5 Creepy Tales Of Imaginary Friends
āWhen my daughter was three she had an imaginary friend named Kelly who lived in her closet. Kelly sat in a little rocking chair while she slept, played with her, etc. Typical imaginary friend shit. Anyway, fast forward two years, the wife and I are watching the new Amityville (the one with Ryan Reynolds) and our daughter walks out right when dead girl goes all black eyed. Far from being disturbed she said āThat looks like Kelly.ā āKelly who?ā we say āYou know the dead girl that lived in my closet.āā
āWhen I was younger, I had an imaginary friend who lived in this massive antique dresser. Weād chill out, and I vividly remember him telling me stories, although I have no recollection of what they actually were.
I remember one day talking to my parents about it, and when I started telling him about my dresser buddy, he wanted to know his name. It was something innocent like Peter or Patrick, but I can still see him going white in the face.
I drew Peter/Patrick out for him, and the very next day him and my uncle took out that dresser and burned it. It wasnāt until a few years later when I found out my Dadās little brother (my uncle) also had the same friend with the same name who lived in the same antique dresser. After a few months of the typical imaginary friend shit, my uncle started having night terrors and couldnāt sleep because of Peter/Patrick. It got so bad that they had to move him out of his room before he managed to get back to normal.ā
āWhen my son was about 3, he had an imaginary friend in his room who he used to talk to all the time. He would tell us stories about things she would tell him, and weād hear him chatting to her at bed time. We thought it was pretty cute.
After a few months, my son said he wasnāt friends with her anymore. We figured he was over his phase of āseeingā her, so were surprised to hear him still talking to her at night. Then he started not wanting to go to bed and having really bad dreams.
At some point, we ended up asking a lot of questions about her. We had assumed she was a little girl, but apparently she was 47. She lived in the wall and he stopped being friends with her because she wanted him to call her mummy (her name was something like Margaret). She wanted him to come and live in the wall with her.
He had told her he didnāt want to talk to her anymore and she wouldnāt go away. We eventually moved, and he stopped talking about her.ā
āI used to break into houses as a little kid. I lived in a really run-down part of town with a huge amount of foreclosed and empty houses. So, I would pry off the window screens and if the windows were unlocked, I would crawl inside them. I was maybe like 5 or 6.
In one abandoned house, there was always this young Hispanic girl hanging out in the upstairs bathroom. I would go up there, and she would talk to me and weād play tag and hide-and-go seek and truth or dare. Iād always invite her home for dinner but she said she couldnāt leave because she had to wait for her mom to come home. I guess it made sense to me at the time, but when I think back, there was nothing in that house. Not even silverware in the kitchen drawers. The carpets were all mildewed and it was seriously empty. I donāt think she could have really been there.ā
āI have a niece Iām taking care of while her mother is in the hospital. Her father died before she was born, and her mother was diagnosed with cancer. Sheās has imaginary friends, which is okay with me. But when they tell her to finish her dinner quickly to play and ask her to stay up all night, it worries me.
She started crying when they were playing because they said they will not be here anymore when she turns six. So a week before her birthday, her āfriendsā brought her up near this cliff we live by and told her they could be together if she jumped. She refused. All the while, I was making dinner and when I noticed her gone, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. I found her sitting on the edge of the cliff. She said, āI donāt wanna jump. Itās gonna hurt bad. I get to see mommy if I do? But what about aunt? Can she go?ā This was when I stepped in and picked her up and said we had to go eat dinner. As we left, she was waved bye to the cliff.ā