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My Kids Seriously Creep Me Out Sometimes

Kids say the darndest things, but also the creepiest.

My sweet oldest bambina, Molly, gave me the chills for the first time when she was just two-years-old. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

Her little sister, Zoe, was just a couple of months old and the three of us were lying on my bed. I was an exhausted, leaky, hormonal mess. Not only did I have a newborn and toddler to care for, but I had just lost my father unexpectedly a couple of months prior.

Molly looked at her baby sister and then looked me straight in the eye to tell me something that would both make my skin crawl and bring me immense comfort to this very day.

“Grandpa Jim was here and he said goodbye to me and Zoe,” she said.

Not to be outdone by her big sister, Zoe would make her own eerie discovery when she was around the same age.

Kids see ghosts

We were having dessert at my mother’s house, when she looked behind us at the stairwell and jumped. It was probably just a shadow, but she leapt so fast into my arms that I spilled my tea all over the table.

She was shaking in her Pull-Up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking around the room.

“There is a man on the stairs,” she replied, pointing a little index finger over my shoulder.

While I’ll never know for sure what Zoe saw, or if she saw anything at all, I do know that evening marked the beginning of eerie occurrences at my mom’s house.

Fast-forward to a few months later. We were sitting around the bar counter having dinner when we hear a loud *CRACK*.

The window directly behind us had shattered.

My mom’s boyfriend figured that a ball or bird had hit the window and went to inspect the damage. However, there was no ball,  nor was there a bird.

We did a little online research and figured it must have been the house settling.

Still, there’s a spec of doubt  in the back of our minds that it could me something else. But what?

Around that same time, my mom’s stove would turn on to max in the middle of the night  — the TV also started to go on by itself. I didn’t believe her until I witnessed it myself.

My 95-year-old grandpa, who is of sound mind, also spotted a man on my mother’s stairwell just like his great grandaughter.

“Janine, who is that man?” he asked, later describing him as being a dark-skinned elderly gentleman dressed in a white cloak.

Molly would go on to give me the ultimate goosebumps that same summer.

I was sound asleep when I felt someone on top of me in my bed. It was Molly and her whole body was shaking.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, patting her back, trying to soothe her.

“Shh…” she whispered. “He’ll hear us.”

I didn’t press it, figured she was having a nightmare and fell back asleep.

The next morning I asked her if she had a bad dream.

“No, when I came into your room to sleep in your bed, there was a man standing there smiling at me,” she said

“It sounds like you were having a dream. Was it about grandpa Jim?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she said.

Later that day Molly was going through my bedside drawers when she came across my dad’s obituary.

“Who is that man?” she asked, carefully inspecting the photo.

“That’s grandpa Jim,” I replied.

“Mommy, that’s not the man who was in your room last night,” she said, describing a man with dark brown hair, who was taller in stature.

“It was somebody else.”

Some say children see ghosts because they haven’t been told they don’t exist yet and a belief system hasn’t been put in place by their parents and society. Others, chalk it up to having a wild imagination or nightmares.

Is my family being haunted? Do we have some sort of ability to see the paranormal? I honestly have no idea. I’m one of those people who has to see something with my own eyes to believe it. If there is someone watching us, I hope they’re not judging the piles of pink laundry or my penchant for trashy reality shows. If you want a real scare, you should see how much laundry and chips we go through in a week. Boo!

 

What is the creepiest thing your child has ever said to you?

One of Vancouver’s top Mom Bloggers, Kristyl Clark is a work-at-home mom of two little Valley girls proving there is nothing bland about the burbs. Her adventurous family seems to always be out on some sort of crazy quest, from helicopter rides and wild river rafting, to top-secret paranormal investigations and living the high-life sampling the fine wines and foods of the Fraser Valley region. The ValleyMom.ca blog inspires her loyal fanbase through the trials and tribulations of suburban family living, guiding readers to local hotspots and hidden gems in her Canadian backyard

13 Comments

  • Janette

    October 29, 2015 at 11:43 am

    That is spooky! I have believed for years that my grandpa is with me as things happen that just give me this feeling. I’d be pretty freaked out if I found out it was someone other than my grandpa! Thanks for sharing!

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  • Tara

    October 29, 2015 at 11:44 am

    This gave me chills. Alivia has said something similar. She was in bed with daddy and talking to someone while he was asleep, he asked her who she was talking to and all she said was “the man in my dream”. CREEPY.

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  • Hayley

    October 29, 2015 at 2:56 pm

    my 2yr old Niece has said:

    “You know….I died once”

    Then went back to acting normal. Another time when she was laying on the bed being changed: “Grandma, what am I doing up there?” “Where” “Why am I above us?” “You are on the bed” “No, Im up there too”

    And yet another, she came in my room when I was laying in bed. “Once upon a time you were a cat”
    Im thinking, aww cute, shes telling me a story so I said “Oh?”
    “And then you died, the end” and she walks out of my room.

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  • Michael Kwan

    November 2, 2015 at 5:25 pm

    I was visiting some family a few months back and my niece was sitting on the stairs of their house. She was making all sorts of strange and funny faces. When I asked her what she was doing, she told me she was copying the lady with the braid.

    I looked around and didn’t see anyone else, so I asked her where the lady was. She pointed at a crossbeam near the ceiling. I smiled, thinking it was just a kid being a kid. Then she said, “Her braid is around her neck. The lady is hanging by her braid.” It was at that moment I realized the faces she was making were of someone gasping for air.

    (Not actually my story.)

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