My sister and Cousin would hang up on me, make fun of me and everything so, I would create someone in my head and pretty much, have someone there to talk to and all... But, today. My "imaginary friend" is real.. And that's all I've ever wanted.. Someone real, that only I can see...
knew he was invisible
There was more 'thing' around the house
I would talk to him my brother even remember me just sitting down in a empty room on a chair and 'John' would sit in the other chair we would 'chat'
It's kind of strange-
When I moved in her kind of appeared