Creepy Imaginary Friends
Most of us have probably had an imaginary friend as kids, but sometimes they take a turn for the sinister. When a subreddit asked people about their own experiences, the results were pretty creepy.
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Growing up, my younger sibling had an imaginary friend called ‘Creep Claws’; apparently he was half man, half crab. At dinner time my brother refused to eat unless a place was set for Creep Claws at the table. He would then proceed to spend the whole meal-time chatting away to his invisible monster-friend… he always was a weird kid!!
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Impressive stories…
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I used to think Freddy Krueger would grab me with his extendable arms whilst I walked up the stairs so if I turned the downstairs light off I’d bolt upstairs and hide under my protective duvet, no skin showing means you’re 100% safe from the monster. I’m 30 now and nothing has changed, my mother claims it won’t ever happen, I on the other hand believe it’s the speed in which I dash that helps avoid my untimely fate.
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I had an imaginary friend named Carly. I had “played” with her for about a year before my father’s mother sent me a Raggedy Ann, soft body type doll for Christmas. I also named her Carly, she was pale with embroidered freckles, gingery brown curly hair. Her dress and bonnet were made out of the same slightly off white fabric with tiny red and tan flowers with a brick red apron with real pockets made of the outfit fabric, and little brick red booties. I used to take her every where. She always had a place at the table, she was always in my bed tucked in if I couldn’t bring her with me. My mom really never asked any questions about Carly til the doll came. One day she asked me how she was enjoying her imaginary meal at the dinner table. In a very offended voice I told my mother that she didn’t actually eat the food. When she asked me what she ate, my response was “Mom! She eats the silverware! That’s obviously how she died and how she ended up in this squishy body. I think she thought this neck would be stretchier.”
My mom was baffled and asked me to tell her where I head of such things. I wouldn’t tell her.