So I was glancing through Reddit last Night when I saw this post "what's the most scary comment you kid has ever made" and parents started commenting some really spooky and scary comments their little Kids make .
So I took time to select the 25 most spooky comments from there..
If u know uv got a problem from childhood Biko don't read this post o
(1) I was tucking my son into bed when he asked me, once again, to check under the bed for monsters. I reluctantly agreed. I stood back up after checking and said, "I checked; I don't see any monster under here!" My son replied with, "Of course he's not under there, he's right behind you."
(2). Two years ago, I was looking through my elementary school yearbook with my 5 year old cousin, when we were at a page with a 2nd grade class, she pointed to a boy's photo and said " that looks just like Nicolas!". When I asked who Nicolas was she just said " The boy in my closet" and kept on looking through the pictures. I almost died.
(3). My 4 year old sister spends a LOT of time by herself, but she still loves being around people. Occasionally she would just sit up in bed and have an argument or talk like she's explaining something to someone. Yesterday when she was in the playroom by herself, this happens almost everyday, she gets about 10 small toys and calls them her students. She does the same with about 10 stuffed animal, but one, one is the worst. The doll's name is Briel and she really likes that thing. Briel is the scariest doll ever and Mia, my sister's name btw, talks to her for long periods of time. You may think well lots of little kids have doll friends right? Well my sister gave up on Briel like many other toys and forgot about them and left them in her tall 4 foot doll house. Now she's moved on to imaginary friends. Probably about a week ago she was in the room by herself sweating. I asked what she's been doing and she replies' "Playing with my friend Isabel." She always says stuff like' "Isabel is right there." and points next to me. May not be the scariest story out there, but definitely the scariest thing a child has said to me.
(4). I used to live with my brother in law and take care of my two nieces. When my niece Arrianna was 2.5 (she's 4 now) she started telling me about "The spooky mommy" who was always in the corner ceiling of her room. Once she even saw the spooky mommy in the ceiling corner of our living room closet. Around this time I would hear a dragging noise coming from the ceiling, like someone pulling a wooden table across a floor, we lived in a one story house. I checked the attic with a flashlight for birds or some other animal that could be living there to explain the noises, there was nothing. She wasn't very good at talking and said the spooky mommy didn't talk to her, I couldn't get her to tell me anything else about the spooky mommy. She hasn't mentioned the spooky mommy in months but she won't sleep with her light off anymore.
(5) We were driving down the road with my little brother strapped in his carseat in the back. We went around a curve and he said very seriously "This is where it will happen." This is at a point when he wasn't really speaking in sentences yet (about 2). I still drive very carefully making that curve and I'm curious if something is going to happen there.
(6). My mom said when my aunt's family (which included my cousin who's a year younger than me) moved in to their house (which was built in 1902) they were told nothing had happened in it, despite it being so old. When they were unpacking, my cousin (who was like 4 or 5 at the time) came downstairs from his room and said "Mom, the lady who lives here doesn't like your decorating"
(7). my little cousin once said 'The dead clown likes watching you sleep, he thinks you're very pretty' safe to say i've had insomnia since then.
(8). my cousin was in a bedroom with me and my mom, and my mom dropped something. she went under the bed to get it and my cousin said "Don't go under there! He won't like it!"
(9). I have always felt that if a child is seeing something, don't disregard it. I think they have something going on and could maybe do great things with that gift.
For my story, I was visiting my cousin (she was about 8) in Italy and we were sharing her room. Before going to bed the fifth night I was there, I wished her a good night, she replied (translated) "Goodnight, I hope you two sleep sound." I asked her to repeat what she said she said the same thing and pretty much, from what I could see in the dark, her pointing to the corner of her room.
(10). More so funny then scary but it caught me completely off-guard. This girl I was dating had this 7 year old sister. She was adorable, didn't curse or watch vulgar movies(parents were strict), very smart, sometimes soft spoken but energetic like any 7 year old. At a Halloween shop, my girlfriend at the time was looking for her costume. So I was watching her sister while we looked at masks. She put one on and stood in the middle of the isle. An older couple walked by, startled for a brief moment then laughed. She looked at them giggled, with the mask still on and said "I watch you when you sleep".
(11). One of my 5 year old students came up to me one day, took me hand and pulled me down to her eye level. She looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "Teacher, there is an evil spirit attacking your soul. I can see it in your eyes. Don't worry though, everything will be okay. " She then ran off to play and acted like she didn't say anything at all. Felt a little spooked for the rest of the day.
(12). One night when my little sister was about 4, it was just my mom, her, and I home. Her room is at the top of our staircase, and we keep the door open in case she needed anything. She started crying in the middle of the night. When my mom went to see what was wrong, my little sister said, "Who was the man who just walked down the stairs?"
(13). When we were moving from Germany back to the states, my then three year old daughter said to me, "Mommy, I'm really going to miss Emily." I racked my brain and could not, for the life of me, recall a friend named Emily. So I asked her about it. I'll never forget these words. She was setting her tea set up, glanced up at me with most casual smile, and said, "You know. The girl who crawls out from under my bed to play."
(14). I was in Okinawa a couple of years ago and I really wanted to see this old WW2 bunker that was completely dug by hand (http://www.okinawastory.jp/en/view/portal/0600007616/). They have a room where an officer killed himself by holding a grenade and you can still see the shrapnel embedded into the wall and graffiti on the walls that read "filthy American pigs" in kanji, pretty creepy stuff. So I convinced my wife to go there one afternoon. When we arrived there were a couple of other people and a family with a 5 year-old son. While we were descending down deeper into the bunker the little boy said to his mother "It looks bigger now than how I remember it".
(15). My niece and I always play hide-n-seek or "I'm gonna gobble the bug up!" whenever I go visit my sister. She used to love this game, and she always chose the same hiding spot in the closet next to the door where my sister kept wrapping paper and coats. I would search for a few minutes before finally getting to the closet, and since she is only 2 and quite short, I would look over her head and pretend not to notice her. After that, she would leave the closet and "sneak up" on me to gobble me up instead.
The last time we played the game, she was in her usual hiding spot and I guess she had managed to shut the door all the way. She would usually leave it cracked open so she could watch me search through the house and giggle. I noticed the door was shut all the way and figured she was just getting more brave and continued with my search, being more audible with my "Where is the little bug?" or "When I find you, I'm gonna eat you with gravy!"
Then, I hear her little hands banging on the other side of the door. I hear her crying and screaming "An' Beggy! An' Beggy!" (this is her way of saying "Aunt Becky"). I go and open the door and grab her up, she's in hysterics, which I assume is from the dark and the door having been shut all the way. I ask her if she's okay and she points at the closet and goes, "No! Bad man! Stay!"
She will not go near the closet and neither will I. We still play the game but her new hiding spot is in the shower, with the bathroom light on.
(16). A few months ago, I was at work when a mom and kid (maybe 5-6) walked up to the counter. When I said hello to the kid, she said, "What's your name?"
I said, "My name's Alke. Nice to - "
"No, it's not!" she said.
I laughed and asked, "So what's my name, then?
"Your name's Marjory!" she said, and then left to covet some pastries.
My grandmother, of whom I am the spitting image, was named Marjory. She died 20 years ago.
(17) One morning my daughter came into the living room with a nature book. She said she wanted to ask me a question. She showed me a picture of a large snake eating a frog and asked me how the snake could eat something so large. I told her that snakes can unhinge their jaws to eat things that are larger than they are.
She thought for a moment and then said, "That's like the woman who looks in my window does."
(18). When I was about 16 my lil bro who was 6 at the time started telling me about a "rabbit" who would come and visit him. I blew it off thinking it was his imagination.
The next few days it's all he talked about. How the rabbit would open a hole in the wall. He said he left his body and went through the hole and the rabbit showed him places and told him things that when the got back he couldnt remember. I just told him he is probably dreaming all this up.
Well that night there was scratching on the wall in my room. I looked around and couldn't find anything making the noise and decided that it must be something outside or a mouse got inside the wall. Well it just got louder and louder. Until I finally got dressed and went outside. Nothing was there. I went back in my room where the scratching was still going on. I hit the wall a few times hopefully scarring away the rodent. It stopped for a few seconds and the continued. It kept going until around 3am the it stopped completely.
The next morning we were eating breakfast and my lil bro didn't say anything about the rabbit. As glad as I was to finally not here him talk about it, it just wasn't normal.
So I asked him "Didnt the bunny see you last night?". Now what he said chills me even today. He said, "He didn't take me anywhere last night. He told me he was trying to see you, and you wouldn't let him in. He said you tried to hit him."
After that I started asking questions about this bunny. All I got was that he would take him places and tell him secrets. The stuff he learned he would forget when the came back. Also the bunny wasn't just a bunny. He supposedly looked like the guy off of Donny Darko. A more realistic version. But the movie hadn't been released yet.
The bunny finally quit coming around after another week. When he tried to get my bro to "come live with him." My bro said no he wanted to stay with his mommy and daddy.
The bunny has never been back since. Sadly my lil bro passed away 10 years later =(.
(19). My daughter is generally laid back and not really afraid of anything. A few years ago, when she was two, we lived in an apartment with a big patio widow. One night, she walked up to the glass door leading out to the patio and stared motionless into the night for several minutes.
Shortly after, she runs into my arms saying "Scary. Too scary." She wouldn't let me put her down and demanded that I hold her and rock her for the next half hour. Eventually she started repeating over and over: "The dark coming inside now. The dark coming inside now."
(20). I work at a day care and this literally just happened today:
"Miss Nikkil, I have a story to tell you! I was a baby once but I wasn't always a baby, when I was big, I was scary, and I did a lot of bad things. I used to chase down girls and BAM! DEAD! and I would run up behind them and go RAWWWWRRR and I guess that's why God made me a baby again and now I'm 4, but I won't hurt girls anymore."
(21). Back when I was in high school I worked at a fast food restaurant. One day a guy that had I had seen before but never spoken to comes in for lunch with his son, who was about 4 or 5. They order and sit down and I bring their stuff out and as I give them their food the kid points to me and goes "Who is that guy?". I turned around and no one was in the store so I asked the kid what guy he was talking about and he said "The guy that's following you around with his hand on his shoulder", to which I replied with what I can only describe as a "WTF" face.
The kid's dad then goes "I told you to stop telling people things like that. They don't like it." I found that kind of creepy considering it apparently wasn't the first time he blurted out something random like that, but at the same time I brushed it off because, let's face it, kids are fuckin weird.
About week later they show up again. By this point I had told my co-worker about what the little kid said to me and she didn't believe me so I made her take their order out. She comes back totally freaked out and tells me the kid asked her about the fire. She figured he was talking about the flames coming from the grill so she told him it was ok and not to worry about it and he goes "Not THAT fire silly! The big one! The people said it was a long time ago but they're still here!". At this point my co worker basically just turned around, left them and came to tell me she wasn't serving them any more.
I actually felt kind of bad because I could tell that it wasn't the first time the dad brought him somewhere only to have him creep everyone out. They only ever came back in a few times after that. I still randomly see them around town and the creepy little kid is now a relatively normal looking teenager.
(22). This happened not that long ago actually. There was this little girl that came up to me when I was sitting down at one of those little benches they have in supermarkets by the vending machines.
She introduced herself to me, she said her name was Linda I told her my name is Melvin. "Hi Melvin, Cindy said she can see you!" I thought to myself, what the fuck. What is she going on about? I asked her if she meant her imaginary friend. "No, Cindy, the girl that lives here. She's very lonely, she says she can see you even though you can't see her. It's okay though, my daddy says he doesn't see her either." Then she skipped away towards her dad, who had just finished bagging stuff up.
I don't doubt that she was just a kid with an overactive imagination, I had full on conversations with my bathroom wall when I was a kid. Regardless, I thought the whole thing was pretty unsettling.
(23). Reminds me of a friend of mine that passed away in a car crash not too long ago. His neice who considered him possibly the most amazing person on the planet has never cried once since he passed and when her mom asked her why she said it was because he was always with her. Her mom says "yes uncle __ will always be with us in our hearts". The girl said "no mommy he's standing right there waving, he's always around me".
(24). I was visiting family for winter break in Los Angeles, this was about five years ago. I was heading to the bathroom on the second floor of my aunt's house when I saw my cousin, April, on the stairs. April was four and very animated. She was busy making funny faces while sitting on the stairs. I asked her what she was doing. She said, "I'm copying the lady with the braid." I looked around, there was no one else but us. I asked, "where is the lady, April?" She pointed to a beam running parallel to the stairwell. I asked April, "what is the lady doing?" She said, "makin' funny faces." I smiled and started walking up the stairs again when April said something that stopped me in my tracks. April, "her braids is around her neck." I turned back and asked April to repeat herself. April pointed,"the lady is hanging by her braid... She's making funny faces." Then April started making a face which I then realize was it someone gasping for air.
(25). A few years ago, I was putting my daughter to bed for the night. She was about 3 at the time, and she was fighting going to sleep. She asked me why she had to go to bed, and I said "Because it is late and it's time for little girls to get a good nights rest." She then pointed at nothing across the room and said "What about that little girl?"
Hope Y'all are Not very scared sha...I no wan hear say after u don day fear to sleep alone nau,when they ask you wee nau say its Valentine that went to go nd post scary comments..Abeg o..I posted this stuffz 2:30Am nd I No too Fear..I only just went tew ma brothers room to lie down near him small..LOL
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