When I was young, about six years old, I would talk to a girl named Shelly. I remember she had long, wavy brown hair and very pretty green eyes. She ‘lived’ in what back then was the playroom. Shelly told me she was eleven but really wanted to be thirteen, but that “She could never do that”. I was really confused but played with her anyway. I don’t think I ever told my parents about her either.
One day Shelly and I were sitting just talking (I don’t remember what about) when she started crying. I was worried for her and asked why. She only replied “I miss them!” I would later find out who she was talking about.
She would teach me about stuff like an older sister would, and she comforted me when I had nightmares.
I would talk to her at mealtimes and my parents just figured I was playing.
I was at age 3 when I remembered having this friend named Manong (in Asian that means “Sir”). My parents were doing laundry in the kitchen and they left me alone in my room with my TV on. I was on my bed sucking on my bottle when my window opened. A cold wind flew in. A figure of a man appeared. We talked and laughed. We became friends and I knew all about him. My mom came inside my room and asked me who I was talking to. I said “Manong? He’s my new best friend!” my mom gave me a weird look and left. After she left Manong came back.
In the morning’s I would get a plate and fill it with food. I would go outside and leave it on this oak tree we had. I told my mom about it and she actually believed me. She never saw Manong? But only I did. I was his …
It was the first time I experienced being around a ghost. At the time I didn’t realize it was a ghost but after a while I got onto it when strange things started happening and my so called imaginary friend started hurting me. So here it goes.
Being an only child was pretty lonely at times. Having nobody to play with but your toys and your self. I remember it very clear, a lot of it disturbed my education.
Well I had just turned four years old and my mother and father decided to move house. We moved in this big mansion, my mother and father were rather well off. After 6 months it was up and running with 2 Servants 2 Maids, a cleaner, Guards, it was a wish come true
Anyways when the mansion was decorated and all fixed up and done I started playing in my room alone. Of course with my new Teddy Bear. I heard …
Linda and I met in the year 2007. The first time I met her, she seemed to be a very shy, sober and a timid person. I used to encourage her not to be shy and speak her mind and helped her to be a courageous person. Linda and I used to stay at the same house with my family. I was very happy to have her but the more time I spent with her, I got to know weird things about her. She often tells me that she has a ghost friend in this house and she talks to that ghost everyday and yes, I have seen her talking to someone alone in her room. But there was no one present there.
Whenever I asked her if it is true that she has a ghost friend then she used to say “No its just a joke”. But then again she will be like “whatever I said was true, but …
When I was little I had an imaginary friend called James. He was 14 and always sat in my room. He never left unless I asked him but one day I was talking to him my mum came in my room looking for something I asked her and she told me she looking for the boy I was talking to. I talked her he was my invisible friend as I laughed with him standing next to her poking her hips.
When I was 4 I started school and always brought James with me and he would help me with my work making me laugh when he moved the teacher things. But I would be called a freak and made fun of for the only on having an imaginary friend so I never talked to James at school or when friends came over.
When I was eight I stopped seeing him but I always felt him and only saw him in …
My son has been playing with an invisible little girl. At first I thought it was an imaginary friend and when he described her he was just being extra descriptive. A Blonde haired blue eyed girl in a pink dress… Named Sally.
We just moved into a “new for us” house and my son has the back corner room with a small walk in closet.
When he first described her to me, he was sitting in our back yard on the porch swing. I heard him talking and asked who he was talking to? And when he described her, my three year old described her like he was looking directly at her and that I was silly for even asking. When I sat next to “them” I had to scoot over because I wasn’t giving her enough room and when I leaned over to kiss my baby he told me I was pushing her.
My mom is 34 years old, and she just had her first child. It was a beautiful girl named Brianna. Brianna was about 5 months old when she had her second child. It was a boy named Tyler.
After Tyler learned to walk we moved into a beautiful home. It was a blue house with a dark green roof and a beautiful front garden. So we unpacked and got settled in. We even got two kittens named Iris and Celeste. I was finished unpacking in my room, so I decided to call my friend Keya over. When I called them, I heard the phone ringing on the other end. Someone picked up. I said, “Keya! Hi it’s Jenna you need to come over to see our new house!” No one answered back. I said, “Hello?” And all I heard was nothing but this static sound. Then the phone made a beeping noise and a weird monotone voice said, “Sorry, this …
I’ve always been very sensitive to some things that others couldn’t feel. I live with a very skeptical family and I have very skeptical friends, so I haven’t had the occasion to talk about this much (I actually only told this story to my best friend). My friends always used to make fun of me when we went down to the park near their house, which was built on an old Burgundian cemetery (the Burgundians were a Germanic tribe that came to my city around the time the Roman empire fell). I felt things there that I couldn’t explain, and sometimes I refused to go because I just couldn’t stand being there. My friends never understood why so they left me out quite often.
I must’ve been about ten or eleven years old when I had my first real ghost experience. I got up one morning and I was still lying in bed with my eyes half closed when I …
Well… I guess I should start when the house my family lives in now was being built. I was in the place where my room now is. I just randomly felt like I was being watched and I got really cold. For the rest of the day I had a very bad head ache (let me tell you now. I have terrible spelling, so bare with me.)
A little while after we moved in I got an ‘imaginary’ friend. She has dark brown hair and dark eyes. Wore a simple white dress that flows around her. She didn’t have a name she wanted, so even to this day I call her Amanda. I was almost 7. She looked around my age.
One of the strangest things that I have noticed about Amanda is that she grew up. When I was 7, she was 7. I am now 13 and she looks around my age. She has been relatively harmless. The …
When I made my first imaginary friend I was about ten years old (I think her name was Jane). She would hang around with one of her friends. Jane had dark long brown hair with green eyes without glow and she wore a long sleeved white dress with a light blue ribbon tied around her waist. Jane looked like an angel, but her other friend had nearly the same looks as Jane she had long darkish brown hair (Almost black), and she had dark blue eyes without glow, she also wore a long sleeved white dress only with a yellow ribbon tied around her waist. So I didn’t want to be Jane’s friend anymore, maybe because of jealousy. So Jane and her “friend” left me, my friends and my family alone and left the house.
When I was eleven years old I met a new friend she told me her name was Chloe. She has long blonde hair and she …