Not only are kids funny, smart, and utterly adorable, but it turns out some of them can be pretty scary as well. Some people believe that children have the ability to communicate with spirits and see ghosts because they have not yet developed the inhibitions or limitations of an adult.
Well, whether or not that is entirely true, who knows for sure? But either way, there's no denying that kiddos say some pretty outrageous things sometimes.
We have a list of 50 creepy things kids have said to their parents that made them freak the heck out. Scroll down to take a look!
I was with my sister, her husband, and their two year old daughter. We were talking about loved ones that had recently passed (my father had died sometime recently). My brother in law went and grabbed a picture of his mother, who had died in a car crash when he was six, to show me.
When my niece saw the picture though she started laughing. We asked her what was so funny and she looked at us and said "that's my special friend who sings to me."
I still shiver a bit just thinking about it.
"Go back to sleep, there isn't anything under your bed".
"He is behind you now."
Still haven't gotten over that one and shiver at the memory.
Walking past an old cemetery, my (then) 3-year-old son casually said, "My brother is in there."
When I reminded him that he didn't have a brother, he said, "No, Mama... from before. When the other lady was my mommy."
I was tucking in my two year old. He said, "Good bye dad." I said, "No, we say good night." He said, "I know. But this time it's good bye."
Had to check on him a few times to make sure he was still here.
My sister got hit by a drunk driver in April and it totalled her car. She had my 4 year old nephew and my infant niece with her. When my mom arrived at the hospital my nephew asked her if he would thank the big guys. What big guys, Kaiden? Grammy, the big guys that were in the car with me when it got loud and scary and they hugged me with their arms and kept me safe. Even the insurance adjuster cannot explain how either child escaped with not a scratch.
When my cousin was 2 years old or so, her mom got pregnant again. One day she went to hug her mom's belly and said, "little brother sick."
A few days later she had a miscarriage...
When my son was small, I was talking to him about growing potatoes. I described how you bank up the earth around them as they grow, and he said, "I used to do that when I was an old man."
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.
Why are you crying?
What bad man?
"There." Points behind me at a dark corner of the room.
Lamp on bookshelf next to said darkened corner falls off as soon as I turn to look.
She slept in our bed that night.
My 3 year old daughter stood next to her new born brother and looked at him for a while then turned and looked at me and said, "Daddy its a monster... we should bury it."
My mother was babysitting my daughter while I was at a doctor’s appointment and said: “Oh no, Grandma. Mama’s not coming any more today. She was in a bad, bad accident. She can’t come get us.” I had indeed been in an accident that almost killed me at that exact time. None of my family had yet been notified.
My sister, Hailey, was born exactly two months after our great-grandmother died. One day Hailey woke up and informed us it was her 95th birthday. When we tried to reason with her she started crying, saying that her real name was Irene (my granny’s name), not Hailey. This lasted all day, and the next day she didn’t remember anything.
I was sound asleep, and at around 6am I was woken up by my 4 year old daughters 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.
My 4 year old son and I were waiting for our food at Panera. While we stood there, he started rubbing my belly and talking to it. I asked him what he was doing; he said that he was talking to the baby. I informed him that I was not pregnant. And he said "there IS a baby in your belly...I just saw it crawl across the floor and climb up into you."
“Just today, my 4-year-old son told me, ‘I think we live in a pretend world and someone is playing with us.’ I asked him what he meant, and it got even weirder: ‘Well, it seems like someone does things to us, but we can’t see them because we are in this world and they are not."
My 4 year old has an imaginary friend named John. He's had him for a while, but a few months ago he came to me, completely serious and said, "Big John said he loves you." and then walked away. Now he has always referred to him as his Buddy John. Foe example, " My buddy John and I...."
My grandfather's name was John and everyone used to call him Big John. He passed away when I was 6 years old. We lived with him at the time of his passing and he was such a huge part of my life. I have never referred to him as Big John or even John when speaking about him, always just grandpa.
My sister described her “imaginary” friend, saying: “He sits on my bed and waits for his mom. He’s not allowed to go home by himself because of his arm.” I asked what happened to his arm, and she said: “His mom ran him over when he was drawing with chalk. That’s why he’s always crying, because he doesn’t like being dead.”
My 5 year old asked me when he is going to be 23- I told him in 18 years- he replied- well, I hope I don't die again- cause that's how old I was the last time I went to heaven.
My family has recently moved to a new home in a new country. It was a well-furnished apartment, and in our bedroom was a painting that looked like hair free-flowing in the air. It wasn’t a pleasant or soothing painting, but I was trying to make peace with it. My son was 2½ years old then. One day I was settling him down for an afternoon nap in my bedroom, when he said, ‘I don’t wanna sleep in this room.’ I asked him why, and he said, ‘This painting looks at me and tries to talk to me, and I don’t like it.’”
On my way from work, my 3 year old daughter in the back seat, we'd pass a very old cemetery every day. She used to tell me the people in there were waving to her. I would tell her there was nobody there, and I explained what a cemetery was. She was ADAMANT she saw people, and a school, and a store, and they'd wave to her. This went on for several months, and every day she'd tell me. I was telling this to a co-worker who lived in the area, and was a history buff. He then researched the cemetery, and told me the area was actually the site of where soldiers fought in the war, and they were buried there. They also made a very tiny town for a small time, Samptown, and there was a school, and a little store, and some people lived there. If that wasn't enough to freak me out, one day driving past my daughter told me a lady "in there" wanted her to come in. I found a different route home after that.
My mom told me that when I was a kid, around the age of 4, I would go to my great-grandmother everyday to spend some time with her, and every time I was going home, I would say to her (as a good religious child I was): "God be with you", but one time, when I was leaving, I told her: "Go with god". According to my mom, she (my mom) corrected me, but I insisted in saying "Go with god."
That night, my great-grandmother died.
I have had multiple miscarriages.
My daughter: I met your babies that died, in my dream. They want you to know that you're a good mom.
My daughter was three, and I was getting her ready for the day. She had been waking up with nightmares almost every night for a month or two. I asked what she wanted for breakfast, and she told me she wanted to share it with the dead baby in her closet. I thought she meant one of her dolls, but when I pulled them out, she said "no, not a doll, the dead one that sleeps on the closet floor at night."
We were driving down a dark, snowy highway late one evening - final stretch of a 16- hour-long road trip. My son, who was around 4 or 5 at the time, was in the back seat and becoming a bit restless. He suddenly covered his face with a blanket and announced loudly, "I don't want to get glass on my face!" A few moments later, a pick-up truck towing some snowmobiles pulled out in front of a tractor trailer a few cars in front of us and got hit, spinning out into the median. Fortunately, we avoided.
When I was about 3 we had a cat that had still born kittens. I asked my father if we could make crosses for them, which he did. As he was making them I asked: "aren't those too small?",
Dad: "What do you mean?"
Me: "aren't we going to nail them to them?"
Dad: (after several moments silence) "we're not going to do that"
“On a flight with my son, the plane took off and hit a couple bumps. The passengers were being somewhat quiet when my son yelled, ‘WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!"
My 3-year-old son was softly singing while he was coloring. I stopped to listen, but I had never heard the song before. I asked where he learned it, and he said: “The lady in my bedroom sang it to me.”
Not creepy, but sad. My best friend died and I was trying to get back to my hometown for the funeral. I got overwhelmed with grief and laid my head down on my desk and started crying. My daughter came into the kitchen and asked me what was wrong (she was 8 at the time). I told her I was so sad because my friend died and I was missing her so much. My kiddo said, "don't be so sad, mommy, she's standing right next to you!" I still get goosebumps just thinking about it!
When I was about 4, my mom found me in the bathroom with all my Barbies, making them float face down in the bath. When she asked what I was doing, I replied: “The man in the wardrobe told me if I didn’t do it, it would be my turn to swim face down.”
My step dad passed away, and my nephew had to stay at my moms for the night while they dealt with things and they were struggling on how to tell him about his grandfather's passing. In the morning they broke the news to him, but he already knew. Said paw paw and his war buddies, he named them, were in there teaching him how to play poker cuz he was all alone. The kid will clear a poker table to this day.
“My 6-year old came home from school one day, bursting through the door with tears streaming down her face. ‘I miss my other family,’ she said. ‘What other family?’ I asked, thinking she may have been talking about her grandparents, or other friends or relatives. ‘My alien robot family,’ she explained, continuing to explain that she lived with them in the sky before she came into my tummy. She chose to come down because she was angry with them, and chose our family, but now she missed them and wanted to go back for a visit.”
A huge thunder storm one night my son about four at the time put his hands on the sliding glass doors and says " oh god don't take me I'm too young to die, (looks back at my mom) take gramma, she is old!"
Last year my daughter kept crying and telling me I was going to die at 33 like my dad. I never told her or remember telling anyone while she was around that my dad died when he was 33.
Well... I am 33 years old and I have to say I have been living carefully this year. Hoping to make it until next month when I turn 34.
“The other week, I was reading my 2-year-old daughter a bedtime story. When we finished, we were talking about been scared of ghosts, monsters, trolls, etc. and she turned to me and said, ‘Daddy, I’m not scared of ghosts.’ I asked, ‘Why’s that?’ to which she replied, ‘Because the one that comes into my room at night and strokes my hair is a nice one.’”
When I was really little I pointed to a tree outside my house and said to my family: “That tree is going to die.” No one thought anything of it, but the next morning it randomly fell over and crushed my grandpa’s car.
My 6 year old daughter in the passenger seat a few days ago looked at me and said, "Dad. When I'm seven I'm going to kill you. No wait when I'm eight." I had to ask so, "How are you going to do that?" She smiled and said, "I'm gonna drive over your head with this car."
We were on our way home to Alabama from Texas and my son was in the backseat and he said "mommy, who's the man in the backseat with me?"
It was just us two. No one else with us (that I could see). I asked him to describe him and he said "he's just black with red eyes. He's scaring me."
So, I pulled over and out his seat in the front with me and he said the man looked like he wanted to eat me when I moved him.
So there's that.
My son always says odd things. Usually they're funny but this one threw me for a loop.
He is 8. I was telling him how much I love him and thanks for being in my life. He said. I didn't choose this life. I couldn't control how it began. But I can control how it ends.
My niece drew a picture "of a man in her room" that she kept telling her parents about. He had two different colored eyes, and one was gray. When asked why it was gray, she responded "because he can see the storm coming."
My 6-year-old nephew told my brother that everyone on Earth was a figment of "Jonah's" imagination and that when "Jonah" wakes up, we'll all disappear. When asked who Jonah is, he replied VERBATIM: "he's the one who sleeps. The dreamer in the dream." Made my skin crawl the first time he told me.
"So I shouldn't throw him in the fire?"
3 year old daughter holding her baby brother for the first time.
My youngest now 5 started talking super early; like full sentence talking, everyone was shocked by how well he talked for his age.(3 older siblings) So at a year in a half he would tell me he begged God to let me be his mommy. He would says things like "I was an angel in heaven" and "I had another mommy but I wanted you", "I'm so glad God let you be my mommy". We weren't super religious at the time and I just hadn't found a church so it was really random to hear him talk about God, heaven and Angels especially before my other kids actually leaned about religion.
I had just took a pregnancy test that came up positive confirming I was pregnant with our 4th baby. I was pretty freaked out and a little surprised and had to keep a straight face because we had company at the time and my husband didn't even know I was taking it. I leave the bathroom and sit on the couch. My oldest son (barely 5 years old at the time) comes over to me acting giddy and goofy and as soon as everyone is out of the living room says to me in a whisper voice "Mom, I know". Me, having not said a single thing about it didn't know what he was referring to. "Know what?" I say back with a smile, thinking he's just being goofy. "That there's a baby in your belly!" He whispers with a huge grin and runs off.
I felt like I had seen a ghost! To this day I have no clue how he could have known that when I myself had just found out minutes before! When I asked him later how he knew, he responded "I just knew!".
When my youngest daughter was about 2-3 we were just talking and she said "I died all by myself" I asked her why she was talking about. She said "not when you was my mommy, when I lived with my old mommy. She had brown skin and so did I. The spider bit me and I died all by myself!" She is deathly afraid of spiders still and she is almost 13!!
My four year old son said, "Daddy, I want to drill into your tummy, crawl inside and eat your dinner." The food was ok but I didn't think it was worth that much effort.
A little neighbor kid I use to babysit was quietly playing with his toys when, without looking up, he says to me, "you look so different now." I had to ask him what he meant. "You mean how different I look with makeup?" And he said, "no, a long long time ago. A LONG long time ago." He seemed frustrated, like he couldn't find the right words. He then looked up, studied my face and said, "well, not that different. You're still pretty."
It was the strangest compliment I've ever received.
“My daughter and I were reading on the couch one Sunday morning. It was raining outside. We were wrapped up warm in a blanket. She had a cup of tea. I had that perfect Americano. Life was good. My daughter looked up at me and said, ‘Dad, when you die can I cut you open and look inside?’ I choked a bit on my coffee. My wife simply turned around and did an about-face and walked back upstairs. ‘Sure, I said.’ She looked up at me, smiling.”
When my son was 2 I told him to be careful when he was jumping around. He said "it's ok mom, grandpa George is watching me." My dad passed away when my son was 2 months old and we hadn't really talked about him.
Not a parent, but a former teacher.
I taught English in a school in Spain, and I wasn't supposed to let the kids know that I speak Spanish (so that they are forced to communicate in English). A 10-year-old girl comes up to me one day, grabs me by the hand, and says, with the most horrifying straight face ever, "Te vas a la muerte", or "you're going to die." I was so shocked at the randomness of it that my jaw must have dropped. She then laughed her head off and said, "HA! You DO speak Spanish!". She then skipped away, laughing and smiling.
Creepiest thing a kid has ever said to me. And probably the most clever thing a kid ever did while I was a teacher.
“My daughter’s friend’s dad, Ian, came in for a cup of tea one day when he came to pick his daughter up. My girl, Izzy, was playing with a toy sword. Ian said to her, ‘You know, Izzy, the pen is mightier than the sword.’ Izzy said, ‘I know, yeah, because you can stab someone in the neck with a pen."