Random Grown-Ups Describe Imaginary Friends That May Not Have Been Imaginary (20 items)

• (#12) His Name Was "Tim" And He Lived In The Basement

  From Shaddeauk:

  "At four my parents divorced. My dad, with not many resources, moved into the attic of this comically pink house in the bad side of town. One day he hung a tire swing from a tree in the back yard. I had a lot of fun with that, and I remember this guy living in the basement of the house would hold conversations with me out of the basement window while I played. His name was Tim, he had a yellow jacket and a bright pink helmet every time I saw him, which was every time I went outside.

  Once in a while he would ask me to climb in the window but I always said 'I don't think so Tim!' because I thought it was funny that he'd act really angry and mad. I asked my dad recently about Tim, and he said that nobody lived in the basement and it was used for storage. I don't know if Tim was real or not, but I'm glad I didn't go into the basement."
• (#7) She Lived There Before

  From fivedollarcarwash:

  "I had loads of imaginary friends when I was a kid, most of which were just personifications of my dolls and my favorite characters from books and TV, but I remember one with a completely unique personality from when I was about nine and living in Virginia. She was called Christine or something similar and as much as I can remember she lived in the house before we moved in, had long pigtails and was close to my age.

  I didn't think much of this until really recently when my parents and I were talking about when we used to live in that house. My mum told me that she used to hear footsteps and a child's voice coming from the upstairs while I was at school, and my dad told me he once found an old photo of a little girl at the bottom of one of the closets while he was cleaning it. Unfortunately he couldn't tell me if the girl had pigtails."
• (#17) Ghosts That Lived In His Bathroom

  From Cptnwalrus:

  "I wouldn't say I had one specific imaginary friend, but rather just spoke to many different characters about stuff. I remember three ghosts that lived in my bathroom that I'd talk to (not out loud though) and I think there was a little dog-like character I'd imagine from time to time, though I don't remember him well."
• (#20) Even Made Food For "Splashy"

  From intermag:

  "His name was splashy.

  In kindergarten I told a girl she could most definitely not swing on the swing next to me because splashy was swinging there and she could god damn wait her turn. Needless to say the teacher had a talk with me about that.

  I also used to make splashy 'soup' which consisted of everything I could get my hands on thrown in the food processor/blender and baked in the oven to a crrisp puke like consistency.

  Miss that guy."
• (#8) He Was A Black Ball Of Energy

  From NobodyWhatsoever:

  "When my sister and I were young, we both had imaginary friends but we could both sense hers. It was like a black ball of energy.

  My sister claimed her imaginary friend told her its - her - name. We played with her outside, and my sister talked our mom into setting a place for her at the table a few times.

  Eventually our parents were uncomfortable with how convinced we both were of this imaginary friend, and forbade all mention of her.

  Some years later we learned there had been a small group of Native Americans living in that are who had been wiped out about a hundred years before. The name of the group was that which my sister's imaginary friend had said was hers so long ago."
• (#3) Tom Followed Him Everywhere

  From overdosebabyblue:

  "As soon as I could start speaking, I had an imaginary friend. I called him 'Tom.' I would set places at the table for him, talk to him during long bus rides, ask his opinion about things, and basically treat him like an invisible brother even though I had three other siblings. I don't remember any of this. My mum grew concerned that I wasn't developing socially, so she took me to a child psychiatrist. This I remember. They asked me about Tom and why I saw him, if I saw anyone else in the same manner, and asked me to sort out some stuff with puzzles. I stopped talking to Tom after that.

  Fast forward ten years. After her divorce, my mum gets really into spirituality. I thought it was a load of bollocks, until she played the recording of a particular psychic reading session with me. The psychic was new and really interested in me for some reason. She said she saw a young dark haired man 'watching over me'. She asked if the name Tim meant anything. She asked if I was a Gemini. She asked if I had a large birthmark on my side. All this is correct.

  The psychic inferred that Tom/Tim and I were twins in a past life. The birthmark I carry is apparently how he died, to come watch over me in this life. As a child, I could see him and interact with him, but I lost that gift as I was conditioned not to see him.

  I'm skeptical of such claims, but hearing the psychic pinpoint such information made the hair rise on the back of my head. So, I guess if you're there watching over me, thanks twin bro."

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