When I was 13, I played this game where I would ask kids (3-5), “How
many people are in the room?”, and after they told me I would ask them to point to each person they could see. I did it because sometimes kids are looking at, or talking to, thin air and it made me curious.
One day I asked a family member (age 5) the questions. She looked around gave a count and pointed to everyone I could see and then up in the far corner of the ceiling. I laughed but then decided to ask a new question, “What is the person’s name?”.
She gave me a name I never heard before, so I asked my mom if she knew anyone with that name and she said it was a family member that passed away years before I was even born. She asked me where I heard the name, so I told her, and she looked at me with the most horrified expression and demanded I never play that game again.
Fast forward to now and I had the inspiration to search google and see if anyone else had the same experience. I found a few creepy ones that other people had and thought it would be fun to share.
When my son was little, maybe 3, he used to do this weird crawl where he would slide his forehead along the floor. That was pretty creepy in itself. Then one night he crawled across the hallway into my room like that and stood up a few inches from my face and made a weird meow sound. He got into bed with me and went to sleep.
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.
“So I shouldn’t throw him in the fire?”
Three-year-old daughter holding her baby brother for the first time.
My five year old adopted little sister has a game she would play, where we would pretend to go around to people’s houses and take their children. Once we rounded up enough we would eat them, violently and maliciously. This was her idea, through and through. The name of the game? Social worker.
When my daughter was 3 she woke up one morning looking rough. I asked if she slept okay and she said, “No! Popaw Mike kept me up all night pinching my toes!” My dad, her Popaw Mike, passed away 8 years before she was born and that’s how he used to wake my brother and I up when we were little.
My daughter said to me that there is a woman who watches her watch movies in her room and sleeps on the ceiling above her bed when she sleeps. she also says it does not like me and wants to eat my heart.
When I was a waitress, I watched a little girl (4ish) stab her plastic fork into her sandwich repeatedly, saying “die die die die die die”. When I asked her what she was doing (her mom was in the bathroom for a minute), she replied with a straight face, “I like to kill things, but mom says I shouldn’t. So I picked the ham because it can’t scream.”
“We’re all gonna die.”
“I know sweetie. That’s just part of-“
“You’re gonna die tomorrow.”
I was hiking alone in the woods with my son who was 7. It was eerie quiet. Out of nowhere he says “The woods demand a sacrifice.”
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.