True Ghost Tales

Was Grace Really Just Imaginary?

I was 4 when we moved into “Bobby House”. Bobby House was the Victorian style house on the corner of Oak street that had 3 floors and a turret. We called it the Bobby House because my dads boss, Bobby, gave it to us. Like I said, I was 4. Here’s my story . . .

“I’m gonna beat you Vanny!” I chased my older brother as we ran out of our car and into the new house. I ran as fast as I could to the second floor where the bedrooms were and into the one bedroom with a window seat. About a week later our furniture came. And so did Eleanor and the others. There were 4 girls and 6 boys in total. Eleanor, Grace, Mary, Lorena, Paul, Morgan, Calvin, John, Owen, and Edward. Eleanor and Grace were 11, Mary was 10, Lorena, Paul and John were 8, Morgan was 15, Calvin was 12 and Owen was 6. …

Killer Imaginary Friend

This story is absolutely true. It happened to me and my twin sister, Charrol. She and I where six, and loved to play dolls. Our family moved to a house in southern Ohio.

Charrol and I began to share an imaginary friend. Our parents thought it was super cute because we would always fight over who got to be “Tara’s” friend for the day. Tara would play dolls with us and drink tea at our tea parties.

After about a year mom and dad decided to tell us that Tara wasn’t real. Charrol wouldn’t have it. She said that Tara was real and that she was very nice. I never thought that my parents would lie to me but didn’t want to give up Tara. I believed my parents.

That night I heard a voice that said, “How dare you Believe your parents! They are wrong! I am here!” And after that I felt something grab my hair and pull …

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, …

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 …

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 …

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 …

My Daughters Scary Friend and an Evil Doll

One day my daughter Sarah started crying. So I walked over to her and she was pointing at our counter top. I looked up but saw nothing. She whined and said, “Mom he’s scaring me!”

A couple day later Sarah started moaning in her sleep and would run into my room screaming. I would gently shake her trying to wake her up but most of the time she would point behind me and cry. I started to get worried and I would ask her what she sees. She would say “He’s small and round with queer black eyes.” I would immediately picture a rat or a shrew that I wasn’t seeing but she would complain “No he’s Kyle.”

The next few weeks odd things would happen. Sarah would start to mumble stuff like “No Sarah I just want you to come with me.” or “Sarah but it’s a fun place. You would enjoy it here where no one can hurt …

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 …

Rosie The Ghost Girl

This story happened years ago. I can’t remember the exact age I think probably about ten years old. Anyway I’m fifteen now. By the way I like to tell you that this is all true, it’s probably a coincidence but I like other people to know and see what they think.

Years before I was born, when my grandma was only ten or so, she had a cousin named Rosie. Rosie died from cancer around the age of eleven or twelve and my grandma was devastated, she still gets upset now if I mention her.

Growing up I was always fascinated ghosts and sprits. I used to see them everywhere. I never had many friends but one of the ghosts that I saw was a girl who I called Rosie. She was there all my life. My dad even told me I was talking about her since I could speak. I loved Rosie but because the rest of my family …

Strange Experiences with Imaginary Friends

When I was a small child, around 3 or 4 years old, I had an imaginary friend named “Lincoln.” Lincoln was a bearded white male dressed as a king in very fancy velvet clothes with a fur cloak and a golden crown. He told me about his adventures in Madagascar, and about the crocodiles there. My mother told me that this detail was the first clue that Lincoln was maybe not entirely fiction, since my family were uneducated, working-classed people living in the rural south with only two TV stations she had no idea how I could have heard of Madagascar or crocodiles.

Anyhow, Lincoln often brought with him a boy named “Timothy.” Timothy had chains around his wrist, neck, and ankles, looked very malnourished, and had a pale purple-blue skin tone like he had drowned or been choked. The chain connected Timothy to Lincoln, but Timothy and I got along really well and would often play. Lincoln was very …