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I used to have an imaginary friend who was the ghost of a sixteenth century teenager. What was funny was my real life friends knew about him, and imagined they were hanging out with him too, he became a community imaginary friend. One time I called my real friend and asked her send my imaginary friend back over to my house. Her dad decided to be mean and tell us he hit him with the car and killed him. But we didn't care because he'd been dead for centruies before her dad ran him over.
im 11 and about 1 month ago i had this wierd nightmare thatt i was sitting down on the stairs with my dog bracken and there wuz this ghost with the body of somthing out like an old retro video game and the face of the ex**sist, dont like sayin it, im a lil creeped out from it,
and then it came out this door at top of the stairs and ate my dog. the next day i remembered an old imaginary friend of mine: ghostDog that i had for about a year b4 i got bracken cos i so wanted a dog, some times he was an invisible german sheperd but somtimes he was a cavalier king charles.
the next day i saw the thing again, not rly saw it but imagined it but it wuz realistic, and ghostdog ame along and bit it up, the bracken came in the room. now i cant walk into a room without someone going in b4 bcos i think that the ghost will come and GhostDog will have to come and kill it againn.
when i was very young i had an imaginary friend. when people asked me where she was id say that she traveled through space to her home, or she was in the closet or somethin. nobody else knew her name, i wont tell u either! ha ha ha!
When I was little (4-7) I used to have an imaginary friend, named Missy. I used to "play" outside for hours, pushing an empty swing and/or playing tag with nobody. I also used to have conversations with Missy all the time, in my room.
Anyway, the day I was moving I got really upset because I thought that I had to leave Missy back in my old home.
Before I moved I used to talk about Missy to my parents and to all my friends.
Then when I was about 10 or 11, my dad told me that my old house was haunted, and they thought that when I talked about Missy I was actually talking about something that walked around my room at night. Of course he would never tell me this when I was younger so I wouldn't freak out.
The thing is I don't know to this day if my dad told the truth or just being yah know..........A DAD.
When i was around 6 or 7 we had a garden out the front. i always thoguth it was really pretty, and would play Fairy Schools, because there were a lot of rose bushes and small leafy green trees so it was like a little rainforest room. One day i invented a fairy friend called Christabelle. Everyday we would go to 'school' and get our name marked off the roll, and just spend a lot of time making daisy friendship bracelets. I did this almost every day for around 2 years lol and sometimes i still go into the special rainforest room and be with Christabelle. Even older kids can imagine!
When I was younger, my imaginary friend was Sirius Black from the Harry Potter series. I pretended that he went everywhere with me, and often told my parents what he had said to me that day at the dinner table. Then one day I was sitting on the stairs talking to him, and he suddenly just walked through the wall and disappeared. I yelled "sirius come back" and tried to follow him but of course I ran into the wall. I never could manage to replace him.
I used to think wall outlets looked like little faces (eyes and mouth), and so I would talk to them sometimes!
My older brother, when he was about 5, used to seriously believe that he had a big brother who he had never met, this brother lived on the next street to our nan and he drove a red car.
My little brother has always seen a money looking and laughing at him in one of our great grans paintings (the painting is of hunters on horses runing through a forest), he also thought that a dinosaur followed us everytime we went on the motorway, he would always be screaming and be adamant that a dinosaur was following us and got angry and upset when we couldn't see it!
When I was young, my imaginary friends were usually from Sonic the Hedgehog. For some reason, I would always make bets with them, and when I did, Sonic would come out of this invisible door that appeared in thin air and would give me money if I one the bet (This mostly happened in the bathroom). I sometimes still do this today.
At this time I've an imaginary friend, who, really, isn't very 'friendly'. He is a clown - like evil spirit with red puffy hair, blue eyes and super pale skin. He often never wears clothing, except a wrapping of cloth below his abdomen and around his buttocks. He looks as if he has absolutely no fat on his body whatsoever. My usual way of communicating with him is either through my thoughts or by singing or playing the piano. He is hardly ever really kind to me, and often puts me down about things. But whenever I ask him to help me or encourage me to do something, he is more than happy to oblige. He follows me everywhere I go, usually appearing behind my shoulder, whispering things in my ear. I've yet to know his name.
on saint patty's day back in 1st grade my teacher brought in a jar filled with leaves and said her friend from ireland sent it to her and there was a leprechaun in it. everyone wanted a chance to see the jar and they all said "i saw a hand!" or "i saw a foot!" of course they were lying but at the time i believed them. when it was my chance i went to see it and i didnt see a hand or foot or any trace of the leprechaun. i was so upset that that afternoon when i went home i cried because i thought the leprechaun hated me.
I had an imaginary friend when I was 4, and me and my imaginary friend came up with this great idea that we were gonna take my dad's truck and drive it to my aunt's house and try on all her clothes while she was sleeping I have no idea why..so I told my real friend jessie about this idea and she thought it was cool so on my 5th birthday I had a sleepover and she spent the night. We waited for my parents to go to sleep and then we climbed on a chair unlocked the top lock and went out and climbed in the back of my dad's truck then the alarm went off and they woke up and we got in trouble. Those damn imaginary friend's are such bad influences.
I had an imaginary friend, and he went everywhere with me, and I talked to him every second i was awake. One day, I got in a huge fight with him, flushed him down the toilet, and that was the end. I could never replace him even if I tried, and i was mad at myself for flushing him.
I never replaced him because it was too hard, but I guess I eventually grew out of trying to find somebody else.
I'm 20, and I've had an imaginary friend for as long as I can remember. Before I was 13, he was very nice and we got along well. Two days after I turned 14, he left for about a year and a half. When I was 15 and a half, he came back with a new name and new clothes. After that, every few weeks he'd change his name and his appearance. At that point he became horribly mean and very evil. I was very frightened of him and couldn't sleep for a while. I didn't get much done, to say the least. After several months, I got tired of being afraid and confronted my imaginary friend. The first week was the hardest and most frightening time of my life, but everything eventually calmed down. Eventually, he faded into the background of everything. He's still there, he's just always quiet and always behind me.
i used to love animals and i still do, and i knew alot about different species of dogs since i was 5, so i had this imaginary friend that was a siberian husky named snowball and he could speak english so i would talk to him. after a month or 2 he "told" me he was lonly when i left (cuz apparently he didnt follow me around like other people's imaginary friends) and so i imagined up fire (who was a black lab) and they became best friends, and when they told me they were hunry i would act like i was throwing them raw steaks???
one day i just stopped beileing in them, it was strange
I started writing a book when i was about 9, all the charcters became my imaginary friends. call me crazy but i talk with them about my new ideas for the book and still have them all, ive even added more. there are 17 of them and counting!
When I was about 4 through 7, I used to say I had imaginary friends named Bella and Chella and they followed me wherever I went! One day my mom and I were going to Dairy Queen, and I said I will have 3 chocolate sundaes please! Then she asked why and I said "Bella and Chella are hungry too!"
Im 12 now but I still think it's hilarious!
hi. i'm 12 and i imagine that my yard, (which is very forest-like) is a preserve for fairies. my parents are the caretakers. (but they really don't know it) one day, i planted a little garden of my own in the back. it is now the home of the fairy queen. she was so greatful that she gave me a kiss on the forehead which gave me the power to talk to the fairies in their language. though to me, it sounds like english. i don't know most of the fairies, but a few have spoken to me. i have a small stack of papers with drawings of the fairies i have met. someday there'll be a BUNCH of pictures in there.
whenever there's sick or hurt fairies, i nurse them back to health.
well, i have to go and check the preserve, so i have to stop writing.
I used to have an imaginary friend called Bob, who lived in my Nan's bathroom cupboard. He used to talk to me when I went to the toliet. He had red hair, and was originally from Scotland, however moved to London for work. Its strange I knew this as I didnt know what Scottland was when I was that age (3)
I'm 12 right now and I'm gonna be 13 in november, I have alot of friends but I still need someone to talk to and to tell me right and wrong and make me laugh. His name is Jasper and he's like casper but he's really cute and he has a crush on me. he's 12 2 and I even do his voice when I talk to him. Cause I can talk like a guy.