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I was baby sitting my niece once while I was staying at my brother’s place and they had the baby camera setup so I could see her on the little tv it came with. I was studying and started dozing off when I heard some whispering and realized it was coming from the monitor, though I initially thought it was some feedback or something, but when I looked at the tv there was a dark shadow near her crib.
I have never been more terrified in my life but the shadow was clearly there where it had not been before. I ran to her room and looked around and saw nothing but I took her the hell out of there. I went back to the tv and the shadow was clearly gone. I told my brother what happened and he pulled me aside and told me not to mention it to my sister in law because she’ll freak out, but that he had seen that same thing several times now, with the same whispering.
They stayed in that house for about 4 more years and when my niece was just learning to talk she would tell her mom about her “special friend”. This to this day scares the shit out of me. When they moved out, my brother told me my niece had become inconsolably sad because she would miss her “friend”. Her mom would tell her she could bring him along but all she would say was that he couldn’t leave the house. We have never to this day told her about that damn shadow, and she apparently never saw it.
My goddaughter told her mother that mom-mom came to visit… She thought her ex mother in law stopped by while she was at work but the kid goes “no mommy, your mom.” And points to the corner of her room. Ever since she was baby even when she was just babbling, she would seem to be having a conversation with someone in her room. We would hear her over the monitor, babble and laugh with pauses in between as if she was listening and responding. When one of us would go get her in the morning or after a nap, she would be staring into the corner of the room, just staring or sometimes talking until she noticed one of us come in.
My family used to have a baby monitor set up at the top of our stairs so that when myself or my brother were downstairs on the family computer, my mom wouldn’t have to yell to us to come upstairs, she could simply talk at a normal level near the monitor and we would know to come up. It was really handy actually. Anyways, one night I am home alone as my parents are at my brothers hockey game, and I am downstairs on the computer playing Roller Coaster Tycoon.
The monitor was always on full volume and as a kid, anytime I would hear a crack or a noise I would obviously stop playing and listen carefully. Well on this particular night I heard a bang, nothing that was too startling, kinda sounded like a cupboard door shutting. I paused my game and stared at the monitor. I then heard my front door unlock, the door didn’t open, I just heard it simply unlock.
My heart dropped, it was eerily quiet. About 10 seconds after the door unlocked I heard a massive loud bang, like someone stomping on the hardwood upstairs, and the baby monitor went to loud static. I immediately start crying and hid under the computer desk for an hour before my parents came home.
When my parents got home they asked me if I had let anyone in because the door was unlocked, I explained what happened but they couldn’t figure anything out. There was nothing taken, then baby monitor was still plugged in, and there were no signs of anyone else being in the house. To this day thinking about that night gives me chills.
I was at a friend’s house one night, and she was putting her little boy to bed. Her baby monitor had a camera built in and was installed at the foot of the crib. She also had one of those mattress sensors in the crib.
Well, we are sitting down, watching a movie and the receiver for the monitor is on the coffee table in front of us. The sound sensor spikes and the screen goes white. She picks it up, and all you can make out on the screen is an eerie face. We go running into the room and her kid is sound asleep. We look around and don’t see anything strange, so we go back to the movie.
About 10 minutes later, the same thing happens. I get up quietly and sneak into his room, while she stays on the couch. I catch the kid standing up in his crib, with his face right up against the monitor. He is smiling like crazy and giggling. He looks over at me and quickly lays down and acts like he is asleep.
I let her know whats up, and she laughs it off… a few nights later she tells me the same thing happened to the monitor, but her boy was sitting on the couch next to her, at the time.
Hopefully this fits well enough because it was a baby monitor that set it off. Okay, so my daughter is now almost two and has long since moved into her own room. We have one of those video monitor things where you can see/hear the baby on this little tv thing or you can turn the picture off and just get sound.
So one night maybe a month ago I’m sitting in bed, scrolling through reddit or something and I start hearing my daughter babbling to herself. Now, it’s really late, like one or two in the morning. Much later than she is ever awake unless something is wrong and she is sick or cutting a tooth or something. So I turn the picture on the monitor on and see her standing up in her crib facing sort of diagonally away from the camera. I can see her hands in front of her but only like half of her face. Now is a good time to mention that we have been teaching her ASL since she was about 3 months old and she has been responding and conversing in sign since about 10 months.
I can see her signing things like “nice” and “silly” and “fun” and oddly enough,”no”, “don’t like” and “bear”. Of course being the good and loving mother I am(and really not wanting to deal with an overly sleepy baby in the morning) I get up to see what the heck she is doing. When I get to her room she is still standing up and signing/babbling towards the far corner of her room. I ask her what she is doing and who she is talking to and she signs/says(as best as she can) “friend” which she does with her whole hands and not just her index fingers and signs “bear” again. I tell her that no, see Bear(who is actually one of her stuffed toys) is in bed behind her not in the corner of the room but she just giggles at me and signs/says “silly” and “mommy”. I can see she is wide awake so I sit down in the rocker next to her bed and try to figure out what woke her up but all she will tell me is “friend” and “bear” and occasionally duck down like she is hiding and making shhh noises.
I finally get fed up and ask her who Friend Bear is and her response literally gave me chills because she doesn’t speak well yet but she managed to say, very clearly and with the most serious face a 20 month old can pull off, “No name, no name, shhhhh”.
Well now I am well and truly freaked out so I tell her to ask “No Name Friend Bear” to go home because it is too late to play and I did what any good loving mother would do. I gave her a pacifier, went back to my room, turned off the monitor entirely and hid under the overs in my room where my good and loving husband would protect me from nameless invisible bears.
I don’t have kids yet, but apparently when I was little my parents used to hear an indistinguishable mumbling coming from my room on a weekly basis that was blatantly a mans voice. These were the same nights as when my toys would turn on and start playing music in the middle of the night. I have no idea if this is true or not, but for as long as I knew her, my grandmother she use to say that my grandfather (he passed away when I was just over a year old) was always watching over me.
My parents told me of the ghost of the little white house when i was about 13 or 14. the whole conversation started with some talk of ghosts, i’m not exactly sure how but it led to my mom telling me of the ghost “nanny” that I used to have as a baby. she told me that although i never cried much, the nights I would start crying they would awake to the crying over the baby monitor. this would be quickly followed by the sound of the rocking chair in my bedroom rocking and i would stop crying.
She told me that they would often come into my room and find bottles that neither of them had given me. the creepiest story she told me was the story of my almost death. One of my grandmothers was supposed to be watching me because both my parents were at work but she was doing something or left, not a great grandmother, but i had apparently become wrapped up in my blanket and was beginning to suffocate. well about the same time my other grandmother, fantastic grandma, got this strange feeling that she needed to check on me and apparently the feeling was so strong that she left work and came to the house to find me just in time that i didn’t die.
My mother surely believed in it and it was a pretty convincing story when she told it. at the end of the story, she told me that right before we moved into our new home, she thanked the ghost for all that it had done for the family and for keeping me safe.
Heard a strange hissing noise at 3:30am through the monitor and our movement pad went off walked into the room and he was fast asleep
He proceeded to wake up the next morning and tell me that for the last few sleeps he has “been picked up and flown to a place in Ireland where his 6 brothers and sisters live” he’s managed to name them and they remain the same each time I ask him about it.
Safe to say me and his mother are slightly scared.
This isn’t something I heard from my kid’s room, but it was something creepy heard over a baby monitor. I did at home care for a little while, and there was this one client I had a couple of years ago. The lady I assisted had dementia, and she was just at the point where the good days were fading. We had a baby monitor in her room so we could hear when she was waking up. I’ll go ahead and mention that we also had bells pinned to her sheets so that when she was trying to get up on her own (fall risk) we would hear the bells jingle.
It was common to hear her down in her room talking to “that man.” Asking “who are you?” and “what is it?” to an empty room. One evening her and I were in the living room together by ourselves, and I heard the bells start jingling on their own over the baby monitor. There was no ceiling fan, the AC/heat wasn’t running, no windows were open. I always had bad feelings in her house, with things like cabinets opening and one really creepy time where it sounding like footsteps coming down the hallway which really scared me. I’m honestly glad I will never have to go into that house again.
My parents moved into this old house in CT when my middle brother was a baby and my oldest brother was about 10. I was not born yet. The house was pretty haunted, to the point that to this day my oldest brother wont talk about it. After several weeks of finding him sleeping in the hallway outside my parents door, they decided maybe he needed a little vacation. At this point my parents were in denial about their undead housemates, so they didn’t mention my oldest brother’s behavior to my grandmother who agreed to watch my middle brother while my parents took him to Disney World.
The first night my grandmother stayed at the house she a woman talking about my brother through the monitor, then she heard some faint singing. Wanting it to be something logical my grandmother assumed she left the TV on in the bedroom (my brothers crib was in my parents room)
She went up there, no TV, no radio, just my infant brother laughing at absolutely nothing.
My grandmother basically spent the rest of the week terrified, and wouldn’t go back to our house after my parents returned. She had some other strange things happen, but notes the baby monitor talk as one of the scariest experiences she’s ever had.
My parents toughed out that house for about a year, until one day all the china came flying out of the china cabinet. My mom says she’s never packed and gotten out of a house that fast. They stayed in a hotel until they sold it.
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