It's been said that kids are more open to the supernatural, perhaps because their minds haven't been closed off to the possibilities that ghosts really exist. That makes these Reddit stories about childhood hauntings even creepier. The real stories listed here include ghosts encountered by kids of all ages. You might want to read them with the lights on.
When I was 12, my little brother Rogan was six. I had another brother and sister that were at friend's houses for the night, and my dad was on business in Sweden for a week. So it was just me, my mom, and Rogan that night, I guess. I didn't talk to anyone but my mom that night, and that was only to get a snack, because I sat in my room playing video games. So around 10 pm, I walked out of my room to get another snack, and passed Rogan's room with its door open. I looked in for a second to see him sleeping. Only he was sleeping facing the wall, breathing heavy, sweating and skin eggshell white. I ran downstairs to get my mom and tell her that Rogan might be having a seizure. She told me he was at his friends Ryan's house! I said someone was in Rogan's bed. She didn't believe me so I walked upstairs with her to see the bed and sheets covered in fresh sweat and messed up with no one in it. My mom called Ryan's house and Rogan was put on the phone. My mom said goodnight and she went back to bed. I didn't sleep that night and just continued to play video games.
Laying in bed one night, it's pitch black apart from the light creeping under the door from the landing. My mum was actually with me in the same room, as we had just moved in and she was sleeping on the floor.
I look up and the door slowly creeks open and an oldish woman peers around the door, looks at me, and goes away.
I just thought I was having a nightmare, so I turned around really fast, and went under the covers, hoping I would wake up.
Then I will never forget my mum whispering to me "Did you just see someone peer round the door?" Safe to say we didn't sleep a wink that night."
Ryliesmama tells this story:
When my daughter was an infant we of course had baby monitors. One night, really late, we heard two people on the monitor talking... a man and a woman. They were talking about how peaceful she looked... we both went running to her room and she was laying there peacefully sleeping, with no one in the room. My husband swore it sounded just like his dead grandparents.
Reddit user PsychedelicGoat42 says:
In high school, I used to hang out with my friend "John" almost every day. When we first began hanging out at this house, I would sometimes hear disembodied footsteps, but very often I would see what looked like the shadow of a person out of the corner of my eye, only to have it disappear moments later. After a month or so, I finally mentioned this to my friend and he got mad - he demanded to know who had told me he saw "shadow people" and begged me not to joke around with him about it. I assured him I was serious. Soon, we would hear laughter when no one else was home, doors would close by themselves, and the TV would turn itself on and off.
One day, after these experiences had grown more intense and more frequent, I mentioned to my friend blessing the house. Right as I said this, a box sitting on a nearby counter flew right towards me. It sounds unbelievable, but it was the single most terrifying experience of my life. My friend and I got holy water and sprinkled it around the house while saying a prayer and never experienced anything in the house again. Months later, my friend came to stay at my lake house with me for a weekend. At one point in the night we both thought we saw a "shadow person" but decided to pass it off as nothing.
Later that night, we woke up to what sounded like voices coming from the living room. He went to investigate, thinking someone might have broken in, and I stayed put. A few moments later I heard the sound of someone thundering down the hallway, and ran out to see why my friend was running -but he wasn't in the house. My friend was outside on the porch, and came inside saying that he had heard a loud noise from the house, too, and thought it had been me.
Nothing else happened for the rest of the weekend, but the next time I went to the house, after it had set empty for a week, a picture frame with my photo in it had been ripped off the wall and thrown down the hall, and the pillows from my couch were stacked one on top of the other, in the very middle of the couch.
I've since stopped hanging out with "John," and I've never experienced anything of this sort again.