in third grade as part of a school project. Thankfully, it's not very accurate.

Okay so I hope I’m posting in the right place but I’m honestly really creeped out. We have a family pup. His name is Houndoom and he’s over a year and a half old. Houndoom is a Doberman. Sweetest most playful little guy you’ll ever know. Loves people - young and old. He’s a great guard dog. His bed is in the kitchen next to the window and we have a baby gate up to make sure he stays there when guests come in. He always barks when he sees strangers but once we let him know they’re family or friends, he turns into a big baby. Now that I’ve informed you about my dog...

I have an 8 year old daughter. We’ll call her Maddy. She’s the normal 8 year old kid. Really nice. Loves stuffed animals. Never seen a scary movie before. Innocent. She has a best friend (we’ll name her Sarah) that’s the same age and they go to the same school. Her parents reached out to us on setting up play dates so they can hang out outside of learning time and we’re cool with it. Sarah has been to our house a couple of times.

The first time she came over, Houndoom went ballistic. Now, like I said earlier, when it comes to strangers? He’s barking like crazy. That is until we let him know they’re good people. Well, whenever she came inside, he almost broke the gate down. I’ve never seen him this out of control before. My husband and I were trying to calm him down and Sarah just stood there staring at him. She had a little smirk on her face. After trying to get Houndoom to relax, I gave up and told the girls to go upstairs. It was weird but I brushed it off like “he probably smells another dog on her.. whatever.” The next few times Sarah came over to play with Maddy, it looked like he wanted to attack her. The thing that freaked me out, happened Saturday.

Sarah and her mom walked up to my house and my dog immediately went crazy. He even started growling! Which never happens. Her mom doesn’t talk much. Which I always thought was weird but I don’t dwell on it. This time I wanted Sarah to pet him. I know, I’m crazy. I just figured he needed to get close enough to smell her and calm down. I asked Sarah to come close.. she was looking at him in a very weird way. Almost like she was teasing him. Kind of like she knew why he was so livid. She brought her hand closer to him as we were petting him and calming him down and at that moment he growled and tried to bite the hell out of her. He didn’t because I moved her hand away. After I did that, he went right back to barking like he wanted to end her. I told them to go back upstairs and I turned to my husband like “uhhhh does that not strike you as odd????” The way my dog was looking at her and barking at her made me feel so ugly. It’s like he sensed something from her. My dog is normal. He hasn’t acted that way since she’s been gone. He’s perfectly fine with other strangers that we introduce to him. I always feel weird when Maddy has Sarah over.

Just three nights ago my nine year old son and I were discussing things in the kitchen. When I said 'we will ask mommy when she gets home' he relied with 'if she's not here, who's upstairs?'. We were alone in the house. Gave me a heck of a chill.

So my niece was watching cartoons in my room last night when she suddenly looks to the window and says "oh the funny man is trying to get in," she's 3, and there was no one there.

So I asked who, and her response was "the funny man with the mask."

We were driving along, and a song about demons was on. My son started talking about demons like they were as common as squirrels. I told him they weren't real and he didn't have to worry about them. "They're real, Mom. They keep trying to get inside me at night."

Now I'm scared.

I used to be a Pre-K teacher. There was one little girl (4 years) in the class who was normally very well behaved, but had been extremely over-emotional lately. Her mom told me she hadn't been sleeping well but couldn't figure out why (her daughter wouldn't tell her). Later that day, I asked her why she hadn't been sleeping, to see if I could help her mom out a little. She said, "Well, he won't stop talking to me." I asked, "who?" She said "PopPop. Well... he's not really my PopPop, he's my brother's PopPop. He talks to me every night." Later, I informed her mother, thinking that maybe her grandfather lived with them and she could hear him talking after her bedtime. Her mom just looked at me wide-eyed and said, "Her PopPop passed away before she was born."

My 4 year old cousin said it was the girl sang to her at sleep I asked "what is about her neck?" She said "Oh she has a snake neck" I'm never sleeping again.

Okay so me and my little cousin was playing on a bed and sliding on it one at a time when she quickly lifted her head and hit it on my desk HARD. Without crying she looked at me with the most serious straight-faced expression and said"Now it's your turn..." I then looked at my sister that had the most horrendous look of shock and then we both laughed hysterically while my cousin kept looking at us seriously.

A few years back, when my son 4 and my daughter 2, my son went through a phase where he'd claim his "great great grandfather" would come to visit him. Not wanting to encourage or feed into it because it sort of creeped me out, I'd usually just listen and say okay, brush it off.

Finally one day, I asked a few questions. I asked my son what his name was, and he told me, "he doesn't want you to know his name." Okay. So I asked what he looks like, and get "He's tall, almost to the ceiling, because he floats. And he talks, but not with his mouth".

That night, we're all the three in the living room and he brings him up again. Almost exasperated, trying not to be freaked the hell out, I ask, "Okay, well where is he now?". Both kids simultaneously focus on one point on the ceiling way across the room, proceed to follow it with their eyes until they finally land right next to me on the couch and my son tells me, "he's right next to you, Mommy."

Fast forward aboout 6 months, and we're eating dinner, just the three of us, and my back is to our open laundry room door. My daughter is sitting across from me eating, but she keeps looking over my shoulder, so I ask her what she was looking at. She tells me, "there's a man in there". I turn, look, say, "baby, there's no one in there, it's okay. Eat your food." She says okay, goes back to eating, looks back up, covers her eyes, peeks through, and tells me, "but I see him."

"Great great grandfather" stopped coming around shortly after, and neither kid has any recollection now. Wish I could say the same!