When children said the darndest things, we can’t help but be amused of their innocence. But we tend to be overmuch petrified to disturbing things kids say.
The Dead Man
My son once asked me,
“Mommy, does the dead man in the basement scare you?”
I was flabbergasted. Our house is only two years old, and he was about four at the time. I asked him why he thought there was a dead man in the basement and he just shrugged.
Then he told me, “Don’t worry. The dead man only wants to play Nintendo. He won’t hurt us.”
Now what do you say to that? – smyleegrl
My college roommate and her kids came to visit me – kids had never been here before. The kiddos are playing, we’re drinking wine and gossiping. The youngest, 4-year-old girl, asks me who the grandmother is. I assumed she was talking about the photos above the fireplace, so I pointed out who everyone was. “No,” she said, “the grandmother.” I pointed to pictures of my grandmother on the mantle.
“No, not there, THERE” She pointed into the dining room. “She’s sitting at the table.”
My friend and I shot glances at each other and tried to get more out of her but she just shrugged and went back to playing.
FYI, where she was pointing was my grandmother’s spot at the dining room table in my grandmother’s house. She’s been dead for 17 years. Kind of nice to know she’s still around though. – ns9504
My Nanny, what we all called her, was a very, very special person to me. I can’t begin to tell you how much she meant. Growing up, she was the person I went to for comfort.
When my daughter was about 4, she saw a picture of her at my Mom’s. There are very few, because they were dirt poor and couldn’t afford a camera and my Mom keeps them in an album.
My daughter pointed to that and said “Nanny”. I thought she had said Granny, because that’s what they call my mom and told her “No honey, that’s not Granny.”
She shook her head no and very plainly said again “Nanny”. Then she said, “That lady was at our house, she sing to me”.
My Nanny was always singing or humming a church hymn and she would sing to us when she rocked us. Just like some people habitually whistle, not even aware they’re doing it, my Nanny sang. Probably should add, my Nanny died in 1982 – My daughter was born in 2000. – DAVID64
In a Coffin
This past Christmas my husband, our 1 month old son, and myself were at his sister’s home.
I was holding our son in my arms while he slept, and my husband’s 12 year old nephew said, “I bet that is exactly what he would look like in a coffin.” – Madeline2121
In the Corner
Our 3-year-old has a few times woken in the night screaming. When we go into his room he has been pointing into the same spot in the corner of the room screaming “go away”. Then refused to go to sleep in his room.
Now I don’t believe in ghosts and things but that had an uncanny ability to really freak me out. – Fizix
The Girl Over There
My three-year-old nephew was at my cottage. He’s asked me numerous times about the “girl over there” while pointing at one of the back bedrooms. The place is small, and there is definitely nobody there so I just dismiss it as a really active imagination (he has lots of imaginary friends).
Then some friends are visiting and they have a daughter around the same age. She has never met my nephew. Twice in the one day she asked about the “pretty girl” while pointing at the exact same room. Definitely caught me out and I didn’t know what to think.
Then at Christmas my family was over at my place and my nephew points at a picture of my wife and asks if she is coming to visit us here or does she just stay at the cottage. My wife died ten years ago. Personally I don’t really believe in paranormal stuff so it’s probably just my logical brain putting together a bunch of kids’ ramblings but it definitely got my attention. – infowin
The Girls Dancing
When my daughter was about 2 (she is now nearly 5), she was in bed with me and in the middle of the night woke me to ask why the little girls were dancing at the end of the bed!
I was too scared to ask her anything, so just said they were naughty for not being asleep. – Zimzammam
We moved into a house that was right across the street from an old cemetery.
My youngest daughter was two at the time and I would catch her talking and trying to share her toys with someone I couldn’t see. One day, she was in her playpen in my bedroom and started waving at someone and telling them bye. She looked out the window, towards the cemetery and kept waving. – gemineye
Wait for Me
A close friend of mine has an adopted son.
They used to go on long walks together, just the two of them. My friend would always tell me that he could tell when his son was about to say something interesting, because he would get quiet for a while and he could tell he was thinking intently about something.
Once when he was about 4, he asked my friend… “Daddy, would you like it if we were brothers and we could play together all the time?”
My friend said that he would, very much.
His son told him… “Then when you die… wait for me. Don’t come back right away.”
My friend is a complete skeptic, and wasn’t sure what he thought about it. His son told him other things over the course of a few years that really freaked him out. It all lasted until his son was 5 or 6. – RifeRules
Killing the Baby
When my younger brother found out my mom was pregnant again, he wasn’t too happy. When people would ask “Do you want a little brother or little sister?” his go to answer was always “Zero”.
We had company one day, fawning over my mom’s about to pop belly when he comes into the room pointing a nerf gun at her stomach. My mom playfully calls “Oh, no! Don’t shoot me!” His response? “Oh don’t worry, mamma. I’m not tryin to kill you. I’m just trying to kill the baby”. – awwwwmman