20 Of The Creepiest Things Kids Have Ever Said To Their Parents, No.11 Is Brilliant!

We already know that kids have the wildest imagination and can translate that into the creepiest children’s drawings ever, but this time we’re focusing on something else.

We have compiled some things people heard boys and girls say.

Scroll down to read the creepy things kids say.


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 its 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? “Bad man” 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 awhile 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 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.

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