Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

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 Charlie would come in the room mom would say,”Oh, its getting cold in this room.” This made Charlie mad. Soon she would start pushing things off shelves and causing me to get in trouble. I would say “Charlie did it!” and mom would say “Oh yeah right!” Charlie became more and more mean.

One day Charlie just left. She just left. And these days I still get visited by her. She’s very cruel. She had picked me up and hit me and called me names. One day in the 6th grade I was taking a test and she came. She would pinch me and say things like “your gonna fail!” or “you cant do it!” Then five minutes later she hissed at me and that’s the last I’ve heard of Charlie.

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