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[SERIOUS] What was your creepy, unexplainable story as a child that was confirmed by your parents to have happened?

As a baby, my mom rented a house from a friend who claimed it was haunted. She didn’t believe it until she would hear 1-2 year old me sitting in my bed talking to two men that I had said lived in the ceiling. She said she always thought my older sister would leave the tv on, thinking that’s where the voices came from, until she heard me speaking back in my baby/toddler talk to them.

She said the last month we lived there, I was a little over 2, she was in the bathroom directly across my bedroom when she heard a man talking in my room. It was late, I was supposed to be asleep, and my mom says she just froze and listened. She says she couldn’t understand what he was saying, then the other man started talking and she was freaked out and praying I was asleep and the men were just breaking in and would come out and leave me alone. Then she heard me talking and she rushed in the room, she said she practically broke the doorknob, and sees nothing but me in my toddler bed; she said I looked at her with my bitchiest face and was mad.

She said she asked me who was I talking to, and I told her, “I was talking to the Angels!” Apparently I was pissed and pointed to the ceiling and just got so angry at her about her coming in, “You made them go away!”

I don’t remember any of it, to be honest, just what she told me. She believes in all those tv psychics and ghosts. I try to hold back and not be the dick and show her how psychics are fake and ghosts are probably not real.

I’m a parent of toddlers and kids now, and I have a creepy story from last year.

We were driving with my then three year old son in the car, and stopped at a red light next to a cemetery. Out of nowhere, my son looked over at the cemetery and said “There are people laying down there, and they can’t get up.”

My wife asked my son what he was talking about and he pointed to the cemetery and said “All of the people laying down in the park are stuck.”

My wife and I just looked at each other in silence completely freaked out. At this point in our son’s life, there had been no deaths in the family and we had never discussed death with him.

I’m still creeped out when I think about it.

About 5 years ago my parents were sitting out on the back porch on a summer night. Out of the corner of her eye my mom saw a person-sized white translucent figure float by a tree. She asked my dad if he saw it too and he said yes. He is a tough guy but he was really freaked out and so was she so they both went inside. The next morning my mom was walking by the tree where they saw the figure and she noticed a very old looking earring sitting on top of the dirt. She doesn’t wear earrings and it wasn’t the kind of earring I would wear. It looked like it belonged to an old lady and it was just dropped there. My mom brought it inside and put it in her jewelry box. The next day it was sitting in the middle of the basement floor. From then on I started hearing footsteps and whispering in my room at least once a week until I moved out.

My grandmother was a real estate agent in Rhode Island. I was staying with her one summer and she had to take me along to see a potential listing. It was a very strange house because it was circular. All the rooms went along the outside and connected to each other and there was a center part with a little garden and open to the sky. She went up to the second story and I stayed downstairs because I wanted to walk around the loop one time. The problem started when I had walked a full loop and I didn’t see the stairs. I thought I must be confused so I kept going to the next room and still couldn’t find them. I started to panic so I began running around the house as fast as possible checking every room for stairs and there wasn’t any. Finally, I sat down by the front door and started crying. A little while later my grandmother ran into the entryway room looking just as panicked as I had been and asking where I was hiding and why I was hiding and and not answering her calling out to me. I never heard her calling out to me at all. Actually, the house seemed so still and quiet while I was sitting there that I was sure she had forgotten and left me there. We went home and didn’t talk about it really.

Like 15 years later I brought it up to my mom and asked if she knew anything or was this a crazy childhood nightmare I’m remembering? She told me she remembered it clearly because my grandmother had called her and was absolutely spooked because she couldn’t explain what had happened and she thought she lost me or I had been taken by someone while she was distracted. She had apparently been looking for me for awhile.

I still don’t understand what happened really because the house wasn’t even large or confusing to navigate. I still get chills when I think about it.

At my parents house I used to hear my mom calling out to me when she didn’t, and she confirmed she’d hear me call out to her when I didn’t. That was a common occurrence.

Also, whenever I’d be alone for a little while if my mom was late from work or at the grocery store, I’d usually be in the main living room playing n64. I would often times hear loud banging sounds from upstairs as if a heavy piece of furniture tipped over. I’d go check and nothing was out of place. Both my mother and grandmother have confirmed similar experiences when they’re alone in he house.

There was also the time I was downstairs on my laptop, everyone else was in bed, it was after midnight and I didn’t realize just how dark everything had gotten without the lights on. I’m zoned out when I begin to hear what sounds like a murmuring from behind me. Like the low rumble you’d hear at a gathering when people are talking and you can’t make out conversation. The hairs on my neck immediately stoood up and my body locked up from fear. Tears ran down my face from the physical reaction my body was having. I refused to acknowledge it and kept staring at my laptop screen in silence. It took forever for my body to go back to normal. Some time later I told my mother what happened and it freaked her out because she said she’s heard the murmuring as well.

I’ve always hated that house