to think this is mega creepy?

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Nearly went so far as to say 'the creepiest thing ever' but, well, it definitely isn't it.

Every car journey for the ithoughtofitfirsts now has running commentary from the back passenger such as "car will crash into daddy's ford. Ford goes upside down and people will say OH NO". That was today's update.

What is this? Does my son have 'the gift' or is he just talking shit?

I read a story online about a mum who went in to say goodnight to her daughter and her daughter replied "goodbye". The mother corrected her "no at nightime we say goodnight" to which her daughter replied "no mummy. This time it's goodbye"

Please tell me this kind of chat is normal.

In our old house DD (3) said "I'm going to die in this room mummy" in her bedroom. I was quite relieved once we moved!

When we were house hunting there was one particular house where apparently there was a little girl called Lisa in one of the bedrooms. We got a description of what she was wearing and everything. We didn't move there but DD still mentions Lisa sometimes

My niece seems to be able to tell before anyone else if someone is going to have a baby and correctly predict girl or boy. As far as I know, she has been completely correct in 9 cases. She informed me of both my dd's - one before I even realised.
She also tells us very specific things about her ggm that we had all long forgotten. She was born on ggm's birthday the year after ggm died.

I used to babysit after school for a little boy who had an imaginary friend called Roger. I used to play along sometimes but I wished I hadn't because sometimes the answers I got were so creepy. e.g. when I asked if Roger would like to join us for tea, he said "I think he wants to but he can't eat any more because he's dead"!!! He'd also come out with creepiness like "Roger doesn't like it when I go to school because he has to stay in the house and he gets sad"

Oh and I asked him if Roger was nice and he said "he's telling me to say yes but I don't think he is really. I think he wants to hurt me so I'll be dead like him. Then we can play together every day." I was so glad when they moved and "Roger" stayed behind.

My youngest DS has a lot of my mum's mannerisms to the point where talking to him can feel a lot like talking to my mum. He'll tell me off if I haven't tidied up, closed the cupboard doors properly, or if I've put something away in the wrong place. Things that would, naturally, also irritate the heck out of my mum.

When I used to push him around in his buggy he often used to tell me, "Mummy, I remember when you were a baby and I was your mummy, and I used to push you home all the way up the big hill, and sing to you up the hill."

And yes, my mum confirmed that where we lived when I was a baby was at the top of a big hill, which my mum would push me up while singing. We've never told him about this He just seemed to find it hilarious that I was grown up and pushing him, when he could remember being a grown up lady and pushing me . All very odd!

So, long story short, ds is basically a re-incarnation of my very much alive mum.

quicksilver...."she said you wouldn't understand" really laughed out loud at that, nothing more you could say, was there?

I'm totally believing everyone's stories btw. Buddhists believe in reincarnation, might some children have the gift of remembering previous lives which then, perhaps, subsides as their real lives crowd out the memories? And the gift of premonition? I've reason to believe some have that too.

Thanks for starting the thread first, think your recounting the tale you read was absolutely chilling. Thank all the saints and fairies it was just a tale, tho.

Have any of the things happened? If not then how can he have the gift?

I cross posted with twunt - reincArnation of an alive person? Now thats a thought

My DS was a freakishly early talker and at about 1 he used to refer to his "other mummy" and "when I lived on the farm" in a really grown up way. Wierd

When my son was four he said to me " I really miss my Mummy" I pointed out that I was standing there with him. My son replied " No, my first Mummy. The Mummy that was runned over by a car and had to go to Heaven". I told him I was the only Mum he had. He looked at me for a long moment and then said " That's Ok, she said you wouldn't understand"

That would creep me right out!

My dh managed to crash our car on the way to work once, we got another after a week or so and my dh gave me a lift into work I would normally get the bus but it was cold and I was lazy, on the way my son who was about 3 at the time said we are going to crash, I said I hope not! On the way home my husband crashed again :( wrote off two cars within weeks of each other, everyone was fine.

My DD told the TA at nursery in great detail how she had a baby sister that we took to the doctors and she died there, she spoke so calmly about it and said she was so sad that it happened that the nursery rang me up as they thought maybe I had recently lost a child and not told them and that DD might need talking to about it.

I felt so awkward saying that no, that I haven't had any other children. But it really creeped me out, the way she seemed so upset about it.

Alright, I'll be the one to say it then - CheerfulYank Come back and tell us about your past life! Please.

When DS was little, I think under 3 yo, he and I were flying from Dublin to London. After we'd all boarded but before the engines went on in a very clear, carrying voice DS said

DS: Mummy, where is this plane going?
Me: To London.
DS: No, it isn't. It's going to the bottom of the water. We should get off now.
Me: No, it's going to London.

And he calmly let me strap him in and started reading his CBeebies comic. He said no more about it, but I swear the woman in the row in front didn't relax until we'd taxied to a stop in London.

Years ago when my son was around 3 we went away for the weekend in the Yorkshire dales, somewhere he had never been before

I saw him staring out of the car window, white as a sheet, he then pointed at a old ramshackle farm house and said 'I used to live there when I was an old man and everyone was sad when I died'

Really freaked me out

jinglebell I like that theory about the birthmarks! Now wondering how myself and my 3 sisters, my 3 nieces, Newphew and 2 off my dd's died in previous life as we all have matching birthmarks on the back of our necks

My adult daughter has told me since she was very small that she is convinced she will eventually die by being murdered. She is quite calm about it. It used to upset me quite a bit but actually I 'know' she won't be as strongly as she 'knows' she will be.

I assume that both of our 'knowing' is pretty much tosh.

Premonition. DS (the Bolton one)flatly refused to get into the car one Saturday morning. Must have been 5-6ish. Dh was driving to the airport, our nearest newsagents for UK papers. Normally they'd go up to the observation lounge, make a little outing of it, DS plane mad, a real treat. But this time he refused, couldn't be budged. V. Inconvenient for me to have him at home that morning cos of 'stuff' happening so we insisted, no-one I could off-load him onto for a few hours.We offered bribes, we threatened. And still he wouldn't get in the car., said that the car would crash and he wasn't getting in? Yeah, right....

Oh went off, the porters wife, who'd heard the row, tho obv. Couldn't understand, said that she'd keep an eye on the lad in the courtyard, DS fine with that. Dh didn't come back until late afternoon/night. CAr crash. The access roads at Rome airport at that time weren't clearly signed that they had become one-way, a man driving a German tank coming out ploughed into our car. Had DS been in it he would have......well, don't like to think. Whole back side of ours , where he would have been sitting,completely stove in.

DS told me what had happened BEFORE we heard from the H.

Italians totally brilliant tho. Within the week clear signage was erected, a direct result of that crash. So if you're ever driving along the coast road access and see the signage, it was as a direct result of the happenings that long-ago Sat. Morning.

Bolton, tho....?

The only other adult I've "met" with childhood past-life memories :)

Mine are pretty uninteresting: I lived with a different Mum and Dad, with different neighbours, and we had relatives with a pool. I was very young (having the memories and in the memories), so except for the kids, everyone in them is just trousers or skirts :) or at the pool, hairy/less-hairy legs. Mostly scattered images left at this point. I used to ask my Mum when I would get to play with the neighbours and when we would go to the relative's pool again. She just told me it wasn't real.

When I was a bit older, I used to think an invisible lady followed me around on the playground: I would swing my arms and someone would touch my fingers on the back swing. I remember one day realising it was my hands touching each other. But what I find very strange is how completely unafraid I was that an invisible lady was there. I used to spin around really fast to try to see her. But it never bothered me.

Sure Issy :) I've talked about it a lot on here. I don't remember it anymore but I remember when I did, iyswim? I can still bring back the images but they're like pictures I saw once.

I lived somewhere green and damp, by the sea. I lived to be quite old. When I was little and very feverish and ill in "this life" I said my bones hurt just like when I was old. :) I don't remember my old face anymore but I remember my white hair.

There was a man with really dark hair, shiny black like a crow. And a building with a wet stone floor and statues.

I used to ask my mother what my name was before when I was only two or three, and tell her I couldn't remember it before. Oh, and I was very very hungry sometimes. Painfully hungry. But happy. :)

DD woke one night, very unusually since she is a great sleeper and never normally stirs. I was downstairs so popped up to see what was wrong, to find her sat upright in bed, clearly still half asleep and not 'with it' at all. I went to her and she sort of scanned the room looking straight past / through me and says 'mum, please maker them go away'

Thanks, Yank. That is fascinating.

Someone asked me about the curse. Or what i think was a curse lol.

A rather naice gypsy lady stopped me in the street in Spain. She held my hand, smiled at me and started to chat away in Spanish. Obviously no idea what she was saying. She said "5 euros" when she finished and i looked at (then) boyfriend and he said no way. She just threw my hand back at me. Then she turned back and hissed something at this little woven branch twig she'd left in my hand and walked off.

So weird. But after that it was like every day was a really unlucky day. Hard to explain.

Just as we were taking off on a flight to the USA, our eldest shouted "watch out everyone, we're going to crash"
We didn't.

I remember dying in my past life.

I knew when I was a little girl that I'd drowned - I could see my dad (not my current dad iyswim) shouting from the bank, as I kept going under the water & back to the surface. I remember going down for good, and it being peaceful.

um. i am not woo but this:

murmuration - Mine are pretty uninteresting: I lived with a different Mum and Dad, with different neighbours, and we had relatives with a pool. I was very young (having the memories and in the memories), so except for the kids, everyone in them is just trousers or skirts smile or at the pool, hairy/less-hairy legs. Mostly scattered images left at this point. I used to ask my Mum when I would get to play with the neighbours and when we would go to the relative's pool again. She just told me it wasn't real.

this is really fucking odd. because i have those memories too...and i don't know to this day whether it was real or a dream.