Two years ago my door bell rang. When I answered there was a little kid 4 or 5 standing there that I didnât recognize. Before I could say anything, she yelled âjust so you know itâs your turn to die!â and she disappeared around the corner again. I followed but couldnât see her anywhere. Luckily I didnât die.
My daughter when we were home alone one night, âmommy, whoâs that man on the ceiling?â
I was reading a story to my daughter when she suddenly slammed it shut, point to the empty doorway, and screamed âyou get out of here! Youâve killed enough people!â
My 2yr old talks and walks in his sleep. About a month after his second birthday I heard him talking in his sleep in the middle of the night so I thought aww cute I will go listen. Peeked in and he was sitting bolt upright in bed eyes wide open hands folded in lap. He said, ânaughty mummy. Naughty daddy. No more mummy, no more daddy.â Then he laughed really creepily lay down and started snoring.
My son was crying in bed at 3 am and tells us he is afraid because there is a man in his bed. We ask him about the man and tell him to ask the man to go away. The following day he tells us the manâs name is FrankâŠmy husbandâs uncle who died the night before. Also later that week we were driving along in our van in complete silence and my son said âFrankâs here.â
An 8 year old I used to teach had a hard time with eye contact and appropriate touch. He looked me straight in the eyes one morning, not missing a beat, and told me, âyou know, I think youâd look a lot better if you were dead in my basement.â
As she pointed to the old wood stove in the middle of our front room: âJimmy said that was where he did it.â I asked her who Jimmy was and what he was talking about, she said âJimmy is the guy who comes and talks to me at night. He said he killed his mom right there.â My daughter was five.
GAHHH!! He's got 32 of these things! RIGHT HERE!!