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

[BackInBlack78]

Just this!

I was on a plane with my 3 yo son and he said very loudly and out of the blue: "Is the aeroplane going to go BANG now???".
I can't begin to describe the look on the faces of those sitting next to us!

When asked if my DD ever wanted a sibling (she's an only) she turned to me and says I have been thinking about this a lot lately and if you ever bring a baby home I am going to have to use a pillow on it as I really don't want a sibling (scary thing is she had planned it in her head)

When he was 2, my son took to telling me every now and then, "I'm going to murder everybody!"

We would be doing something normal, like taking a bath, he would look up at me with a big grin and a gleam in his eye and announce "I'm going to murder you!"

Turns out he was trying to say 'measure'. He had a tape measure and wanted to see how tall I was, but until I worked it out I was pretty sure my days were numbered!

Years ago, my son was autism was about 7, about to be 8 and we decided we were going to get 'him' a puppy. (Us, really, of course, but we were aware of how much dogs help some kids with autism relate to the world and also our younger son was phobic about dogs so we wanted him to see dogs weren't really scary).

We never ever discussed it when the kids were even in the house. (Husband had a job that started at 4 AM and so was back in the house by mid day when the kids were at school).

We saw a chance to get a pup but again, decided not to mention it, or even hint about it, at all in case it fell through and we ended up being disappointed. Son had something else lined up for his birthday and no idea we were even thinking of a dog (especially as he knew his brother was scared of them).

We were going to see this litter of pups but in the days before the interwebz, so hadn't seen a picture and didn't even know the pups' colours. We just wanted one of this breed.

That same week, there was a Parents' Evening and his teacher said "Son 2 has been saying the weirdest thing... We all got in the story corner, and started talking about (something I forget) and he started telling everyone he is about to get a black and white puppy. Is it true? He's so excited!"

Everything went well and the pup was actually 8 weeks old on son's birthday so dad 'popped out' for a bit and came back with our lovely black and white pup. The whole litter were black and white.

I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, we had never even talked about it when any of the kids were home. He had no way of knowing. We hadn't even casually mentioned getting a dog. It would have been utterly out of the blue, to the kids. Especially as son 3, then in nursery, would scream "I'm scared of the doggy!" and cry when he passed one in the street.

Oh and it cured Son 3 of dog phobia as well! Two years later, he got his own dog as well.

Should say, husband went to see the pups on his own and chose the dog himself. So I had no idea what he was coming home with.

We were in a taxi in Spain and my 3 year old son said. On looks that's (he then said something sounding Spanish we didn't understand). I used to live there with my mum and dad before I was born and you became my mum and dad 😯

DD aged 21months only had one creepy moment so far, stuffing all of her dolls into the fireplace in her room shouting die, die.
But I figure that's all in good fun.

When I about two I used to talk casually about 'before, when my name was Derek' and all my students thought I was really cool, I had a nice silver car but it was hard for me to get into it because my tummy got in the way, blah blah blah.
Some years on, my grandparents googled it (I had forgotten all about it). Derek (can't remember the surname), a very overweight professor at a university in America who had died on my birthday two years before I was born.

I also announced one summer's day when playing in the garden that we all had to go inside now to let the bird out. My grandmother just smiled and nodded but when going in to get a glass of water saw a bird had flown in through the open window to the front room and was trapped. The door was shut so it couldn't have entered any other way and that room isn't visible from the garden.

I also got very frustrated aged 3 because my parents didn't believe in life after death, god or angels. Apparently when we die, we are taken up to meet with God and talk about our lives, what we did right and what we did wrong. If we are good we get to choose between being born again or going on to heaven, up until when the world ends and no one will be born any more. If we are bad, we either realise it and say sorry and that makes us good again, or we go to hell where we get punished until we learn or forever.
I used to draw elaborate pictures of this hypothesis to try to convince my atheist family.
FWIW, I have no religious family members, did not go to nursery and none of my parents friends were religious. I probably picked it up somewhere but try to be open minded.

Just shamelessly place marking 😂

In our family house growing up we had a front room and a back room. My brother's piano was in the back room and I used to go in there a lot and have a mess about on the piano. My DF had an aversion to ceiling lights and we had table lamps mostly so when it was dark you had to turn the lamp by the piano off and walk across the room to get to the door. For as long as I can remember I had to RUN to the door and my heart was pounding each time. I hated it. I didn't feel like that in any other room in the house and wasn't scared of the dark.

Years later I found out that my parents and some of the neighbours had had a seance in there and stopped when the glass spelled out "Atmosphere too heavy" and just stopped. I could have described the atmosphere in that room as just that - too heavy. It just felt weird. My other brother also hated that room.

Unrelated (I think!) My late DM from childhood had dreams that then came true. Things like her uncle walking into her parents kitchen, hanging his jacket over the back of a chair and then punching her Dad. One about a fire in Blackpool Tower which then happened. One about the neighbour at the top of our street dying and being carried up the drive in a coffin. Exactly what happened the next morning. A feeling of overwhelming depression and misery when we all went on a picnic. Turned out there had been an awful accident when the bridge we were near was under construction and the men working on it all died when it collapsed.

As an agnostic, I find the whole thing fascinating. Particularly that the previous life recall is nearly always that of a life cut short. If we think about our brain development, we start as babies having to learn everything and then, if we see out our natural life-span and die of old age, what we've learned fades away, our knowledge is wiped clean, is this to prepare our soul to move on and start the whole learning process again in a fresh body? A life ended prematurely would not have been through the degeneration process of ageing and the energy would still be vivid.

And the soul itself fascinates me. What we feel, think, wish for, remember, like and dislike is not a tangible thing, our soul, our personality, is no more than electro-chemical reactions in our brains. Imagine a battery operated lamp, chemical energy in the battery (brain) lighting the bulb (our body) and the bulb emits light energy and thermal energy into the surroundings, could these be the 'ghosts' that the children see with their fresh and receptive brains? Electricity conserves so where does this energy go when the body can no longer conduct it?

My son used to see a lady dressed as a lion (an Elizabethan ruff perhaps?) as a toddler. Again, in common with the stories here, this stopped around about when he started school.

I had the same thing as your DM!
Frequently very mundane but memorable incidents. During orienteering in year 5 (such fun) the marker fell off tree number 4. I knew it had, knew the route, because I'd done it all in the dream already.

Fascinating thread.

Only thing I can add is that dc was very ill when very young.

One night aged 3 he was so unwell he had a fit & was unconscious for a while. However before he had his fit he said 'tell grandad X to go away, he's scaring me'

all fine you say but grandad X had been dead for over 15 years by then!

I have nightmares about death & reincarnation- what Rixera said & the thought of hell terrifies me.

MollyofTheFolly

My ds said 'whilst I was sleeping aliens came and changed my heart for a robot heart'. He said this a few times around aged 4.

Once he was in the house and me and my mum were in the garden. he comes running out saying 'there is a lady in the house, our lady'. There was no one there!

DD used to ask to go up on the roof to be near her other mummy.

When DD2 was four, my frirnds dog was carrying a litter. Friend promised DC's that when the litter was born, they could visit mum and pups.
One morning, DD2 got up and tearfully told me we wouldnt be able to visit the pups as they had died. I tried to reasaure her but she was adament. I called my friend and was told her dog had given birth last night. To four stillborn puppies.
A couple of months ago, DD (now 7), woke up when I went to check on her in bed. She put her hand on my face and said "Elizabeth has gone now. She's with Burt." It was strange but I didn't really think that much of it.
The next evening, my friend called me to tell me her nan had died the night before, six months after her grandad. I didn't know them personally and had only heard them referred to as "Nanna and Gramps". I asked their names.
Elizabeth and Burt.
She has also told me various times that I should call/visit different people because they aren't well/are upset and has been proved correct.

Wow. I think some of these little ones are re-cycled Angels

Have started reading these but too scared to carry on tonight!
I asked my 5 year old how old he was when he was born. He said 63. I said "no silly, it's a trick question! You're 0 years old when you're born!"
He said "No. I was 63, I was an old man. And then I died and went in your tummy as a baby."
I was terrified for a while but when I asked him how he died he said his head was chopped off and it became less credible. These people in past lives never seem to die peacefully in their sleep?!

My dad died long before I had my ds we were out in the car one day , and I drove down this road ( were heading to a place we go every Saturday , but for some odd reason just kept driving ) anyway we ended up in this village and my ds(6) said I can see grandads house with my magic eyes ,
My dad lived in that village when he left my mum . ( my son had never been there till that point)

Aaaaaa arrrrrrggghhhhh

Sorry, place marking.

Taking DS1 out to play in the snow for the first time, He was 2.

We were walking down the street when he turned to me and said, "when we used to skate on the river, I used to wear petticoats."

None of these things had ever happened; he didn't know about ice skating or petticoats. It was very strange.

"And the soul itself fascinates me. What we feel, think, wish for, remember, like and dislike is not a tangible thing, our soul, our personality, is no more than electro-chemical reactions in our brains. Imagine a battery operated lamp, chemical energy in the battery (brain) lighting the bulb (our body) and the bulb emits light energy and thermal energy into the surroundings, could these be the 'ghosts' that the children see with their fresh and receptive brains? Electricity conserves so where does this energy go when the body can no longer conduct it?"

Forget brains, the soul doesn't need them once the mortal, human experience is finished. I've had years of ADC with a person that has shown me that they can see and hear everything, over a decade after their human "death". No physical eyes 👀, or ears or anything else, but they can still see and hear, and think, and respond. Don't ask me how they do so because I don't understad myself.

On reading Spiritualist literature (which I only started to do after several years of ADC, to try to understand it), it seems to be a fairly standard concept that as souls, we choose to experience this temporary spell that is a human existence, and that we choose our parents beforehand. I always found that a really strange idea to wrap my head around, but reading some of the posts on here make it more convincing. My own children haven't ever said anything of the kind, but it's fascinating to read that other MNers' kids have. I'm finding this thread really intriguing.

liz but if children do choose their parents (think Lorna Byrne also said this) how come some choose abusive ones? That's always confused me!