My story is actually several small stories that fall under one category: My kids creeping me the heck out! For the sake of simplicity, I'll tell these stories in order from oldest to newest and by which child they relate to. Some are about my little cousin, some about my own daughter and some about my nephew.
(1) Nickona Shae: When I was a teenager and young adult, my uncle and aunt used to go out of town a lot on business, so I babysat my little cousins... A LOT. One night when Shae was about 2 or 3 years old, I had just crawled into bed with her as my aunt and uncle were leaving in the wee hours to catch a plane. All of the sudden she sat up and looked toward the center of her bedroom at the foot of her bed. I tried to get her to lay back down but she continued looking at this same spot. The she asked me, "Sissy, who is that white lady?" I, of course, asked the logical question, "What lady?" Then in that "you're so dumb" tone that only toddlers and teenagers can manage, she huffed and said, as if it was obvious, "The WHITE lady, in the WHITE dress, RIGHT there." She was pointing at the end of her bed! I just calmly laid her back down and spent the rest of the night snuggled up to her with the covers over my head.
Shae also had a habit of waving when we passed cemeteries and shouting, "Hi ya'll!" even when she was small enough that she couldn't see out the window to tell we were passing a cemetery. My uncle was sure I taught her that trick, but nope, wasn't me!
(2) Noah Skye Kathryn: When my daughter, Noah, was a baby my rocking recliner faced away from my front door. She had a habit of stretching up to look over my shoulder as I rocked her, saying "Papa". This is how I always knew when my daddy (her Papa) was stopping by to see her on his way home from work, because every time she would do that he would show up a few minutes later.
When she was 1 1/2 (I'm sure of her age because I had just began keeping a six month old who was almost exactly a year younger than her.) One morning I heard her stirring and went in to get her, she looked at me with the sweetest sleepy smile and said, "Jesus is coming today!" Now, I have to say, that freaked me out a little because I didn't know if she meant it generally or if He was just coming for her, so needless to say I kept Noah and her new little friend extra close that day!
When Noah was about 5 she woke up saying that she "hallucinated" a black cat running across her bed and ran out the door. She even told her pediatrician at her next appointment, to which he replied, "You don't even know what hallucinate means. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Yes I do! It means I saw it and it wasn't really there!" This cracked him up. Of course he should have expected as much she had been speaking in full sentences since she was 13 months old! Lol I'm sure if I thought about it I would have lots more to tell about Noah, but this is already VERY long so I'll move on.
(3) Talyn: When my nephew, Talyn, was small he had several "imaginary" friends. They were forever freaking my sister out! LOL One was "The Red Man", he always said it like that was his name. There are lots of stories but one I remember that really freaked my sister out was when Talyn (who was about 2 at the time) was yelling at "The Red Man" because he was trying to watch TV and "The Red Man" was dancing on top of the entertainment center. He was so mad and even told his mom to make him stop.
When Talyn was about 3, my great-aunt and uncle were murdered in their home and were buried in our family cemetery on our land. Taly didn't know the deceased as he was so small and we really only saw them at Christmas. Shortly after the murders, Talyn gained a new "friend", "The White Man". He talked to him and talked about him for days. Then one day we were having dinner at my Granny's one of the memorials with the deceased photos on it was laying on the dining room table, Talyn picked it up all excited and said, "Look mama it's "The White Man"! We all about died!
Now Talyn had one "friend" that stuck around longer than the rest, his name was "Jungala" (pronounced Jungle-uh). He was always talking about him and playing with him. Then I noticed I hadn't heard about him in a few days, so I asked Talyn about him. He told me he didn't like Jungala anymore because he was mean. He said Jungala was up in a tree listening to us while we talked. I asked what Jungala looked like and here is how my 3 1/2 year old nephew described him. "He is red (Talyn had already told us Jungala was NOT The Red Man, that he was different), and has a big butt from drinking to much sugar and has two big ears that stick out right here." He illustrated by poking one finger on each hand straight up from his forehead one each side (LIKE HORNS)! Jungala kind of when away after that.
One night, years later, my daughter and I were in the theatre watching a horror film (our favorite) when one of the demons was called by name... It sounded just like they said "Jungala"! We both looked at each other and where freaked out enough that our friend asked what in the world was wrong with us. After they said the name again it we realized it was almost the same but a little different. This made me feel better until Noah said, "Yeah but Talyn was little, maybe he was saying it wrong!" Yep, still freaks me out thinking about it!
Sorry this is so long, enjoy and God bless!