My Mom tells me stories of me when I was a toddler, and man was I creepy. Then again, this stuff seems normal for little kids.
Here's the one I remember the best:
Me: *points out window, to the front yard* Mom, who's that out there with Dad?
Mom: *looks out the window* There's no one out there, it's just Dad.
Me: No, there are two people out there with him. They don't look like people I've met before, who are they?
Mom: ...Kaide, there's no one there. *leaves*
That's basically it, but I remember one of the people looked normal, the other one was a little... strange looking, but they were far away from me, I couldn't see them all that well, but I know they were in plain sight, they were standing like, five feet away from my Dad.
So, yeah, I continue to scare myself, almost ten years later.
I need to stop thinking this stuff is strange, I'm pretty sure this is normal with little kids.
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