52 Times Harmless Kids Creeped The Hell Out Of Adults

I have a 2 year old girl who is always happy and full of life. She has always had such a huge, positive personality. Since birth she's slept all night and has been the most easy going child I've ever experienced. She's always been brave and has recently broken into that stage of life where she's trying to assert her independence. However, a few days ago EVERYTHING changed.

My daughter absolutely will not step into any room other than the living room and even then she just runs and hops straight up onto the couch. We have a large sectional couch and she's been scaling the couch and hoarding all of her toys on it because she refuses to get down. The only way she will enter another room is by being carried and if we try to place her down she holds on for dear life, cries and screams at the top of her lungs. You can tell she is truly terrified down to her core. I have even attempted sitting down on the floor with my legs stretched out flat with her on my lap. She'll sit on my thigh but keep her legs stretched straight out to where her feet won't touch the floor and she just clings and trembles. She's constantly scanning the floors and the ceiling. I've tried bribing her with her favorite treats and drinks but she's absolutely not interested. You can tell that she sees something or that she's experienced something that has genuinely scared her worse than anything else. It's been 4 days now of her glued to my couch with zero interest of going anywhere else unless she's carried. I get a deep chill and uneasy feeling every time she freaks out and it's heartbreaking because I don't know how to comfort her or make her feel protected. What's worse is I'm not even sure about what I am protecting her from?!

A few nights ago as I was getting my 2 and a half year old ready for bed, she started saying strange things. It started with her talking about her other daddy/ or sometimes her old dad. I kinda played along for a minute but that's when it got creepy. She kept saying she was a bad baby. We told her, no you're a good girl. Then she said, "No I'm bad, bad babies start fires." That was when I stopped playing along as I actually had a house burn down when I was a teenager. So I dont play when it comes to fire.

I was really just wondering if anybody else has had a child say something like this, and what would the proper response be? We just told her shes not a bad girl, that she is actually a very good girl and very smart, and fires are very dangerous and could hurt people, also that she only has one dad and that's me. She hasn't said anything else like this since.

When I was a Pre-K teacher, I heard some pretty imaginative and strange things. I think the strangest was this:

A little boy in my class had built something out of legos. He was very proud of it and excited to show me. "Oh, that's awesome!" I said. "Can you tell me what it is?" 5 Year Old Boy: "It's a tower. There's a girl inside. And there's no light, and there's no air..." He trailed off as he looked up at me grinning...

A little background: I do not have a relationship with my dad or his side of the family - never have since I was born...but I do know his father had passed away before I was born. My mom and dad actually met at his funeral.

My husband woke up one morning and said he had a dream that my grandfather had visited him in his dream but it wasnt my moms dad, it was someone he had never seen but he could tell that the man was definitely my grandfather and he was there to make sure I was ok and being taken care of. I thought was an odd dream. So later on my then 2yo daughter comes to me and says, "Mommy, where Jim go?" I didn't think anything of it.. must be a cartoon.

So I'm on the phone with my mom telling her about my husbands dream, and my mom says, "Your dad isnt the greatest guy, but your granddaddy Jim was a wonderful man. He wouldve loved you so much."

I about FELL OUT.

So my 3 year old has said some weird stuff since we moved away from our home town, but I'm pretty sure our old house was haunted.. She'd talk to people that weren't there, but only in her closet.. She refused to sleep in her own bed, but now she's comfortable in her own room. We moved out of that house a few days ago, and our first night in the new house she asks me "where are my ghost friends?" I asked who her friends were and she responds "bella and the man."

Now let me tell you this, "bella" is apparently the girl that passed away in her room, according to my daughter anyway. The man only comes out at night, and he' was only in her closet. I used to be scared of going down stairs in the dark in that house, but I'm perfectly comfortable doing it in the new house.

Last night, my kiddo, who will be 4 in April, pointed to a small cut on her shin and said, "It looks like meat inside! Meat is tasty!"

Last night, as I was reading to my daughter, who is almost 5, she said, "Mommy, I think you have a ghost crawling on you."


I screamed, internally, smiled at her, and kept reading the story.


Later on, I was thinking about it, and I remembered, I did have a miscarriage before I had her. Can't decide if I'm sad, horrified, or both.

I am a teacher, I teach special education preschool. My students all have speech and language delays, so when I get words out of them it's exciting. Back story: my grandmother passed away last November right before Thanksgiving. After Thanksgiving break I was working with a student at a desk and he looks behind me and asks "Who?" I look and there is no one behind us, just a bulletin board with animals. I start to point out the animals and their names and he just says "no, lady." Again, there is NO ONE there, the rest of the class is at different centers. I tell him I don't know who it is. Then, I decide to takeout my phone and show him some pictures. None of my students know my family or the fact that my grandmother passed away. They are 3 and 4 years old. I show him a picture from a family function that had my mom, sister-in law, uncle, brother, and grandmother. He looks at the picture and says "her", he pointed directly to my grandmother. No prompting, just all on his own. I feel like she was checking on me, she was also a teacher. It was comforting but slightly scary as well.

I live a short distance away from my cousin who has many children so i tend to babysit a lot. Her second youngest is around 5 right now and he hasn't been saying strange stuff for a while but he used to be a pretty regular source of the creeps in the family.

He used to talk to his grandpa a lot. His grandfather was loved by many and often talked about but never referred to as grandpa, always as pops or by his name. Pops passed away half a year after he was born and he never even saw him. He first mentioned grandpa (as grandpa, not as pops, not by his actual name) when he was around 3 after playing in the barn. He described him pretty accurately and after a few instances of this his mom asked him to say who he was really talking to he answered oh so casually with "i was talking to grandpa, to pops" . Eventually he said that grandpa left and he hasn't talked about him since. He has also talked about a little girl that he plays with but her identity is a mystery.

Ever since he was a baby he has been staring intently at emptiness like someone was there but that's not unusual for babies i guess. It seemed like he did it more than usual though. One late night we were in the kitchen with her mom, she and i were chatting about everyday stuff when he asked us who is under the table. There was no-one and the cats were all outside. We didn't think much of it at first but then he looked real close and said "what is he doing under there" and just went on his merry way. There have been some other mildly creepy happenings around the house but none concerning him that i can think of.

The more I look at it... 😦😧😮😯😲😳🥺

My 2 year old brought this to my wife saying she ate it's face.

This is actually a story about when I was a child. I can remember very vividly the first day I remember being conscious and alive. I was 3. I just woke up one day. No memory of my past. No memory of who I was or why I was there. Yet I somehow knew how to talk, walk, who my family members where, and that I was at home. My Aunt(The woman who raised me) came in to get me out of bed. I looked up at her. I called her Mommy (didn't know she was my aunt until I was a teen). Then I said "today is the day I woke up, and am now alive again".