09/14/14

Reader Submission: Imaginary Friend?

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“My story isn’t exceptionally frightening, but it’s been a bit of a discovery for me. I’ve only recently figured this out.

Anyway, when I was younger, maybe four or five, I had this single imaginary friend called Claire. She wasn’t like a typical four year old’s imaginary friend. She didn’t have any super powers, nor did she wear any cool clothes. She was an ordinary girl with short brown hair and a champagne pink colored dress that was kind of old fashioned.

One particular thing I remember about Claire is that she was barefoot, all the time. I don’t remember ever playing with Claire. She was just there, with me, everyday. I don’t know about you, but I find it strange that she looked like she was from a different era, maybe 50 or so years before I was born. How can a four year old picture a person like that with so much detail?

I would often converse with Claire. My mum would catch me, often in the hallway of our home, chatting away. My mum knew about Claire so she knew what I was doing. Recently, my mum told me that one time she found me sitting in the hallway, crying and holding my knee. I had grazed it somehow and she asked me what happened. I replied, still crying, that Claire had pushed me over. Mum was a little creeped out, but she brushed it off as me blaming my imaginary friend for something I did myself.

Only this kept happening. Mum would find me with a new scratch or bruise every so often, and every time she asked me what happened I would say the same thing: Claire pushed me over. One time my mum actually found what looked like a hand shaped bruise on my back when she was giving me a bath. Mum was getting really stressed and quite scared.

Thankfully, Claire seemed to just disappear one day. Although 12 years later, I still feel as though someone is behind me every time I walk down my hallway.”

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05/10/14

Reader Submission: The Imaginary Friend

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“My dad owns a triplex and we always lived in one apartment as a kid while he rented the other two. When I was around 4 or 5 years old, my cousin and I started playing with a girl named Bridget. She was around our age, although she did seem really shy. I didn’t know this until years later, but apparently our parents assumed she was an imaginary friend because they had no clue who we were talking about. One day Bridget just stopped showing up.

Fast forward about ten years…one of dad’s tenants was mega pregnant, had her baby, came back a few days later, and was talking to dad. She asked kind of nervously if dad thought the house was haunted. He shrugged, said he believed it was possible, and then ‘Why do you ask?’ She kind of relaxed when he said he believed it was possible and told him this:

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