In a slightly sadistic way, I recon we all liked to be at least a little freaked out!
As the 15 Terrifying things kids have said to babysitters article was pretty popular, we thought we’d ramp up the auntie a little bit.
The focus of this article is Imaginary Friends and my goodness. Some of these stories really freak me out.
Most of these are real first hand recollections from the authors themselves. I hope you enjoy. I’ve still got goose bumps!
1. The Punishment
I was seventeen and babysitting a friend of the family’s six year old. He’d been in bed a couple of hours and I just peeked in to check on him. He wasn’t in the bed when I checked so I opened the door wider,. When I did this I saw he was standing in the corner, facing the wall.
Then the creepiest thing ever! I asked him what he was doing and all he did was turn around, smile, and put his finger to his lips as if to say “shhh”. I asked him again what he was doing and all he says is, “leave us. it is the punishment.”
I only tell this story because I hope my family is screwing with me but maybe not. My mom left us when I was 5 and my dad worked a lot and went out drinking more nights than not so no one kept a good eye on my sister and me.
We had to move into a cheaper house and I made friends with a girl in our new neighborhood named Betsy. She showed me where the train tracks and the broken down tree house were in the woods by our house.
She was the only friend I had and I remember her clearly. We played in the woods, rode bikes, had slumber parties, normal girl stuff. I started seeing less and less of her when I got older and she eventually moved away (closer to the school she went to).
I was over at my dad and step mom’s a couple years ago and told a story about her and my dad laughed at me and told me Betsy was imaginary. To which I corrected him NO, she wasn’t, she even came with us to my Aunt’s house for Thanksgiving one year.
My dad got serious and said, “No, there was never anyone there. You would just go up to your room and play and talk to yourself when Betsy came over.” And my sister agrees with him and makes me text my aunt who also says “no, you brought an imaginary friend to Thxgiving that year.”
Now I would let it go and just chalk it up to “the mind of child is amazing” but a couple of things freak me out:
1. I very clearly remember her. What she looked like, how she sounded, and I even have a very vague recollection of her room. Not her house – just her room.
2. Where in the hell did I go when I went on sleepovers? I asked my dad this question and he tells me it’s the reason he doesn’t drink anymore.
3. The Creeper Man
My son from the age of three always tells me about the “creeper man” who lives in my mom and dads bedroom. He brings it up after he visits them.
I made the mistake once of asking what he looks like. My son said “Oh, he doesn’t have a face.”
4. The Captain
A parent of one of my students told us in a meeting that she was concerned because her son (7 years old) talked about an invisible ghost who would talk to him and play with him in his room.
He said the ghost was called The Captain and was an old white guy with a beard. The kid would tell his mom that The Captain told him when he grows up his job will be to kill people, and The Captain would tell him who needed to be killed.
The kid would cry and say he doesn’t want to kill when he grows up, but The Captain tells him he doesn’t have a choice and he’ll get used to killing after a while.
I was always creeped out working with that student after that.
When my daughter was three she had an imaginary friend named Kelly who lived in her closet. Kelly sat in a little rocking chair while she slept, played with her, etc. Typical imaginary friend stuff.
Anyway, fast forward two years later, the wife and I are watching the new Amityville (the one with Ryan Renolds) and our daughter walks out right when dead girl goes all black eyed.
Far from being disturbed she said “That looks like Kelly.” “Kelly who?” we say “You know the dead girl that lived in my closet.”
My little brother’s imaginary friend, Roger, lived under our coffee table. Roger had a wife and 9 kids.
Roger and his family lived peacefully alongside us for three years. One day, my little brother announced that Roger wouldn’t be around anymore, since he shot and killed him and his whole family.
I don’t know if he remembers any of this, but his genuine lack of remorse was very disturbing.
7. The boy
My folks’ farm surrounds a cemetery, and my dad and my niece were walking down there.
My niece (4) looks up and says “What’s that boy doing up in that tree?” There was no boy, but she insisted there was and could describe him.
8. The Easter Bunny
When I was 16, I babysat twins who were in the third grade at the time. They always spoke of a man in an Easter Bunny costume, and they were terrified of him.
One day I was babysitting, and one twin was in the shower. His brother and I were sitting downstairs watching television when all of the sudden, he said, “you need to go check on Matt.” Seconds later, Matt yelled, “He’s in here!!! He’s in here!!!”
I ran upstairs, and I had to check every room before he would calm down. I’m not sure which part of the experience freaked me out the most.
EDIT: The rabbit had no name, and this was not a one time sighting. This happens to be only the freakiest encounter that I had while babysitting. The man in the costume came up many times, often surfacing in the garage, rarely in the house. For two third graders to pull through with a running gag like this isn’t out of the question, but it would certainly be elaborate.
After knowing kids for a while, you can sense their emotions, and their emotions were only of fear when they spoke of what they had seen.
A little after I was born, my sister Julia had an imaginary friend named Jessica. She was Julia’s friend for a long time, when things started to get a little weird.
At first my parents shrugged it off as a normal occurrence, but after a while they began to believe that our house was haunted .
One night as my parents put me (about one years old) to sleep, I begin to cry and point at the corner, my mom was still in there and began to try to comfort me, but I continued to cry and point at the same corner. All of a sudden, my sister walks into my room and points at the corner and yells “Jessica stop it”!
Immediately I stop crying and Julia says like it is completely normal that “Sometimes Jessica likes to put on scary masks and scare people”. My mom who was understandably freaked out stammers to my sister “Tell Jessica that if she can’t play nice, she can’t play here at all”.
A couple weeks go by and Julia tells my Mom that “Her eyes turn green when she is mad and her voice gets deeper”. My Mom didn’t know how to respond to this and just said “ok….”
Eventually Julia outgrows her “imaginary” friend and stops playing with her.
A year and a half later my little sister Abbey begins to talk, she then goes on to tell us about her friend that no one else can see. She then tells my mom about how her eyes turn green when she is upset. I remember this distinctly because she dropped a pan and it scared me. She asked Abbey what her name was and she said
Not a parent but I do have a story about my little cousin and his “imaginary” friend.
First of let’s get into details, my aunt and uncle had just moved into a new house in Orlando Florida and my cousin never spoke to this “imaginary” before they moved.
Let’s call my cousin K, I go to their house one day while on vacation because I live in New York and I’m pretty close to my little cousin because he used to live across the street from me and I treated him like my brother. He was about 6 years old when this happened and it still gives me chills.
I’m sleeping at their house for like a week and I get this weird vibe coming from their place, the feeling of anxiety (I guess I could say anxiety I really don’t have anything else to compare it to) would always be heightened at around 3 in the morning because I always woke up to my little cousin next to my bed in the attic (attic was remodelled and turned into a guest bed room) and he would always tell me about his friend Morrie.
Naturally I was freaked out by it, especially since it was always around the same time at night. On the fourth night I asked his parents about it and they told me they’ve never experienced anything like that with him and decided to ask him about it, he said he had no idea what they were talking about.
Come the next night at 3 am I try to have a conversation with him and he keeps repeating 3 words, “Why’d you tell” over and over again until I tried to talk to him and he started telling me about how Morrie would appear in his dreams at night and eat dinner with the family when they were at the table.
I asked him how he got to meet Morrie and he told me that Morrie came up to him and asked him if he could come inside and he was always a very polite kid and he said yea sure come in; that’s when Morrie started to talk to him and would be by his bedside at night talking to K.
K said he enjoyed morries company and it made him feel safe. I told his parents the next day and they got pretty scared; they thought I was making it up and didn’t believe me.
The next and my final night there I heard some faint thumping under my bed and at this point I’m scared shitless but I grew balls and peeked under my bed to find my little cousin there and these are the last words I heard from him before I got the hell out of that house, “I’m protecting you from Morrie, he said he can’t trust you and needs you gone. Morrie won’t hurt me if I protect you.”
I swear I ran faster than I ever have before and made it at least 3 blocks down before my aunt and uncle started chasing after me and told me to stop. They asked me what happened and didn’t believe me because when we went back upstairs K was in his bed sound asleep. I went back home the next day.
-fast forward a few years-
I asked K if he remember any of this or of Morrie and he told me he had no idea what I was talking about and I left it at that. I have never told anyone else besides his parents about this until now.
Back in elementary school, had to be about age 6 or 7, I was close friends with this really socially awkward kid named Andrew who had just moved in from out of state.
He used to sit alone (before My friend and I introduced ourselves) and just talk ever so quietly to himself’ but he always appeared to be enraged during the “conversations” if you will.
The first (and only) time that I actually went over to his house, I had my friend tag along and we were both going to be spending the night there.
Well, the whole day went by and it was all good, it was pretty fun, Andrew seemed different at home (a bit more normal, comfortable). Well when we were going to sleep, I remember lying there in their basement/bedroom, Andrew was across the room on a couch, and my other buddy Ryan was asleep a few feet away from me on the floor.
Andrew started making these eerie noises, like a high pitch but mellow scream, almost like a steaming tea kettle, but then he sits up, and I can only see his outline with how dark it was, but he stands up, still letting this screeching noise out, and I just see his outline walking toward me, so I kick Ryan awake and he sits up, both of us just freaked out at this point.
Andrew walks until he’s nearly stepping on us, and just sits down and slowly lets the screech die out. Ryan and I look at each other, not sure what to do, and Andrew just grabbed Ryan’s arm, and then mine, and he was squeezing like he was trying to crush it, and in a disturbing low voice, he says, “Scotty wants you both to leave”.
I rip my arm away and so does Ryan’ and Andrew stands up again and just stood there laughing, super high pitched, staring at us.
We both got up and I suggested going to Andrews mom’s room to wake her the hell up. Before we even took a step Andrew just SCREAMS at the top of his lungs, literally horror movie shit. On hearing the scream, his mom comes sprinting through the house and down the stairs and turns all of the lights on.
We couldn’t tell in the dark, but Andrew like ripped his arms up with scratches’ and he looked all around pale and just not right. His mom laid him in the ground and held him down and was trying to speak over his screams and she was saying things like, “Scotty isn’t real Andy, you’re okay” and she turns to us and tells us to head upstairs and put our coats on so she could take us home.
We didn’t talk to Andrew at school for the next couple weeks, but when we asked him about it he said “it’s Okay now you won’t see Scotty anymore, no one will.” needless to say that was the end of that, and we never talked to him again.
12. Mr Man
I’ve been living in the same house I grew up in my entire life. When I was little, around 5 or 6, I used to sleep in my parents room because I was scared to sleep alone in my room.
One night, I woke up and there was a man standing in the corner wearing all black with a shaved head, big eyes, sad mouth, and big ears. He just stood there looking at me from the corner with his hands in his pockets.
I close my eyes out of fear and drift off to sleep, I wake up again about 15-20 minutes later and the man is now standing at the foot of my bed looking at me. His face was expressionless and kind of sad. I remember feeling scared and sad at the same time. I close my eyes again and when I opened them he was gone.
When I was around 8 I started calling him “Mr. Man”. This would happen about 2 times a week every week until I turned 11.
I started to sleep in my own room at about the age of 9 (embarrassing, I know.), and Mr. Man would still show up. However, when I turned 15 he stopped. This was around the time that my grandfather Sammy passed away and at the time I thought the two were connected. I remember telling my mom about what had been going on shortly after the funeral (maybe a couple of days to a week) and she had me taken to a therapist and get evaluated and all that bs. All they found was I had high ADD and ADHD. No signs of schizophrenia (which my mom was very scared of as my father’s mother was paranoid schizophrenic). I wouldn’t see Mr. Man for another 4 years.
When I turned 18 though I started noticing weird things happening around the house. The T.V. would turn on, or the volume would change rapidly, doors would open and close and I noticed our animals started to act weird.
My dog Flower would bark at the hallway every now and then, or she would get up from my bed and stare at the door with her ears perked up. Our cats would get puffed up out of nowhere and hiss at nothing. I would hear footsteps walking by my room in the middle of the night. I thought it was my dad walking to the bathroom as its right next to my room but as I got up to see who it was, the bathroom door was open and the light off. I checked my parents room and both were in bed.
I’m 20 now and still living with my parents as I’m going to a local college.
Just about a year ago he showed back up. It was in the morning around dawn and I heard my door open. I thought it might have been my dad or something but he would usually shut the door once he saw I was still asleep. When I noticed the door wasn’t shut, I woke up and turned to see a silhouette of a man looking throughout the crack in the door.
At first I thought it was My dad and asked if it was him but didn’t get a reply. It wasn’t my dad, It was Mr. Man. This time he had a hat on. I know it was him because I noticed the big ears and eyes. He just stayed there looking at me for a good 5 minutes.
I remember when I noticed I said: “Been a while mister.” and this was the first time I heard him speak. I remember he smirked and said “It has, hasn’t it?” His voice was deep and low, like James Earl Jones. Then the door slammed and he was gone.
Weird stuff still happens all the time. My dad is just now starting to admit something weird is happening. Just last week we talked about it and he says he used to hear whispering at night and footsteps.
13. Good Friend or Bad Friend
A buddy of mine was having dinner with his college professor, his professor’s wife and his professor’s 4 year old son. The four year old son kept looking towards the hallway behind my friend nervously. Finally the professor asked his son if he was seeing one of his friends. The son said yes. “Good friend or bad friend?” asked the professor.
“Bad friend,” said the son.
“…Why is he bad?” my friend asked.
The son looked at my friend and whispered, “Sharp hands.”
My daughter isn’t quite old enough for imaginary friends yet, so I have to tell the story my mom told me. I don’t really remember any of it.
Just after my younger brother was born– as far as anyone knows anyway, I played by myself a lot as a kid– my imaginary friend showed up. I would strike up conversations/play trucks with/argue with him, you know, the kind of stuff kids do.
One morning while I’m jabbering away on the kitchen floor, my mom asked who I was talking to. According to her, I was having a great time, talking and laughing up a storm.
I told her I was playing with David. Told her he looked just like me but wasn’t me, and loved to cuddle me in bed at night. When mom asked where he was from, I told her he was from her belly too. That we used to play there together, but he’d gone away for a while after I was born, but he came back and it was great. You know, imaginary friend stuff. Nothing spectacular.
It wasn’t until sophomore year of high school that I heard this story from my mom. My school gave us these things called progress reports, which showed our grades at the halfway point of the six weeks. They were mostly for our own knowledge, but my French teacher required us to take them home and get them signed by a parent.
In foreign language classes, you chose a different name to use in class. Mine was David. I was in the grade book as David Baseproduct. And when I brought home that first progress report, my mom started to cry.
David was my stillborn twin brother, you see. Even after all those years she still hurt from his loss, and seeing his name so unexpectedly brought it all back.
My ex-wife’s brother has a couple of twin girls that are really very unusual. Among other things both grandparents on his side have been dead the whole time they’ve been alive, and when shown a picture of them, they said “Oh, we know them, they play with us all the time.” Also this happens all the time with them talking to things that aren’t there, together.
I have a pic on my phone my ex sent me that someone took of them at the lake and one of them is sitting down in mid air. When her dad asked what was up with the picture she said “The lady said it was slippery and told me to sit on her lap so I wouldn’t fall in.” (See the actual image below)
When my son was 4 years old, he would always ask “who is that girl down the hall?”. This creeped my wife and I out because, there was never anyone down the hall.
One day after he asked this, I asked him what the “girl” looked like.
My son answered, “she looks flat”. A few months go by and only a couple of times does my son ask me about the girl.
My wife and I blew it off until one day, curious about the girl, I asked him whatever happened to the “girl”. He said “She’s Tony’s sister. He says hi.”
My best friend when I was a kid was named Tony. I saw his little sister get run over by a car when I was about 6. Tony killed himself when he was 16.
So was it just me who got freaked out by these scary stories?
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