Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

The Sister I Never Had

I grew up an only-child, in a lonely old house in the country; my father often away on business, my mother sickly and unable to attend.

But, the funny thing is, I’ve never felt alone. That’s because I wasn’t alone – even though there were no other children in the house – I always had someone to play with. There was a little boy, an older boy that was his brother, and a little girl that looked quite a bit like me.

The girl’s name was Abigail – and she and I were the best of friends. There were a good number of other children too, but these children – Abigail, the little boy Michael, and the older boy Johnathan – were the ones I played with the most.

My mother often told me that I should stop playing with my imaginary friends; it made her uncomfortable; but she didn’t see them herself.

Abigail was a ginger, like me, blue-gray …