30 Times Kids Told Their Parents Incredibly Creepy Things

Not my kid, but a little girl in my son’s kindergarten class told me she lives across the street from a cemetery. I asked her if it was spooky to live that close to a graveyard and she said very matter-of-factly, “Not during the day. But at night they all walk up to our windows and scream.”

My Five year old said he was gonna miss me when I was dead… in five days. 2 days later I was really poorly with covid, I thought that was it for me, honestly.

Then one day he asked me if I’d like a (memorial) bench when I die.

I have a morbid kid.

I was playing got your nose with my 2 year old nephew and the power went out, whole house pitch black, and he says to me

“(Name) did you take my eyes?”

Just after my little brother was born my mom, 3 y.o. sister and I were talking about what not to do around the baby. Things like not leaving small toys out or throwing balls around the baby. After a few minutes my sister chimed in and said, "and you don't cut off babies lips with a sharp knife".

It was a Saturday morning a few years ago, and my wife and I were still in bed, and she was trying to convince me to make pancakes for breakfast. My oldest son (about 6 at the time) came in to the room and agreed with her.

He then said "You should make some for Tyler, too."

Now, he had never had imaginary friends, and we didn't have anybody in the house or family named "Tyler", so I was curious and asked him who Tyler was.

**"Tyler is the man sleeping in my bed."**

Anyway, turns out a local teenager had gotten p**s drunk the night before, jumped into the local public swimming pool, gotten separated from his friends and wandered into my house, thinking it was his friends (very suburban, all houses very similar) and passed out on my sons bed in his wet chlorinated clothes. My son thought this was fine and went downstairs to watch TV in the living room until he fell asleep on the couch, which was apparently the height of awesome for a 6 year old. We called the cops, he was incredibly embarrassed, apologetic, and still quite drunk, and they came and took him home.

My daughter was 4 and while we were eating breakfast one morning she says “I was on a mountain once, and my mom dad died and then I woke up and was in this house with you and mama. “ then we just sat there for a few seconds and looked at each other. Then she said she wanted to watch paw patrol.

when my sister was little (probably 3-4) my mom said she would wave out the window when they were going down the interstate. when my mom asked who she was waving at she said “that family on the side of the road. they died there in the car crash. do you see them? they’re waving at us”

Son woke up and his shirt was all torn up, like it looked slashed. Asked him what happened and he said he had a dream that "got real".

My 3 year old came up to me gave me a hug, then whispered in my ear "don't go to work, you will die in a wall"

I drive to work and work in construction. Decided to work from home that day.

I don't have kids, but a small child maybe 6 years old approached me while I was on a walk one time, looked me dead in the eyes and said "You are hunted as well."

My (now 10 yo) son used to tell me all about what his life was like when he was my age. He apparently owned a large dairy farm near our home,his name was John(not his name),and he raised horses as well. He would even point out the exact location of his farm. The location was an abandoned stone house with wood frame outbuildings. According to township tax maps,that particular farm had been the John Freeman farm in the 1880s. Freeman was a respected dairyman who also raised Belgian work horses for sale. My man was remembering his former life.

My then 3 year old had a few gems:

Him: I was so mad at you, I was gonna destroy you.
Me: yeah, how so?
Him: I was gonna throw you in a volcano.
Me: why didn’t you?
Him: I don’t know where a volcano is.
Me: so we good?
Him: for now…

The other one:

Him: too bad the babysitter [passed away].
Me: no she didn’t bud, she’s just not here today.
Him: or she’s in the freezer(while staring at the freezer)
Me: you’re pretty creepy sometimes bud
Him: just smiles

My son was around 3 at the time. Kept refusing to go downstairs as that’s where angel man was, and angel man wanted to hurt the family

Last week on the way to school I was talking with my 8yo about how weird it is when you know you had dreams the night before, but cannot remember anything about them.

After a long pause he replies calmly, “Those are the ones you’re not supposed to remember.”

My ex-father-in-law died a couple years before my daughter was born so she never met him. He was known as a pretty funny guy, always quick with a one-liner. As strange as it sounds, there were no pictures of him around until my daughter was about 4 years old and my ex-mother-in-law set one next to the urn where his ashes were kept. The first time my daughter saw the picture she pointed to it and said, “That’s grandpa! I like when he looks in my window and makes me laugh. I don’t like his friends, though.”

She had never mentioned this. When I tried to ask her about it, she seemed nonchalant. She’s older now and says she doesn’t remember it. I’ll never forget it.

My mother died a few weeks ago. I went to her house to get some things and she had a huge collection of stuffed animals that I brought home for the kids.

My son (5) and I were awake early about 3 days after her death and he was playing with the stuffed animals in his room when he came out screaming and crying hysterically.

This never happens, he’s a very tough boy for 5. Now I was freaked asked him what was wrong and he was legit terrified. I had never seen him like this before of after.

He said that one of the stuffed animals moved. He said he was playing with the other ones and the little 2” beanie stuffed dog moved turned it’s head and looked at him.

He said he threw a doll at it and “it’s face got mean.”

He refused to go back in that room or leave my side until I put the stuffed dog in the trash, not the inside trash or the outside trash near the house but the dumpster down the street.

I don’t believe in ghosts or anything but carrying that thing out to the trash I got goosebumps and felt super freaked out.

My wife texted me once while I was still at work and she was home with our 4-year-old son (he’s 7 now), creepy enough to warrant a midday message…
A little back story - my dad’s older brother, named Paul, died in a car accident in 1986, when I was 5. I don’t remember much about him, but he did like telling me jokes and outlandish stories because I’d believe anything he told me. It was, and still is, an emotional subject for my dad so I avoid bringing Paul up unless dad does first. Definitely hadn’t mentioned it to my son.
So that afternoon a few years ago, my son was telling my wife a story, something about a tractor and a donut. At the end, he laughed (he always tries to make jokes and laughs at his own), then said “That was a joke I used to tell my dad when he was young.”
My wife answered, without thinking much about it, with “Oh, you knew your dad when he was young?”
My son then says, “Yeah, my name was Paul when my dad was young.”

Not my child but a family friends kid was playing with Lego and said “that’s a nice prototype” and his mum asked where did he learn that word, to which he replied “humans are a prototype”

My son tells me stories of "scary uncle Michael" in his bedroom at night. He says he's a grey man that looks like his uncle and he climbs on walls and calls out to him and one night he tried to eat him.

Yep, nightmare fuel

when my daughter was just two she said a couple of things that freaked me out. one night she was looking up at the full moon from a stairway landing window. I thought it was cute so I went up and asked her what she was thinking. imagining she'd say something like "is the moon weally made of cheese daddy?" or something like that. instead she looked at me and in a creepy old woman voice said "We are all in the same cage". Like a good horror movie dad I ran to the basement and pretended nothing happened.