15+ Terrifying Stories told by Baby Monitors

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.

Sam_Jam_Goose

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.

blink1023

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 brother's 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 the 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.

GRZMNKY

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.

RedHeadedBug

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.

eskamobob1

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

Gentry91

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.

_last

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.

winglamo

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.

mgncapri

My uncle has a handful of stories, but I’ll tell one of the better ones. One night over the baby monitor, they heard whispering and what sounded like my cousin’s voice. Strangely though, they heard another voice that sounded like my grandma’s (she passed a year before this). They go into her room and asked her who she was talking to, and she says “I was talking to grandma, she helped me find my doll”. The doll WAS on the floor, but when they checked on her it was in her crib.

Another time (same house) my aunt heard a patter of footsteps and she figured it was my cousin that got out of his crib and had to go to the bathroom. She looked over and he wasn’t there. After a little while she felt what felt like a small child climb up onto the bed and start jumping up and down and not shitting you, she even saw the impressions of feet on the mattress..yeah creepy stuff.

Also, doors are constantly opening and closing by themselves without any wind blowing.

fredthefishhh

Not my story, but my brother told me a few years ago he woke up in the middle of the night hearing his son crying his eyes out then a low man’s voice saying “shhh be quiet” then silence. He ran in to the room and the baby was asleep and no one else around, creeped me the Fuck out.

metalhead115

I moved into a new house over the winter. My first actual house I’ve owned on my own, so I was pretty stoked. And we just had our second kid just a week before signing, so we’re excited to get her room remodeled for her. Walls painted, floors redone, making this house ours. Of course we set up a baby monitor first thing, as the children’s rooms are on the opposite side of the house.

At first there were no issues. Baby didn’t enjoy the room during the day, she’d stare at the walls as if she didn’t like the pale purple paint. We painted them a nice orange that weekend. We also got a cat. That’s when things started getting weird.

The cat and the baby now had no problem with the room in the day. Our daughter was too young to do much other than be calm or fuss, but the cat was old enough to be a bit more expressive. All day she’d stare at the southeast corner of the room. At night she’d arch her back and hiss, as if threatened. We’d start hearing faint noises like talking over the monitor at night, but never loud or clear enough to make out.

I’m nothing if not a logical man. That corner had an old dresser that was rescued from an old Army hotel when it closed. Perhaps the cat could sense old smells it didn’t like. There was also the entrance to the crawlspace under that corner on the outside, so a lot of wires entered through there. Both children and small animals are sensitive to electromagnetic radiation. I went under the house and removed about 100 feet of extraneous wiring from Tue previous 

owner’s satellite TV, and rewired that section of the house to eliminate possible interference and replace old wires with shielded cable. We also moved the dresser. Just in case.

But the noises didn’t stop. They grew more frequent. The cat refused to go in the room during the day. It would sit awake in the crib all night, body between the baby and the rest of the room, eyes locked to that corner, occasionally growling or hissing. We stopped letting our son have his radio on at night, in case we were hearing that. As we met our neighbors we would ask if they had any small children, but none had baby monitors of their own.

We installed an alarm system, and I took to keeping my favorite rifle loaded by the bed. Occasionally the alarm would claim our daughter’s window would open, but no alarm would sound and we’d find it secure when checked. We ran out of explanations. We began letting our daughter sleep with us so she could get better rest.

For lack of a better option, I continued renovation. We finished the bathroom, started on other rooms, but didn’t do any more in the nursery. Out of a morbid curiosity, we left the baby monitor on at night. The noises still happened, but with that room being unused, they sounded almost sad. After a week or so without any use of that room whatsoever, I was lying awake after a long day at work, watching an episode of Bones. Out of nowhere, clear as 

day, a woman’s voice comes over the monitor and calmly says “It’s okay. I’m leaving now.” The monitor clicked off. We’ve had no problems since.

I talked to my wife about it, and we recalled one phrase the old owners said during the closing. They had their third kid and the house wasn’t big enough anymore. We had noticed a fair amount of construction material they left behind. “Well we had thought of an addition” she said looking at her husband, “but then there was that thing…” They didn’t make much eye contact after that.

mak5158

So, I am babysitting for my neighbor and I’m watching over the youngest boy while the rest of the family was at a soccer game. So, I put the kid in his room for a nap and proceeded to go sit on the couch and play on my phone. I keep hearing weird low sounds, like mumbles or whispers from a man with a deep voice, and I realize it’s coming from the baby monitor. I keep listening and I can hear the word “asleep” keep being mentioned from the whispers. I go up to his room and open the door and it is cold as fuck in the room and it got warm a few seconds after I step inside.

Mirambi

When I was 9-10 my parents would sometimes leave me home alone at my constant insistence because I assured them I was old enough and mature enough. Well, this backfired on me badly. My parents were out to dinner one night, and I decided I didn’t want to come because it was friday night and I loved the friday night Nickelodeon shows. While I was watching TV in the basement, I kept hearing this weird noise like a metallic scraping noise, like something metal grinding against wood. Eventually, I decided it wasn’t my imagination and turned the volume up on the monitor that was sitting next to me to hear what was going on in the living room. I heard it there too, except louder, and there were muffled noises that sounded like people talking.

Well, stupid me, I assumed that my parents were home early and they were messing with something on the porch. So I walked upstairs and through the window on the stairway landing, noticed my parents car wasn’t in the driveway, but there was this old beater parked on our street that was running but had the headlights off. This kind of set off alarm bells for me, because I couldn’t understand why someone would turn off their headlights unless they didn’t want to be noticed.

At this point, I started sneaking along, the voices outside were louder now and the scraping noises were still happening, plus there was now a faint banging. I approached the window next to the door and peeked through the blinds.. My heart felt like it stopped in my chest, it definitely wasn’t my parents. There were three guys I’d never seen before, all in their early 20s standing there looking at the door (my dad got a reinforced doorjamb because

where he lived when he was younger a guy broke into his house by shoulder barging). I was completely fucking frozen, I forgot to breathe and I had no idea what to do.

Eventually I must’ve made some kind of noise because suddenly one of the guys points his flashlight at the window I was peeking out at them from. As soon as the light hit my eyes I panicked and screamed. I bolted through the house, out the back door, down the stairs and ran for my neighbors house. I was banging on my neighbors backdoor screaming for help when my neighbor Mr. John comes to the door with a gun. He asks me what is going on and I explain whats happening at my house, he has me go inside with his wife and tell her to call the police and takes off hauling ass towards my house with his gun. I sat with his wife and played with their dogs until my parents showed up along with a few police officers in tow.

They never caught the guys who were trying to break in, because as soon as I screamed they hauled ass back to their car and peeled off, but every time I am home alone now I feel a profound sense of unease at random “bumps” in the night.

LionsVsChristians

My house was a two Level building, one monitor upstairs in the kitchen and one in the basement (the basement had a few bedrooms and a rumpus room). One day I was looking for my little sister to see if she wanted to play hotwheels with me (this was about 10 years ago). So I decided to use the upstairs monitor to talk to the downstairs monitor to see if my sister was down there. I pressed the talk button then pressed the listen button to hear for her answer.

All I heard was a young girl singing a soft song quietly. Almost sounded like ring around the Rosie but It wasn’t. Anyways freaked out as you would be I asked my older brother to come downstairs with me. When we get down there all I see is our rocking chair… Rocking. We quickly ran up stairs to find my little sister napping in her room. To this day my brother and I are spooked by it.

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