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When I was little I had an imaginary friend named Shiloh but I called him Shyshy. He was my age when I first seen him but he didn't grow with me. He wore a white shirt, grey sweatpants, and had blonde hair. We played together all the time and he would put me up to meanness. Anything I did wrong was always Shyshy. He was in my life from 3- 8 and I really saw him, but he left after we moved.
He would talk about his life and about how his mommy didn't love him and how she smothered him.
Maybe I should have posted this in the ghost section...
When I was around 10 or 11 I was bullied in school so I had no friends. I loved Pokemon too (still do) and had a pokemon as my friend called Shaymin. I think he went away when I moved school. His last words were " You'll make friends besides me " and disappeared. I cried for the night :-(
When I was little, I truly believed in monsters. I hated the dark and would dread having the lights turned out. I believed there were these two shapeshifting monsters that would come out from under my bed and try to smother me, and then there was a tiny swarm of monster bugs that would come out from a vent near my bed. I was always scared, everynight. And then I started seeing him. I saw very tall man in a black hooded cloak with glowing orange eyes and a battle-axe head on a staff would come through my door and just stand there. He didn't have a face, just eyes and an empty hood. He wouldn't do anything. He just watched. But as soon as he came through the door, all the monsters would go away. Of course, me being the small child thought he was going to kill me. But he never did. He just watched and made sure all the monsters went away before leaving and shutting the door behind him. This was whenever I was six and seven. Now, I looked back and realized that he was protecting me. He never got any thanks, I always thought he was going to kill me. But he kept coming back everynight anyway. I have a name for him now. Grimm. We talk a bit, not a bunch, mostly whenever I'm afraid or lying awake at night. I know he isn't real, but he helps whenever things get tough. He's my Prince of Darkness, and he gets rid of the monsters.
thanks for listening to my rant.
I had an imaginary friend named Jessica when I was about 5. For some reason, my younger sister didn't like Jessica. One day, we were in the car, and my sister turned to me and said, "Hey, where's Jessica now?" I said, "She's right here next to me." My sister looked at the empty seat, made a gun with her fingers, and said "BANG. Now she's not." I was hysterical.
I had about 100 imaginary dog friends. I even had a list of all their names and breeds. When I went grocery shopping with my parents, I would buy them imaginary food and gear. When I had to ride in the car/on a bus for any distance, I would believe they were running along side the road, dealing with whatever obstacles happened to be there.
I had an imaginary friend when I was little. Her name was Copelia and she could turn into a doll. She wore a knee-length pink dress, and she had long, blonde hair(it was strictly dip-dyed pink). We would always dance and swim and I took her with me everywhere. I still love her, though in a different way. She helped me to make REAL friends, whom I ALSO love to this day. Sometimes when I'm nervous, I can almost hear her whispering in my ear to just be brave and be myself. Without Copelia, I wouldn't be where I am today. Thank you, friend.
when i was little my fingers were siblings and all had different personalities. Thumb was the strongest but also the most gentle, the next 3 fingers were very close perhaps triplets, and pinky was the only girl so she got picked on a lot by the 3 brothers, thumb was the only one that could control them, and he often stood up for pinky, although he was close with his brothers as well. Sometimes they would wonder why he always stood up for her, but understood it was because he was a nice guy.
Up until the age of 8 I had an imaginary friend that was a fairy named "Mandy", and for whatever reason I always thought that she was my older self.
I have a deviantART account and a while ago, I bought an adoptable that is now my main character. I use her for writing stories and drawing and stuff.
I don't have many friends in real life or on the internet. :/ So while I was writing stories and drawing my newly adopted character, I sorta just made her my imaginary friend, because I was bored, I guess.
She's still my imaginary friend, to this day. c: Her name is Caramel Ame, because her hair color gradually changes from a dark chocolate brown to a cute, caramel candy color.
When I was 5, I saw the Wizard of Oz for the first time. Then I made up my imaginary friend Mary who was exactly like the Wicked Witch of the West, but she was named after Mary Poppins. She had green skin, blonde hair, and was very beautiful. Guess I thought that skin and hair combination was beautiful at 5. She had a nemesis named Janet, who would always tattle on her. I threw Janet in the trash can a little while later because I hated her and never saw her again. I made up lots of stories about Mary, her husband Willy (after Willy Wonka), and their three daughters Kelly, Sally, and Erica. I made up LOTS of stories about them, and started writing them down at age 18. She was either a Wicked Witch, a vampire, a crocodile, an alien, etc. You name it, Mary was it at some point. Mary stayed around until I was 27 (I'm serious) and she only left because she said that I needed to write stories about other people.
I used to belive that there was a man and my mom would call It ``the man`` so if I wasn't listening she would pretend to call him and I would freak out and it works on all my sisters
I had an imaginary friend when i was about 3 or 4. his name was guy-guy. He was a troublemaker. every time my mom asked "Did you draw on the walls?" I answered "No, guy-guy did it."
When I was little I used to sit up a read stories ou loud with my windows wide open. This was in hopes that Peter Pan would come along and take me to Neverland. I really didn't want to grow up. So every morning for about 4 years I was disappointed but I thought that maybe he didn't hear me.
I used to believe that 'The Doctor' was real and I dreamt every night that he would show up and rescue me. I am now 13 nearly 14 and still believe this. My friends and family are worried about me...
When I was younger, I had several imaginary friends who were my brother and sisters (I'm an only child). My favourite was Shiloh, the youngest, and sometimes I still talk to her whenever I've had a bad day...
As a kid I believed that the mice from the movie "Bernard & Bianca" where my friends and lived in my closet. I secretly brought them food that i placed in my wardrobe. Several years later in my teens I told my mom this and she finaly understood why there had been so much mice my closet.
When I was very young I never had showers and so I was usualy in the bath. When my mum was washing my hair i was looking on the ledge next to the window and i imagened a boy with a trunk as a nose so i named him trunky. When i didnt feel like talking about him i would always say Trunkys on holidays gone to australia when we live in australia!
When i was little i had a bunch of little puppies that would follow me all over the place. i had a favorite one that had a blue sweater on. the last memory i have of them is them running behind my parents car while we were going on a long car ride. i don't think i imagined them after that... maybe it was my mind telling me that it was time to leave my imaginary friends behind and be a big girl.
i guess i had an imaginary friend. he wasn't very friendly though. i saw him a lot more when i was like three. he never told me his name no matter how many times i asked. he always said 'sir' was fine. he was pretty tall and skinny and always wore a suit. he looked pretty normal except he didn't have a face and when he talked to me, i heard him in my head. we never really played games or anything though. he tought me how to draw and how to play the piano. i remember he never let me touch him. every time i got close he'd vanish but i'd hear him say to me in my head that if i tried that again he'd leave me forever. i would see him a lot in my dreams too. he would always call me by a different name in every dream. once he called my by my father's name in a dream and when i asked him why he called me that, he said to take it as it is. what does that even mean?? i'm fifteen now and i see him less and less. the one thing that bugged me was he had people of his own that he could see and i couldn't. he would talk to them all the time but i couldn't see or hear them. i thought it was a game but he said it was just work. i guess even imaginary people need imaginary friends of their own.
When I was in kindergarden I had an imaginary friend named "Noname". I truely believed in him. He would accompany me to school and he even had his own desk. looking back I am surprised and gratefull that everyone went along with it.