People Share The Creepiest 40 Things Their Kids Said, And It Can Freak You Out

My 7 year old told me that his old family died in a fire with him and now he has a new family (ours). He told me the names of his siblings and what his parents looked like. What house looked like. When he died. So much detail. I wrote it all down as he talked and after he went to bed, I looked it up. Everything he said matched this one old news story. everything he said fit. This news story I never even heard before and it was about a year and a half before he was ever conceived.

Kid's friend hit a bubble and it split into two bubbles. She said it gave birth and was romantic. Then she pooped them and said "murder is more romantic"

I went into my six year old's bedroom to check on him. I opened the door and looked at him in his bed. He was lying still and didn't look normal. Alarmed, I rushed to him. He was not moving. Not breathing. Would not respond to vocal commands. I shook him, and he just flopped. In a panic, and starting to cry, I started preparing for CPR. As I was moving his head back into the position for a rescue breath, he opened his eyes and laughed at me. Stunned, I reeled backwards. What... what... are you OK? I exclaimed. He said, "I'm fine, I just wanted you to see what it would be like if I was dead".

FFS. Children!

Alone with my 4 year old midwestern daughter, when she randomly whispers, "Ope... she's here." While staring out a dark window.

My cousin who is three, he keeps referring to any woman he sees as "tasty." We would be watching a movie and he would point out a woman and says "she is tasty." What he means is that she is beautiful. I can't even walk with him outside because I am afraid he might point out to some woman and say that she is tasty.

My 3 year old daughter stood next to her new born brother and looked at him for awhile then turned and looked at me and said, "Daddy its a monster... we should bury it."

Getting my two and a half year old daughter out of the bath one night, my wife and I were briefing her on how important it was she kept her privates clean. She casually replied "Oh, nobody 'scroofs' me there. They tried one night. They kicked the door in and tried but I fought back. I died and now I'm here." She said this like it was nothing.

Oldest child was 2 and said he always wanted to learn English and it was so great speaking something other than French and tiếng Việt I said what?? He said you call it Vietnamese .. This was super weird as we only speak English and have no French or vietnamese relatives or friends he told me all about his life and how his family moved after the war etc.. o.O

I’m not a parent, but I babysit this kid regularly so I think this counts. The girl I take care of was about 6 at the time. One day, she was playing with dolls and I saw her rip the head off one and put it in a box. Later that day, I looked inside said box and there was a whole bunch of stray heads. I asked what she was doing this for, and she replied, “Practicing.” This creeped me out enough, but I asked her why and she said, “The man wants me to practice so I can help him one day. I have a picture of him”. Then she showed me the picture of this “man”. She drew it herself and it had gouged out eyes and a bloody mouth. I didn’t babysit her again.

I'm an uncle, but my nephews and I are like father and sons, although it's been a while since I last saw them. One day, they came in from playing outside saying,"There's a man in the cane field". I went to check it and found some guys in full black with bats and knives just waiting. They ran when they saw the house was full, but if I never went to check, I might not be here today.

Obligatory not a parent, but I feel like this is fitting. I had to baby sit a herd of kids on the ranch I lived at. I think it's a herd... I mean, 7 kids is a lot. Their ages ranged from 7 to 12, so it was a treat as an 18 year old to try and keep a semblance of order. Thankfully half of them weren't allowed to watch TV normally, so I turned on Spongebob and let them zone out in watching it. By the by, that's creepy enough in it's own right to me.

Anyway, before I get to the creepy part I need to explain the layout of the house. It's very long house. If you were looking straight at its center, it had a fenced in courtyard with a huge living room bordering it. This living room had floor to ceiling glass ok both sides, so you could see through the to back yard which was a casually sloping grass lawn. On the left side was the kitchen, garage, a huge dining room, and a bathroom for the pool goers. Note, the living room and kitchen side of things are level with the ground. The bedrooms are all on the right side. There are 4, with about 7 beds between them, another bathroom, and all the windows are elevated. The windows basically start midway up the wall. There is also another restroom tucked in the hallway. Theres no way to exit from the bedrooms, but if there were you would need stairs or a ramp as on that side the ground drops a good 5 to 6ft minimum.

Well, all the adults are out exploring the ranch (tbh I suspect the father of half the kids more wanted to go have kinky forest fun times with his new gf) and I'm stuck with the herd. They all finally chill out and I excuse myself to use the bathroom. I cruise through the kitchen, through the dining room, to the outside pool bathroom, do my thing, and come back to the living room the way I came. As I walk in, all the kids are f**king stoked. Like, they went from TV gremlins to just f**king amazed and excited!

They are all standing near the entrance to the bedroom hallway, pointing out the window going "I just saw him!"

They all have their backs to me, so I kind of startled them when I asked them what they saw.

They whirled around, dumbstruck, and ask me how the heck I did that. They all swear they saw me, or rather they saw someone who looked like me and wearing a white tshirt like me, walk right by that bedroom window from the outside!

I raised an eyebrow, then had to think about the following: We are alone on a huge ranch. The kids families are wealthy as f**k. There is a potential of either a poacher, a drug grower, or a random person of questionable means having found this house.

I tell the kids to lock themselves in the closest bedroom and not to come out until I say so, I pop open the gun locker and grab the closest shotgun (ranch rules for the win, we use them for snakes that are in hard to get to places), and I dart out the front to cut off who ever the heck is walking around the house. Well, no one is there. Driveway is empty, no tracks in the dirt beyond car tracks. I can see far and wide thanks to freshly mowed fields... I walked back to the bedroom window to see if I could find anything hinting at someone having been there, and nothing.

That's when it dawned on me: I'm standing under the very same window they saw someone walking in front of. I'm 5ft9in, and this window is easily 6 and a half feet off the ground. They claimed they saw my tshirt and torso clearly, though the window. What ever they saw had to have been tall as f**k. That's when my blood ran cold and proceeded to lock down the whole place, turn on movies for the kids, and nursed that gun until the parents came home.

Naturally, the parents thought I was over reacting. But to be honest, in the middle of nowhere? I'm not taking any chances.

Not me but my cousin.

She woke up in the middle of the night with a tap on her shoulder and her husband saying your son needs you. She wakes up to see her four year standing at her side of the bed, she asked him to go back to bed, he was too scared, she asked him to climb into bed between her and daddy. He shook his head and said he was too scared, she sits up to see her husband wasn't in the bed. Her husband was coming up the stairs with a glass of warm milk for their kid.

My 3year old while eating dinner told me there was a man on the balcony with red eyes with his mouth gaping open, like a scream face... we live on the 3rd floor and the only access to that balcony is from inside. Needless to say I didnt turn around.

Hes said so much weird things.. we live in a really really old apartment, and I dont believe in ghosts, but he creeps me out.

Back in the mid-60s, my cousin's family lived out near the ocean on the coast of Japan. It wasn't so built up back then, and they lived near a rocky cliff where a small lighthouse sat.

My cousin was maybe 8 at the time, but he was sort of obsessed with turtles. He had a pet turtle with an odd name, and he took very good care of it, to the point where he didn't have much of a social life. It was a wild turtle he'd caught, and since he was missing out on socializing anyway, his parents eventually convinced him to let the turtle go. He let it go in a small pond nearby, but he'd go out to talk to it every day.

Anyway, one day there was a big downburst coming up from the sea, it came out of nowhere and was absolutely ferocious. My cousin was caught out in the open and ran to the lighthouse for protection. The storm passed in a few minutes, but the sea was so ferocious that the lighthouse crumbled under the waves.

My cousin was found slightly dazed but unharmed, sitting a few hundred yards from the rubble.

Anyway, my cousin doesn't remember this today, but his parents told me that he wouldn't shut up about how his turtle had turned giant, come out of the sea, and caught him before flying away. His English wasn't the best, but he just kept repeating the same thing:

"Gamera is friend to children!"

I looked at the video monitor to make sure my 2-year old daughter was finally asleep since she hadn’t made noise in awhile. I see her standing up in her crib. She slowly bends over to the side, cocks her head towards her knee, and says “hi”.

How did she know I was looking at the monitor at that exact moment?! Plus, the way she was bent at the waste looked humanly impossible, and the night vision function made her eyes look so creepy.

When we first moved into our new house, our four-year-old refused to go upstairs. When asked why, he replied "I don't want the things upstairs to defeat me!"

I get it, little man. I don't want the things upstairs to defeat me either.

I was napping on the couch and my then three year old was standing there with a toy, felt saw. I woke up to him saying "I'm going to saw mommy's head off!!" Uhhhh....nope.

Not sure if allowed, but not my kid. It was me as a baby.

My mom tells this story all the time. Apparently, when I as only 3 months old, my parents took me on the yearly summer trip to France. They were supposed to drive all night, but my dad nearly fell asleep at the wheel, so they decided to stop and sleep somewhere. Luckily we had an RV, so all they needed to do was find a camp site.

After 30 minutes of looking, they were unable to find a camp site nearby, so decided that a church parking lot would do. At 3am they drove onto the lot, and as soon as they did, I (up until then seeping soundly) started screaming at the top of my lungs.
They tried everything for an hour, clean diaper, food, walking, rocking. Nothing worked. So, knowing they wouldn't get any sleep, decided to continue the journey.
As soon as they left the parking lot, I stopped. Like turning of a light switch. It still creeps them out to this day.

When my child was about 4/5 he started going to a school styled day care, prepping for kindergarten. He told me one day that there was a girl named kallie in his class who lived in the woods, didn’t think much of it. A few days later he keeps mentioning kallie and his conversations with her while at school, since I wanted to know who his new friend was I asked him if he could show her to me. To which I was immediately replied with “no, she’s dead.” He later explained she died in a fire and couldn’t leave the daycare facility. We just shrugged it off as him being weird. One night around 9pm he began sobbing hysterically telling us we needed to go get kallie, she was stuck at school. No one could save her. We tried to call him down saying maybe her mom would come. Eventually he went to bed. He’s 7 now and hasn’t mentioned her since leaving the facility. Super weird.

Am the child, but my mom told me when I was about 3 I told her, very calmly, that “the voices in my head are telling me to kill myself”. I still don’t really believe her but that’s not really something she’d lie about. Haven’t heard voices since so maybe they killed themselves?