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[kats_god]

Now that we are older and think back to childhood....were some to the thing that we encountered real? Most of us have had imaginary friend but were they imaginary or paranormal? The boogey man, was he made up by our parents or was there really somebody or something there? What do you think.

Back when I was little I remember having an imaginary dog that I would play with. The strange thing is that we own 3 or 4 dogs at any given time....so there was no need for me to make beleave I had one. Could it have been a puppy that had died in that house?

Anybody else have anything like that happen to them? Lets hear it.

[spelling]

i wondered about that too! when my children say there's something in the closet i usually leave the light on. do i know if there's something there or not? they might know something i don't

[kats_god]

Exactly....they say children can see things that most adults can't.

[evad_83647]

I am of the mind we can see things when we are more receptive and have let our guard down, like dreams.

[Vivienne_DuBois]

Very interesting...

Children are often considered much more sensitive than the general adult population. So, it would make sense that children may have "imaginary friends" who are, in fact, spirits. I had two: Jenny and Jody.

I've sometimes wondered if Jenny and Jody were paranormal in nature. But, I guess, I'll never know.

I can't remember most of my childhood, but from what I can recall, I was never afraid of monsters or anything like that. I was deeply afraid of fire and dogs but I can trace those two fears to things that happened to me when I was a kid.

Neat topic.

Viv

[seakla]

I always swore that if my kids said they saw something weird I was going to believe them.

I never had imaginery friends or pets. But I never did like the feeling in that house. I could never sleep upstairs alone, and we had one room that used to terrify me to death. It was okay during the day but at night...I would not be in there at all!! I used to think it was just childhood fears but then when I talked to my brother as an adult he said he had similiar feelings and weird things happening. So, I now know that it was just not me.

[kats_god]

It makes you wonder about things.

[lulaboo]

I can't say that I ever had an imaginary friend but my sister did his name was Michael (for some odd reason whenever she and I got into an arguement my things would come up missing)

What's weirder still is for a little while over the last couple of years my sister told me that her daughters had started talking about having an invisible friend by the same name. I'll have to ask her if they still mention him or not.

[kats_god]

That is very interesting Boo. I would be pretty cool if that entity has been with your sister all these years.

[lulaboo]

Too true, I'm pretty sure it's likely that he stayed close to her for a long time if my nieces mentioned him. It's not something we ever really brought up between us until maybe the summer of '04? That's when she mentioned that the girls were talking about an invisible friend named Michael and if I remembered him or thought it may be the same one. Now that I'm thinking about it. I wonder if maybe if he is one in the same if he's a relative and not just a random ghost.

[kats_god]

That would make sense to me, Boo.

[Redhead]

The house I grew up in was haunted. We moved there when I was two years old. My sister told me that I began talking and singing to my 'imaginary' friend about three weeks after we moved in. I called him Mr. Ghost, and he was a good pal. After I started kindergarten, I stopped talking about him. Probably because the teacher may have discouraged it? Don't remember. I never stopped being aware of him. I came to think of him as Harold. My mother would hear things moving in the attic, and would see a mist at my feet when I was sleeping or ill. He was always a part of my life and when I got married and moved away, I tried my level best to encourage him to move on to where he needed to be. I know that if I need him or want him, I have but to think of him and ask him to come and he will. I truly believe that children are able to see things until they are told that they can't or they are just dreaming, etc. Why else do so many children talk about 'friends' and then stop when they get older?

[kats_god]

They are thought that there are no such things as invisible friends. After you got older Redhead, could you still see him?

[Redhead]

Oh, yes, Kats. He was a friend of mine. I felt him come around more than saw him. Once, when I was in high school, I woke up around dawn. It was very grey out, and I was simply awake. My bed was under the window, and looked out on a field we owned. Our property joined to a farm field and on the fence line was a large, large tree. I looked out the window and saw a man hanging in that tree. Just dangling sort of. My father happened to walk past my door and saw me. He asked me what it was I was looking at, probably thinking there might be a deer out there (we lived a mile from a river/swamp). I told him that there was a man hanging in the tree and he came and looked. He didn't see him, but I still did. He kept reassuring me that I was not quite awake and dreamed it. I "knew" it was Harold and that he had been lynched, maybe nearby. I would see him in my closet doorway if I had left the door open - usually late at night. He would be standing there, watching me quietly. I always felt, once I was older - teens - that he was very sad and lonesome, but glad that I loved him. Sounds kind of goofy, I guess, but I am tearing up right now, just thinking of him. I just miss him is all. The house I live in now doesn't really have that kind of presence. Just some random pranks on me now and again. Funny, to me, hauntings are the norm, not the other way around.

[rat girl]

i had an imaginary friend when i was about 4 - 7 years of age, his name was eric and i can still remember what he looked like.

i stopped seeing him when my brother was born when i was about 7 years old.

the strange thing is that a few years ago i had a dream that i lived in victorian times and in my dream my imaginary friend eric was actually my brother.