Most of us have strange childhood memories that we can't quite explain. That's why some people took to Reddit to share stories of the unexplained childhood memories that have haunted them into adulthood. This creepy crawl down memory lane includes memories of scary monsters, moments of flight, chats with the deceased, and other unexplained phenomena.
While not all of the shared memories are terrifying - some are downright wholesome - all of the tales dip a toe into the abyss of the unknown. These accounts will make you question reality and possibly give you pause when reflecting upon your own childhood recollections.
From Redditor /u/FaithWestman:
When I was about four or five, I was in the foyer by my front door when I saw my father come in the house, put down his briefcase, and then walk to my mother to give her a kiss on the cheek. Then the front door opened again; it was my father (again). I looked next to me where I had seen him put his briefcase; it was gone.
I looked back at him, scared, and said, "You just did that."
I have never hallucinated in the more than 25 years since this happened, and nothing like it has ever happened since.
From Redditor /u/Stratiform:
I don't believe in the supernatural today, but I used to. Anyway...
So there I was, a seven-year-old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents' house on Main Street. I didn't want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played "night city" with my glowing Better Blocks. I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle [passed] when I was two? Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played "night city" for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, [and] he had to leave so he wouldn't miss his train. He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning, I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn't seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle. Again, he [passed] when I was two. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I don't know how seven-year-old me knew things about an estranged relative who [perished] when I was two and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues.
To this day, I don't know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my "uncle" like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game. [he] simply left out the back door.
From Redditor /u/ThePsudoOne:
My sister is 10 years younger than me. When I was in middle school, both my parents worked swing shift, so I would take care of her after school on any given day.
One of those particular days, my sis was napping in her bedroom - which was on the far end of the house - and I was watching TV in the living room. I even remember very specifically that I was watching Clarissa Explains It All (I know, showing my age here) and that the show was on commercial break when weird sh*t happened.
Aside from the TV, the house was quiet as could be, when from the other side of the house I hear a sudden and very decisive SLAM! coming from within the house somewhere. I remember sitting bolt upright and freezing in that position.
I don't remember having any way to verify it, but I swear it was my parents' bedroom door that had slammed. Well, a full minute or so goes by before my sister (she couldn't have been a day older than three at the time) saunters into the living room with the most sleepy, dazed look on her face.
At that point, I was so jostled that I couldn't really speak. My sister was the one to break the silence to ask, "Where did she go?" As I regained the wits to be able to piece words together again, I asked,"Where did who go?" To which my sis replied, "The lady that was just talking to me."
I have no way of really knowing for sure, but I'm certain that at that point I must have gone pale. I distinctly remember the intermingled feelings of vertigo, nausea, and paranoia.
No more than half a minute passed by before my sister shrugged it off with humor in her voice said, "Nevermind," and went back to her room as if all was business as usual. I don't remember what eventually broke my paralysis or how long I was in that state, but I eventually got the nerve (after getting the largest kitchen knife I could find, of course) and did a half-*ssed sweep of the house.
To this day, the part about the whole thing that sticks with me the most - and still sends shivers down my spine - is how nonchalant my sister shrugged it off. Almost laughed it off, one could say. It just didn't sit right with me. Something about her mannerisms that felt far beyond her years. Like a two-year-old adult.
Of course, through the years I've brought it up and she has always maintained [she doesn't] have any recollection of it whatsoever.
From Redditor /u/slipintoscience:
My family and I were driving out of Bellows, a campsite/beach for military families in Hawaii. I lazily gazed out the window and something caught my eye. About 30 feet away, in a clearing before a metal gate leading into the forest, was a massive bird. Like eight feet tall massive. It had a long neck, brown feathers, and very thick, long legs.
My jaw dropped and I was still processing what I had seen when my dad said, "What the hell was that?" Turns out he had seen it, too, and we both described it identically. No one else saw it, and by the time our brains had caught up with our eyes, it was too late to turn around.
I will always regret not turning around. When we returned later in the day, there was nothing there. When we asked a guard about it, he laughed at us. I scoured the internet afterward, and it looked like nothing I could find. At least, nothing that isn't extinct - it looked amazingly similar to one of the larger species of moa... but those lived in New Zealand thousands of miles away and [have been gone for] hundreds of years.
This happened back in 2009, and to this day I wonder whether I saw a Lazarus species.