▶ Imaginary Friends.
This is a very personal story for me, and I haven’t really built up the courage to write about it until I read other peoples stories and experiences.
When I was younger, I had two imaginary friends, well, actually I had more than two, but the only two who stuck around were Ivy and Leonard.
Ivy, with onyx colored hair and green eyes, and around the age of a seven year old. Leonard, a tall man, with friendly eyes that were a hazel brown.
My mother says I used to have full conversations with them, to the point where it almost made her more scared than she had originally been when she learned their names.
See, when my mom was little, she also had two imaginary friends, named Ivy and Leonard. Same spelling, same description that I had as a child.
My mother had those imaginary friends till she was in her late pre-teens. As she grew older, she said they slowly started to only show up when she was alone, and usually when she was scared, sad, or stressed.
Now if I still have your attention, this is where things become interesting.
My mom lived in an Victorian home in an old town in Oregon state. I remember visiting that home, because it was where my grandmother lived till I was six years old. I lived there with my grandma, my mom, my dad, and little brother till she decided to move, and then we moved to Washington. My mother lived there her entire life, and from what my mom, her five sisters, and my grandma say it was a very interesting experience.
The house had been around for a very long time, but, there had to be repairs done to the house before my grandparents moved in. The previous owners had told my parents that there had been a fire in part of the upper part of the house, but repairs had been made and now it was completely fine.
What my mom hadn’t known till her pre-teen years, is that the fire had started in the room she stayed in. Now, in the town that she lived in, they would take spare wood that was in good condition from homes that were being torn down, and apparently the wood that had been used to make the repairs was from another home.
My mother swears up and down that there is no way she would have ever mentioned Ivy or Leonard to me. But from what I remember of them, I felt like I had known them forever.
I would vent to them when I was scared, and I remember Ivy hugging me. I remember Leonard reading us stories. I remember them like they were real people.
My mom says that I used to draw them, and that she had drawn them too. Like they wanted to be seen.
I continued to see them after my Grandma moved, till I was eight. I remember, because they weren’t anywhere around me for my ninth or tenth, and they had always been there before.
While they may have been figments of my imagination, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something else. I really don’t know what to call them, so I call them my old imaginary friends.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: It’s very interesting that you had the exact same imaginary friends! 5/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!