People Share Inexplicable Childhood Memories
We all have perfectly normal memories from our childhood but some are in fact, not normal. Some may chalk it up to a kid’s imagination, but who can really verify the long-lost tales that reside in the deep corners of our minds? It makes no difference if we call it real, imagined, or perhaps a bit of both; these stories always intrigue us, amuse us, and often just downright give us the creeps.
What Lies Beyond the Wall
I could lucid dream when I was a kid. I would actually get really excited to go to bed because I could decide what to dream, and then dream it. I had a recurring character in my lucid dreams, he was a boy my age with blonde hair.
We would always play in this backyard/playground-type setting that had a big brick wall on the edge. One night, I dreamt that we really wanted to find out what was on the other side of that wall. We climbed a tree and the boy climbed onto the wall, looked back at me and waved, and went over it.
I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but the effects were chilling: I never lucid dreamed again after that. It actually caused me a lot of distress as a kid. I legitimately missed him terribly and tried so hard to lucid dream again but just couldn’t do it anymore after that.
Apocalypse Can Wait
My mother walked into my room one morning, waking me up to tell me that most of the world’s population was dead. I spent the rest of the day as normal, eating breakfast, going shopping with her, going to a playground, then eating dinner—albeit, acting quite nervous throughout.
The next day, she tried to make it clear that what happened the previous morning wasn’t true. I asked her if she remembered, but she told me she didn’t. I’m certain it wasn’t a dream because I recalled the rest of what happened the previous day to her.
This was only to be met by her confirmation that everything I remembered was correct, right down to how shaky I was, and how upset I seemed. All except for the part that humanity was on the brink of extinction.
That Wasn’t a Chicken…
My family and I were driving out of Bellows, a campsite/beach for military families in Hawai’i. I lazily gaze out the window and something catches 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. 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 security 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 died out hundreds of years ago.
The Real Annabelle
My sister had this creepy porcelain doll with a black tear on its face in our room. It was a gift from an old aunt, and our mom put it away on the top shelf of a bookcase where neither of us could reach it.
We constantly told each other ghost stories about how the doll was haunted, was hiding knives, and would kill us in our sleep one day. Kind of weird, I know but we laughed about how freaky it was. One morning we woke up and my sister was covered in blood.
We pulled off the blankets and she had gashes all over her legs and big sharp pieces of the doll all over the bed. We never figured out how it got off the bookshelf and into the bed, let alone how it smashed into pieces and cut her.
A Morning Visitor
When I was 10 or 11, I woke up very early in the morning to someone driving down our long driveway. It was dark outside, but I just barely peeped out my window to watch a man look into all of our car windows, survey our flower beds, and finally peer into my bedroom window.
I pretended I was asleep, and when I looked out the window again, he was driving backward out of our driveway. In the morning I mentioned what I saw to everyone, but no one acknowledged hearing or seeing anything, despite the man’s headlights being very bright, and he slammed his car doors very loudly.
But I can remember how scary it was having his face pressed against the window above my head, and praying he didn’t try the lock. No one believes me to this day. I swear it was not a dream to this very day.
Call of the Lake
Every year at our cabin I have a dream I fall into the lake. I was told later that I fell in when I was younger. I never have this dream at home. I don’t know if the repressed memory is trying to tell me not to go on the water, or just don’t be stupid and fall face first.
A Striking Memory
I remember being at a playground with my family and seeing the lightning strike right in front of me. Didn’t hear any thunder, no one else saw it, but I remember seeing it pretty vividly. Not sure if there’s something that can go on in your brain that would cause something like that to happen.
But I remember pleading with my mom to believe that I had just seen a lightning bolt strike right in front of me, and she just ignored me. Either way, it was an experience I will never ever forget in my life.
Roses are Red…
When I was six, I had a girlfriend named Molly. I moved away the next year and never saw her again. For the next 40 years, one of my earliest and most vivid memories was me watching a six-year-old redhead girl running away from me and up towards her house.
She was yelling, “Mommy, mommy, Jonathan kissed me!”, and her mother’s voice coming back, “Well, that must mean he really likes you.” A few years ago, I’d had a little sangria and decided to see if Molly was on Facebook—I know, I know. There she was!
Right name, right age, right hometown, lovely red hair. I messaged her asking if she was the right redheaded girl. She wrote back that she was definitely the right Molly—and was happy to hear from me—but I’d got one crucial detail wrong: she’d only started dyeing her hair red after college.
The Talking Pumpkin
When I was somewhere in the four to six-year-old age range, I allegedly peed on my mother on Halloween. I was in my Batman costume and felt invincible. She did something that I didn’t like, and I peed on her.
Allegedly. I don’t remember this. What I do remember, is the jack-o-lantern that night threatening my life if I ever did it again. Like it straight up spoke at me. It scared the crap out of me, and it terrified me for a long time.
When I was a teenager, I said something about it to my mom and she started crying with laughter and told me the story. My dad had a small tape recorder, and recorded the speech and put it in the jack-o-lantern. So not unexplainable, but for years I truly believed I had met a sentient carved pumpkin.
It was Only a Dream…
My family was staying in this villa where my sister and I had to share a room, and we both woke up suddenly. The window was open when it hadn’t been before. I realized she was awake as well, and told her I’d had a bad dream.
As I started to describe it, she started talking along with me, describing the same dream. In it, there was this black creature that looked like a bull; only it had shiny, scaly, plastic-looking skin, and was standing in the open window with this weird mechanical device.
It somehow fired a projectile at the lamp in the room, which started rocking back and forth. Neither of us wanted to get up and close the window in case the thing was actually out there, so we called for our mum and she closed it and reassured us in typical mum fashion.
When I was a kid, I had a classmate who claimed he was a vampire. I didn’t believe him. I told him if his eyes glow in the dark that would prove he was a vampire. We went into the bathroom and I turned off the light.
His eyes were glowing. It scared the crap out of me. I opened the door, ran outside, jumped on my bike and got as far away from my house as I thought I could. When I eventually came back home the classmate was gone, and my dad was upset that I abandoned my friend.
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