Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

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 domineering. I do not remember this, but my mother says that sometimes the TV would come unplugged while we were watching it, and I would giggle and say that Lincoln did it.

One time, I was playing with a friend in my room, and I told her about Lincoln. She didn’t believe me. I asked Lincoln to close the door… both the door to the room and the closet door slammed shut. The girl started screaming and crying, and could not open the door to get out. It was not until my aunt opened it that she was able to leave, and she never came back!

Sometimes Lincoln would scare me. He would come to my bedside at night and show me images… like a movie… of flowers or animals or patterns of candy or just colors like a kaleidoscope. This was usually pleasant. But sometimes, he would speak, and his voice would echo inside my head unbearably… “hello… hello… hello… I’m here… I’m here… I’m here…”  I could not make it stop. I would go sit on the bathroom floor and hold my head for half the night. I was four or five.

When I was six years old, my uncle was supposed to pick me up from school, but for some reason couldn’t. I walked around outside the building looking for any of my relatives, and eventually sat down in the playground, despondent. Timothy then appeared, and told me that he’d walk me home. I had always been driven to school, because it was a great distance from home… but we walked it. Timothy told me how to go, and when I got just outside of my house he disappeared. My mother was frantic… they were all so shocked that I just walked home on my own. That was the last time that I saw either Lincoln or Timothy.

I am reminded of this, because the topic came up in a conversation with one of my friends from university (I am currently a graduate student). We had gone together to Lillydale, New York for a birthday psychic reading – the first either of us had – and it was an incredibly amazing experience. As we drove home, the topic of the paranormal came up, and I remembered my encounter with my “imaginary” friends. As I spoke of Lincoln, I felt fine, but when I mentioned Timothy, a pins-and-needles feeling hit me at my knees and all along the back of my head… which I have begun feeling now as I write this. She started asking me questions about him… why was he blue… and I could not speak. She asked me if he drowned, and I could only shake my head no. She asked if he had been choked and I recalled marks on his throat… and I felt really dizzy and badly. We dropped the subject.

One day months later we were sitting together having lunch, and she brought it up again. Again, I felt… a malevolence. It’s really scary… and I wonder what had happened to me. I’ve had other paranormal encounters in my life, but I’ve been quite skeptical. But certain events surrounds the death of a loved one, that reading at Lilydale, and several bizarre coincidences have left me wondering about it. And now, during a study break, I was scooting around youtube and watched an episode of paranormal state. Which lead me to do some research on imaginary friends, which led me to this site.

Any feedback would be terrific! I’ll check back for comments. I would put my email here, but in academia, people really think poorly of you for believing in such things… it can hurt your career. Thanks.   
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