46. sdavis213

While Playing classroom with my three-year-old brother he made an off handed comment about being in my mother’s belly twice. I was amused and said oh really. He proceeded to tell me in amazing detail being inside our mother. He told me about it being warm and that he liked it but he always felt sick. One day he got so sick that “they” came and told him he had to leave. He didn’t want to so they promised him he would get to came back again and back to our mom. So he left and they let him come back again and this time he didn’t feel sick. I lost my mind and started screaming for my mother. He told her the same story then after she stopped crying we were not allowed to talk about it. I was ten and I was old enough to remember that she had a miscarriage almost 1 year before my brother was born.. Side note i’m not religious but my brother always kinda makes me wonder.

47. flowerscandrink

My daughter was 4 years old. One morning I heard her door open and shut. That usually meant that she would be coming to our room to lay down with us. She never came in, but shortly after I heard her voice. Hoping she would go back to sleep I let her be for a bit. Then I heard the door open and shut again. This time I decided to go into her room and see why she kept getting out of bed.

I walked in and she had her eyes closed.

“Sweetie?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Why did you get out of bed?”

“I didn’t, I was trying to sleep but he wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept talking to me and asking me questions.”

“He? Who is he?”

“The little boy that was in my room.”

“Umm, sweetie that was just a dream. There is no boy in your room.”

“I know that. He just left.”

“Ok, well what was the little buy doing?”

“He was hanging from the fan and asking me a bunch of questions.”

“How was he hanging from the fan? With his arms?”

“No, with a rope.”

Scariest fucking moment of my life. I asked her about it about a year later and she said she doesn’t remember.