Hello and welcome back to the Most Amazing Channel on the internet!
I am your host Rebecca Felgate and we are back with the scary childhood memory stories
– you loved part one…
sooo…part two is ON!
You also seemed to like my personal stories so I have out three in for you!
Let me know if you have any scary childhood memory stories of your own!
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10 - The Playroom I shared a
story in part one that I called the Wolf and I mentioned that my Nanna had a playroom for
us kids that we never wanted to play in.
In the comments a lot of you asked to hear more about it, so I thought I’d tell you
more.
So my Nanna lived in a big old farmhouse in a place called Haddenham in the UK.
The house actually used to be two houses but her and my grandad bought the neighbours home
and knocked through to make one big five bed home with lots of space and two living rooms.
My grandparents only had two kids, my mum and my aunty, but they had a few grandchildren
so they decided to turn a room at the back into a play room.
A whole room to play!
How lucky is that… only nobody wanted to be in there.
The room felt colder than other rooms in the house and I always had the feeling someone
was watching me in there.
Maybe it was because it was the furthest away room in the house and we didn’t want to
be so far from our nanna, or maybe it is because the room was an old bedroom that Nanna’s
former neighbour, who never had children of her own, died in.
I honestly would love to know more about that room today!
9 - Lucy and the Cat Up until recently my family had a cat called
Pippin.
Pippin was a pretty wild cat, despite being a domestic pet and when she was young she
was pretty cray, she would run up and down the stairs at 9pm on the dot each night.
but after the age of about 6 or 7, Pippin chilled out.
Sadly pips died last year at the grand old age of 17.
Anyway, 9 or so years ago, my sister’s friend, Lucy, came over.
Lucy had come round a few times before, not super often but at least three or four times…
but this time she came over Pippin freaked out.
LIKE FREAKED OUT.
Pippin was acting like she did as a kitten – but only when she saw Lucy… she was
running around the room, going wild…but she was also doing something new.
She would now stop dead and hiss at Lucy.
After while, Pippin hid behind the TV, which was again something she had never done.
My mum was baffled and so was Lucy at first… but then she shyly said her cat had died last
week.
We think Pippin knew and that perhaps Lucy’s cat had travelled to our house with her.
8 - Jordan After the first video you guys started sharing
your own scary childhood stories – I wanted to read one that was submitted by our Most
Amazing Subscriber, Serina Bloodmoon… who got the top comment on the video.
She said: When I was very young I had an imaginary friend
named Jordan.
He had dark brown hair, freckles on his nose and cheeks and dark brown eyes that almost
looked black.
We would always play together if my mum was working or I was alone.
He was about 10 or 11 while I was about 6.
Sometimes at night he would lay on the floor next to my bed saying he would keep me safe.
As I got older he stated to fade from my memory as all imaginary friends do but I would still
feel like someone was always sleeping next to my bed.
A few years ago when I was 19 I moved into my first apartment and met one of the families
living there.
A mother, a father and two kids.
The girl was Amanda but the boy....
His name was Jordan.
And I swear he looked exactly like my imaginary friend and even acted like him.
I came home from work one night and the family was going out to dinner, saying hello I walked
past them but Jordan tugged on my shirt and said, "you will be safe when you sleep."
It shook me deeply but I brushed it off.
That night I felt a strange presence and looked at the side of my bed.
Sitting on the floor was Jordan with a slight smile as he said, "I told I'd keep you safe."
I woke up screaming.?
I am really glad the last part was a dream, but ……urgh!
7 - Lake Lost One thing I love about where I live is that
there are a lot of beautiful lakes, with water clean enough for you to swim in.
The only thing is though..
I freak out when something brushes up against my leg… its probably just like weeds and
stuff but I always think snake… luckily I have never thought…..BODY!
Buutttt…well.. with that in mind listen to this story from redditor BathySphere710.
When I was a kid, my dad would take us to a giant lake, with a big sandy shore, like
a landlocked beach for hillbillies.
I was wading in the shallow end, when I felt something brush through my fingers.
Being 7, and wishing it was a real beach, I thought, "Maybe these are sea plants!"
Then realized that was stupid.
As I squeezed the tendrils that were brushing my hand, they squished and sunk, and I felt
bones through the soft, squishy mass.
Finger bones like I was holding the hand of a child my age.
I got out of the water, sat on the shore, and told no one.
Year later, my sister said she thought a boy had been kicking her under the water, but
when she grabbed at the foot, it felt cold and squishy and she also told no one.
I am not okay.
We have another Lake Story for you here at 6
Under the Ducks Julie Jungers Carter wrote into to Buzzfeed
to share a really scary story about her daughter.
This is what she had to say…
My 4-year-old told me about the time she went for a swim in the lake and could hear her
mom yelling and crying out to her, but she couldn't come because she was 'under the ducks.'
Then she remembers falling asleep and when she woke up, I was her new mommy.
Urmm… what a terrifying memory to have as a kid, although it seems her daughter was
unphased, if my theoretical child said that to me I would freak out.
Creepfest 2k19.
Some real childhood fear coming up next… can you imagine being in this situation, we
have the Harvester -5 A woman, going by the name of Blonde Logic,
wrote into to a family forum to share her worst childhood memory and this really shook
me because it really could have ended much worse….
She wrote: I was 8 years old.
We lived in the country and I was a tomboy.
I would spend most of my time outside playing.
One day, I took the dog out into a neighbour's field of maize.
We were running through the high stalks and I heard the harvester coming.
I thought I would be chopped into a million pieces, I ran but didn't know which way was
out and the sound kept getting louder.
I finally managed to make it to the edge and felt safe.
After that I stuck to climbing trees where I could see everything.
CAN YOU imagine being in that situation… heart racing… the sound is coming closer!
4 - Mr Bones UltimoRudo from Windsor Ontario – basically
our neighbour at Most Amazing Studios, wrote in a thread about creepy moments from childhood
in a forum on Unexplained Mysteries.com – they wrote a terrifying story about a Mr. Bones
– they said: In 1982 in kindergarten I used to have an
imaginary friend called Mr. Bones.
He was a skeleton.
For awhile things were good with us, I even attempted to draw him, but to no avail.
One night I have a dream that I'm coming up from the basement, and at the far end of the
kitchen is Mr. Bones.
He doesn't look as friendly as he made himself out to be.
He rushed at me with his teeth chattering, and moving in that rhythmic, menacing way
the skeletons did in the old Disney Halloween cartoons.
After that, we were done.
I wanted nothing more to do with him.
Sixteen years ago, we had to move from our house because the city was widening the boulevard
we were on, and the sidewalk would have been at our front porch.
A week before the move, I'm up at 2 in the morning watching CHiPs with my mom, a show
I loved as a kid.
That night, I have the identical same nightmare as before.
The only difference is, I'm an adult.
A few years back, I was reading Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis, and there's a scene
in the book where a skeleton with chattering teeth comes running down the stairs.
I never felt such a cold chill in my life.
I actually stopped reading the book for the day, I was that freaked out.
Who is Mr Bones?
WHO INDEED!
3 - The Chair This is the last of my own scary childhood
memory stories for this list, but it is a good one…for you…anyway… you don’t
have to live with it.
Luckily nor do I, anymore… but every time I go home, I feel uneasy about it.
Let me explain.
So… my mum has this dark wood carved chair and I just absolutely feel like it is evil.
I have never liked it.
It radiates a bad energy.
So long as I remember, she has had it though….
I just never spend my time around it… it has always been like a hallway decoration.
A friend of mine came over once when I was in my early teens and he said he thought the
chair was weird… and like he had this strange sense it was missing something but he couldn’t
figure out what.
A few years ago my mum was having some of her things valued, the chair being one of
them, and she was told that the chair was from the 1800s and was, funnily enough, part
of a duo.
It has a missing partner.
The story is a little unfinished, but it just freaks me out that the chair seems to effect
so many people, and that my friend knew it was part of a pair before my mum did.
2 - Brie This kids recurring nightmare has put me off
seriously…..waaaay off cheese…which if you know me is basically unheard of … but…ergh…
you’ll hear why!
There was a thread in the daily mail about creepy kids, like the things they remember
and the creepy things they say…anyway, a commenter wrote this about their 6 year old
daughter: Since the age of three DD always liked stroking peoples cheese because they..quote..feel
like cheese (she loves cheese.
Since this age she has had a recurring nightnmare about slicing off old ladies cheeks and eating
them….
Old ladies cheeks feel like and taste like brie apparently.
Right.
So that’s brie off the menu then.
Nice one.
Finally coming in to number one, this has to be the scariest childhood memory ever….
As it involves the kids own past life murder…
1 - The Body A case in Gaza made headlines in 2017, although
the actual study came from an old Israeli doctor who had passed away.
It seems a three-year-old child, who has never been named, had a large red birthmark on his
head and remembered being struck with an axe in the same spot.
The kid was convinced he had lived before and knew where.
Eventually his family decided to take him to the village he said he was from - an area
on the Gaza strip where people go missing a lot.
It seems when in the village, the little boy went straight up to a man and said: I used
to be your neighbor.
We had a fight and you killed me with an ax.
I know where you buried my body….aaaand then he lead his family and villagers to the
spot where loh and behold, there was the skeleton buried under stones!
The body…well… it had an axe wound to the head.
WHAT A VIDEO!
Goodness me!
Thanks for watching this – any of your own?
Comments from part one: Rebecca you couldn't be creepy, you are too much of a beautifully
sweet? – it really is nice that so many of you liked that comment… but you can be
sweet and creepy at the very same time!
Bills said: When i was younger, in the night when i was in bed, i used to think that my
coats/jackets on the door were faces…terrifying.
Rexmini Hackton said: I remember one time I was visiting my grandparents house after
their death for our parents to have closure, and when I was walking passed the hallway
I heard my grandma’s voice ,I don’t know what she said but I think it was “....Has
grown”?