Maybe He Wasnt So Imaginary
In my family, pretty much at one time or another, each of the female cousins has their own little cousin. Their own, meaning that the younger cousin won’t leave the older one alone. For me, my cousin on my father’s side is Jake.
He’s four, and I am confused about his old imaginary friend. At the Christmas party for my father’s side in 2008 (when he was almost three), I was playing some game with Jake in the game room/sewing room/fitness room when I noticed a huge shadow come up behind him. Of course, my first reaction was that my brother or one of my cousins had come in to the room to tell us that dinner was ready. I turned around so I knew who I could address, but no one was there. I looked back at Jake and he was talking to someone. The huge shadow was still behind him, but I don’t think that he saw it,…
My Bizarre Family
This is just a collection of bizarre things that have happened to either my mother, my brother, myself or my daughter.
My Mum:
- From a very young age, my mother would tell my grandparents about the man that would visit her. At first they assumed she had an imaginary friend, then as she continued to insist, they became concerned for her mental health. This all ended when my Papa walked into her room one night and saw a man sitting on the end of her bed. He apparently yelled at him and took a swing only for him to disappear. After this happened he recalled a similarity between the man in Mum’s room and his late father. Mum never saw him again.
-I am unsure how old Mum was, either in her pre-teens to early teens. My uncle and mother would walk home separately from school. One day, when they both had arrived my Uncle asked Mum where everyone…
The Beginning of My Hauntings
Well this is just one of my many paranormal experiences. I’m from California and I’m 16 and when I write this it is 2010. For as long as I can remember I’ve always had paranormal things happen to me and I believe that I get the ability to see, hear, and sense spirits from my father because he had many many paranormal things happen to him. But anyway here’s my story.
Fell when I was four I moved from San Jose, California to a tiny town two hours away. The house was nice, small but nice. It was the kind of suburban neighborhood where all the neighbors knew each other and respected one another. At the time when I moved in there were no children my age so I wasn’t social but I had a creative imagination or what I thought was my imagination.
I recall having an imaginary friend in my old home. I don’t remember all her features…
Scary Imaginary Friend
When I was young, age four, I had an imaginary friend named Jack. We had so much fun together, until things didn’t get very fun. Our favorite game was hide and seek (He was the best hider obviously).
One day while playing the game, Jack hid in my closet. He was especially connected to one of my toy trucks. I opened the closet door, and I actually found him! I said, “Why did you hide in a place that I always look first, Jack?” He said, “I like this truck.” Normally, I played with him, but before I met him, that was my favorite truck. I then realized how much I missed it. I asked, “Can I play with my truck now?” He said no. I asked why not, so he said, “I want it, so it’s my truck, plus I’m five years old.” I said, “I want my truck!” He then stood up aggressively, and said, “It is my…
Imaginary or a Real Ghost?
I am 19 now and it’s been six years now that my imaginary friend talks to me. I don’t know if she’s real or not but I’ve got a distinct feeling she’s an old woman. She follows me everywhere. How do I know? I can sort of feel another presence with me even when my friends aren’t around, she’s there with me. Walking beside me and for some reason I have the tendency to turn my head to look in just one direction even when I’m with my parents, she seems to be offering suggestions and her opinions.
I named her Kanna and she always suggests things to me as if she’s coaching me. She’s been around since I was thirteen. I don’t know if it’s just my imagination or if I’m just panicky, but I feel something watching me at night which makes it hard for me to sleep sometimes and to support this tale a bit, my family…
Mary and My Haunted Childhood
It started when I was the age of 5. We had moved into this new house and I wasn’t at all happy. I could remember me going into strops, screaming during the early hours of the morning of not wanting to leave all my early childhood friends. But the decision was made. We left during late December, a busy time of the year. And after moving in, I began to like the house. It wasn’t like the old one, it was bigger. It wasn’t posh but it was much nicer and cozy. I still live in this house and haven’t yet finished my childhood and nor has the paranormal activity.
But after about two months of living in our new home, or so my mother tells me, I began talking to my Imaginary Friend. I used to call her Mary. But often, my brother Darren would catch me saying Bloody Mary, and he’d bolt in the room and tell me…
Charlie Real or Not?
I grew up with friends and an older brother. I never saw my dad because he worked two jobs, even on the weekend. My mom was there but she was either on the phone, outside, or on the computer. My brother was at school or in his room most of the time. He’s 5 years older than me so we never got along very well.
When I was 6 or 7 I had an imaginary friend named Charlie. She was always with me. We’d play, do homework, sleep, and even swim and bathe together. We were like sisters.
One day I was telling my mom about Charlie and mom didn’t believe me. She said when I first was born I had a “friend” that I liked to play with. She said that I’ve also had a very vivid imagination that sometimes got wild. So she left the subject alone.
Me and Charlie went on with our lives together. Every time…
My Paranormal Childhood
I have been a believer of the paranormal since the age of three. Probably younger. I’ve been told stories of my toddler days of having an imaginary friend and being scared out of my wits by something unseen. Now at the age of 17, these are some of my stories of my rather interesting childhood.
When I was about two years old, I had what many probably had at that age: an imaginary friend. I called him Howard. My parents assumed it was normal, so they played along with my “broad imagination”. For example: once my dad watching a football game. I walk into the family room and said, “Hey, Dad! What are you doing?” “Watching football, “he replied. I smiled and said, “Howard likes football, too. Don’t you, Howard?” My mom said that I smiled and looked at the upper corner of the ceiling as if somebody was up there. She still took it for play… But one day,…
The Forest Cabin
It all started when I was six years old. I was really lonely as a child, my parents neglected me a lot for my younger sister, so I was left by myself; I used to have imaginary friends, which I have recently discovered weren’t so imaginary.
I would always play in the backyard for hours by myself. We lived out of town, in a forest cabin, we mysteriously won the lottery one day, so we didn’t have to work. My parents loved the forest so they thought it would be nice to live there. I never liked it because I always saw things in the forest… I never thought much of it though.
While I was playing outside with my ball and it rolled into the forest. Hesitating, I followed. I slowly walked in and picked up my ball, for it to just be slapped right out of my hand. Shocked, I took a step back. The wind then blew…
Tim and Terrifying Events of My Childhood
When I was 4 years old my family moved to a house in south Carolina. I had at that time 2 older brothers and a younger brother and sister. My oldest brother and I shared a room. The first couple of nights were fine. But after the first week I was in my room with my brother trying to sleep and I heard knocking sounds on the closet door. The door would then open and a human figure would come out this THING had a HUGE smile not human like. I would pray to God for guidance the entity would sometimes go away and sometimes the face would turn into a scary monster. That experience happened quite often.
Also in the middle of the night as I woke up about every night at 2:55 am and I would get this gut feeling of dread and all of a sudden a face would appear at the foot of the top bunk.…
Figment of a Childhood Imagination or Ghost?
First, I am skeptical of ‘ghosts’, I write this not believing in any sort of spiritual world, but, things have happened in my past I cannot explain, I hope this site can.
All my life I have had a very overactive imagination, as a child I didn’t really get along with my peers preferring my own company, I had my own friends at home anyway. These friends were imaginary, they would come and go men, women, children, some would come one day and I would never see them again, others stayed.
One girl in particular, Carol. She never talked, I named her this, as I first found her at Christmas time. My parents would encourage me to make friends at school or with girls on my street. I told them I already had friends, they worried, of course they worried, I was eight years old and had never had a friend around to tea, never been to someone’s birthday party.…
Imaginary Friends not Just a Vivid Imagination
I have always been a strange person. Obviously, there has always been a bit of a storyteller in me, for I always have something new to say and always have the best way to present it. I have always believed in spirits. I have always felt them, and at a young age, seen them. (Not just that but still to this day, I’ve heard them.) I’m not as sensitive as some people, but I’m sensitive none the less.
As a little girl, had plenty of imaginary friends. I had one “imaginary friend” who’s name was Sally. Sally was a boy. Sally the Ghost Sword was what I called him (full name being Salvador) and my parents told me that I had often talked to him, sitting in my room. It turns out, that I’d had a conquistador ancestor, now I’m not quite sure if that was him or not, but I know that once we’d moved away I never saw…
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