My kid sometimes says creepy things about my husband when he was small. Like, “When Daddy was a baby, we didn’t know what to name him, so we settled on Tim.” I think she’s trolling all of us, but sometimes it is very creepy. My husband’s mother died years ago.
I said something pretty damn creepy to my parents when I was about 10.
So apparently I was making strange noises in my room and my parents both came in to check out what was going on. The moment my parents come in I scream “Ghost, Ghost! Go away” I had a cross necklace so I put it out in front of them and continue to scream “ghost”
Then I scream “Sit down!” and apparently it scared my dad so much that he actually sat down.
The next morning my parents asked me if I was alright. I had no clue what happened and had no recollection of ever saying any of that.
I was putting my daughter to bed one night when she was around two. She said, “Mommy, who’s that?” “Who’s what?” I asked. “Those people talking to me. In my closet. Who is that?”
I just about shit myself.
My two-year-old said there is a fairy in his room. He points to the corner with the air conditioner. He says it most nights. One day I was showing him some old family photos. I show him one of my mother and he points to it and says, “Fairy fairy bedroom.” The photo was of my mum as a girl. She died 4 years ago.
When I was 3, I was sleeping in my parents bed when I sat straight up and asked “Mommy who is that man in the corner?” She was terrified. This happened every night until she went to the corner and talked to him asking him to leave us alone because he was scaring me. Still believe in ghosts because of this.
My mom tells me that when I was a really small child we would visit my grandfather’s house and often spend the night. She says that once, in the middle of the night, she woke up and I wasn’t in the bed (young enough to co-bed). She got up and I was standing in the living room with my hand in the air like I was holding someone’s hand and I said something along the lines of “not being able to go with you because my mom didn’t say i could.” We didn’t spend the night at my grandfather’s house again for another decade.
Once I was taking a nap on the couch. I was waking up, and just as I’m opening my eyes, I see my 2yo son walking toward me with a serious look on his face. He leans in close and whispers, “It Happened.” He then leaves without another word.
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, WHAT HAPPENED??