To ask - what's the creepiest thing your child has ever said?

[BackInBlack78]

Just this!

From dgs aged 4:
Grandma where were you before you died?

Dc1 had not long started talking and one evening we were having a reasonably normal conversation...Then dc1 looked to the window then to us as said in a hushed voice:
Dc1: did you hear that noise?
Me: what noise?
Dc1: the trees
Dh: they're just swaying in the wind
Dc1: they're talking
Dh: what are they saying?
Dc1 looked at me and just said "mummy"

Then went back to normal happy chatter

Oh and dc2 regularly wakes up and lies in bed giggling away and responding to something I can't hear or see in the monitor...

My 3 year old cousins says she can see my uncle who passed away 15 years ago. She also says my sister who passed away 5 years ago talks to her but sometimes her dark hair scares her. My son is 2 and 7 months and has never mentioned anything like this

"I want to take you skin off, mummy"

Almost forgot..Dc1 regularly tells us what they used to do "when I was a grown up"
The latest one was "when I was a grown up I was driving my car then there was a fire and the fireman didn't rescue me" (the last bit is always said in a sad way)
Also tells us "when I am a baby I'll cry and my mummy will cuddle me" don't know why I find that one weird. It's said so matter of fact which makes it weirder. Is my child pre-telling me about their future life (at least they'll be loved...) or simply getting tenses wrong and talking about what I do with dc2??

There was a thread I think in Chat a couple of years ago with Sarah with the black eyes (?) and another little boy who passed a graveyard and said I think about a battlefield.

My DB had to take strong drugs for asthma as a child which we think gave him hallucinations but he also swears he "saw stuff" eg ghosts.

My friend's DS in a Victorian house saw a "olden days" (his words) woman and mentioned what she was wearing etc, he was I think 3 and didn't have knowledge of ghosts. He mentioned it a few times and his mum who's definitely not woo was so freaked out by it, she didn't encourage it but let it pass, after a couple of years he stopped mentioning the woman and then they moved.

I do believe to a certain extent in afterlife and reincarnation. Not in all cases but some.

My 4 yr old regularly tells me stories about my mum's mum who died long before even I was born.
I'm 99.9% sure he's just inventing stories but every now and again he says something spookily accurate and it gives me the shivers.

Me and DD play a version of I spy where we look for colours rather than letters, as she's too young to know letters and spellings yet.

DD: I spy with my little eye, something coloured red
Me: is it the light on the TV
DD: noooooo
few guesses later
Me: I give up
DD: the carpet!
Me: but the carpets brown!
DD: dead eyed it's not, mummy. There's red all over the carpet

When my son was about three he told me, all matter of fact while he was sitting playing with some Duplo, that he'd died in the war. He knew that it was the WW1, and said that he hadn't been a soldier but he was 15 and died of illness. He also told me what his name was.
A few weeks later I happened to be sitting and chatting with a friend of a friend who is a psychic medium. I started to tell her what my son had told me and she stopped me straight away. She then told me all that my son had told me, and finished by saying "Did he tell you his name?" I said he had and she told me the name.
Interestingly, when we got our dog a few years ago our son was insistent on what his name should be and it was the name he'd told me he'd been called.
He's almost 17 now and can't remember anything of the conversation we had.

When my DS was about four he once said "its a shame that last time I was here I only lived to be 21"

When I was ten we moved from a newish house to a quite big Victorian place. We all found it a bit spooky at first. We had a coal fire for a bit. Late one night my mum, who was alone as my dad was away, said that I came downstairs in complete darkness and stood in front of the fire just staring at the flames for about five minutes. Then, not taking my eyes from the fire I said "I'm frightened" she asked what I was frightened of and I replied "I'm frightened of the opposite". Then without another word I walked very slowly back up to bed. She said she was really scared all night until my dad got home.
It was the first and only time I've ever sleep walked.

MadisonAvenue, have you ever tried looking for the death certificate? Or on the 1901 or 1911 Census?

My 4 year old daughter looked at me and very matter of factly told me that she had spoken to my dead grandfather. She said "I knew grandad, he died. I spoke to him before I was born mummy. I wasn't alive and neither was he. He said it didn't hurt him when he fell you know. That man tried to help him but grandad was already gone."

My grandfather died when I was 7. I've never spoken about his death to my daughter or in front of her. He died instantly and fell over. A friend did try to resuscitate him but he was gone.

When DS was a newborn he used to stare constantly at something in the kitchen door and occasionally jump. The damn cat does it now too and runs off terrified. I now feel like I'm being watched because of those two.

When my ds was about 5 he looked very sad. I asked him what was the matter. He said although he loved me he missed his other mum. I told him he didn't have another mummy. He sighed and said yes he did but she died in an auto accident..in California.

DS(2) at PIL house crying and hiding his face in DH's shoulder 'Not like dat man Daddy'
DH 'Which man?'
DS, pointing at the doorway of the room 'Dat man'.
No one there
The next day, he would not sit at the table in the kitchen for his breakfast. He was crying and said 'No, da man' and pointed at a chair in the kitchen. No one there.

Nothing odd has happened in the house as far as we know.

DD age about 2, DS and DH were out for the night. Just tucking her into bed. 'Mummy why is the man in the hallway looking at you like that?'

We lived next door to the undertakers and she used to tell me about different people that she spoke to at night a lot, they came through the wall and asked to sleep in her room coz their room was cold.

One that freaked me out most, sat with DB3 in the hospital when DB4 was born, DB3 was 3, I was 13, I asked him what he thought DB4 should be called (mum never found out sexes or picked names before babies were born) 'angel, because he will be one when the nurse lets him go' turns out they had been trying to ressucitate DB4, he didn't make it.

I love these. switches bed lamp on

8 was playing in the living room with ds (age 2) a couple of weeks ago. The TV was on in the background, some biblical era type programme was on, and he turned round, pointed at it and said "that's like when I had my other mummy and daddy. When I asked if he'd had mummies and daddies before us he looked at me like I was daft, said yes, shook his head and laughed!

My DTDs (4) talk in great detail about their house 'before' in Hong Konk (sic) with their other Mummy and Nanny, a pool, there were horses...which all sounds rather lovely, until you know that their great granny (my Granny), who died years before they were born, grew up in Hong Kong, pretty much raised by the nanny, right next to the Jockey Club. I have never told them this.

They also 'chose-ed' me, apparently, in a uniform shop .

Last night was our first night in our new house. Ds 4yo has a big cupboard in his bedroom. He came into us this morning and said 'there's a little boy in my cupboard. I heard him.'
It's the kids next door he can hear... I hope!

When dd was about 2 she was in her high chair. She looked over my shoulder, pointed and started laughing hysterically at nothing. Freaked me out no end as we were in a new house on our own at that moment.

My son then aged 6 removed all his Playmobil people's hands. When I asked why he said "I'm playing Silent Witness" (which I didn't think he'd ever seen!)

DD is just 2. The other week after I put her to bed I could hear that she was singing "Peter Pointer, Peter Pointer, where are you?" to herself.

Pause.

Then, deep gravelly horror movie voice: "HERE I AM."

When my son was about 3-4 we were coming back from a day in London. Waiting at the crowded platform for the train to pull in, he turned to a woman standing next to us and said 'you're happy about your baby'. She turned a shocked face to me and said OMG I've just, found out, today, that I'm pregnant.

Same day, now on the train. Same son kept saying the man opposite reading a book was a policemen. No uniform or anything. DS was quite determined to keep saying it. I was shushing him. When the man stood to get off, he said I am a policeman actually.

Same son insisted he left his room at night through the window and flew over the cars on the street.

Same son, miles away from where we live - we were in a park and he went tearing off and ran up to little girl and said hello Summer. The mother said how on earth does he know her name?

He's 19 now, very creative, musical, analytical, etc.

We've tried to make him guess the lottery numbers.

No luck so far.