Many cultures believe in the idea of reincarnation or transmigration of the soul and naturally there are many stories related to this topic. Some people are reminded of a past life by a strange birthmark, while others are haunted by distant, dream-like memories that they cannot get out of their heads. But the most creepy stories about reincarnation, as a rule, belong to children, who sometimes describe their past lives in such detail that you subconsciously begin to doubt the reality of being.
I have prepared the most interesting, in my opinion, children's stories about the reincarnation of the human spirit, but believe them or not, it's up to you.
Veteran
- We named our eldest son after a Marine who served with my husband and died in action during their last operation.
On that day, we drove to the house of my daughter-in-law, past the military base, where my husband's colleague was actually buried. Our three-year-old son has never been to his grave, but when we passed by, our son told us, as if nothing had happened:
- We end our conversation and ask him to repeat it.
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"We had never even been to that part of town with him, and he had no idea that the cemetery even existed."
Scottish pub
- When I was about four years old, my parents and I went on a trip to Scotland for the first time. We stopped at a roadside pub in a small village in Cairngorms. I got out of the car and said, 'Oh, my favorite place,' which my parents considered a little strange.
- They sat down and drank, and dad looked around and asked: "Where is the toilet?"
- I jumped up, took him by the hand and led him straight to the toilets, which were actually hidden behind a fake wall. Again, my parents were a little alarmed, but assumed that I saw them as we walked to the table.
- Then things got even stranger. I told my mother how I liked coming here and sitting by the fireplace. In fact, there was no fireplace in the pub, so my mother laughed and asked me, “What kind of fireplace? - I pointed to the wall and said he was there before. She shrugged, but then I continued and went into details. I claimed to have lived here before and came to the pub almost every day. I was friends with the owner, Fred.
- My mom went to one of the bar staff and asked if there was a man named Fred, to which he replied:
Farmer
“When my son was five years old, we all dined at a popular restaurant whose walls are decorated with old farm equipment.
As we sat at the table and waited for our order, my son pointed a finger at the sophisticated equipment and began to explain to me what it is and what exactly it is used for harvesting. My husband and I stared at him in confusion and I said:
- From his answer, goosebumps ran down my spine:
"And then he flinched, as if remembering some painful injury before picking up his peanut butter sandwich."