My son once told me, "Gary said not to touch the stove, it's hot."

Gary is my father's name, and he's been dead for 21 years. My son is 10.

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When my son was 3-4 he started talking about his wife. He would say she was outside, and very sad. I remember him putting his hand on his heart and saying he missed her, but we couldn’t let her in- she needed to move on.

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My sister works with children, and was once in charge of a class of kids who all agreed there was a school ghost. She told me she once asked where this ghost is and THEY ALL POINTED TO THE SAME PLACE!

I think these were kindergartners? So while I'm not superstitious, I kinda feel like any explanation for how an entire class of 4 year olds were able to coordinate this as a prank is less likely than the explanation that there was a goddamn ghost in that classroom

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When I was around 3 or 4, my mom would drive around with me in the backseat, and I'd usually just talk and talk. When my mom used to answer my questions, I’d always tell her that I wasn’t talking to her, but I wouldn't tell her who I was talking to when she'd ask. We pulled into the driveway one afternoon, and I said goodbye to my 'friend' named 'Pappy.' My mother told my father some years later, and discovered that 'Pappy' was what my father used to call his father when he was little. My grandfather passed away a while before I was born, and my father never shared that name with anyone

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One day, my daughter came home from preschool and told me she had a new friend that joined her classroom named ‘Soosha.’ I didn’t think much about it. My daughter would say things like that she wanted a colorful backpack like Soosha’s, or hair ribbons like hers. One day, my husband asked the teacher to point out which girl on the playground was Soosha, and the teacher told him there was no such girl.
After that, my husband insisted this was an imaginary friend and discouraged my daughter from mentioning her.

"It was several months before she brought Soosha up again. We went on a trip to Argentina (from California), and as we were riding up a glass elevator in the Buenos Aires airport, my daughter suddenly pointed down into the crowd and said, 'Look, there’s Soosha! She followed us here. Even though Dad told her to go away.' Neither myself or my husband saw a child where she was pointing

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Bro, me.

His name was Ricky, he lived in the mirrors and wouldn’t let me change. I vividly remember saying something along the lines of, “Ricky, please don’t watch me while I’m changing”, “Ricky, go to a different mirror, I have to take a bath”.

Like, what???

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My son was two, he started to cry in the middle of the night and say an “orange doggie” was under his cot. This went on for at least a month, he would describe the Orange doggie as having sharp teeth, stealing his dummies and biting his lips and face until there was blood.
He’s 16 now and still remembers it vividly.

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My eldest son was about 2 had an imaginary friend. BB was orange, the size of a large apple and covered in fur. BB was cool. Occasionally my son would yell at him to be nice but overall he was good. One day in the car my son yelled "THAT'S IT!" and put his window down, threw something out and calmly put his window back up. When we asked what happened he says very bluntly that he threw BB out the window and was now dead. We asked about BB in the weeks after and he always said BB was dead.
Son is now 10 and still remembers BB. He says BB was a d**k and deserved it but can't remember why.

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I wouldn't call it an imaginary friend, but growing up (ages 6-10) I used to think the two grumpy old men from the muppets (Statler and Waldorf) lived in mirrors. It got to the point where I was deathly afraid of mirrors and would turn them around so I couldn't see the reflection. I know I creeped my mother out when I told her I did it so "the men in the mirror can't watch me".

I'm almost 20 and I have obviously grown out of that, but it's still a habit to turn mirrors so I can't see the reflection. I don't even realise I'm doing it sometimes

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“I’m talking to Ms. Lady.”

“Who’s Ms. Lady?”

“The white lady with black eyes and long fingernails!”

Cue me searching for the nearest exorcist.

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My coworkers daughter told me that her imaginary friend “Lisa” said, “Good people die too. You’re good. Watch out.”

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No scary... but definitely freaked me out a bit.

My then 3 to 4 year old daughter came out of her room at my mums one day and ask if “Grandpa Ken” can have a sleepover in her room because he was tired of being in the dark. She then went to the spot that mum kept his ashes, and took his brick onto her room. She would play with his ashes and hve conversations with him regularly.

This doesn’t seem that odd, except we were out shopping one day, and she went up to an old man and had a chat with him - she kept calling him “Sonny and was glad he could breathe again”. Old man was nice and entertained her. When she walked away, my mum had a chat with the old fella and he was telling her things my kid had said. This man looked just like my grandfather, who’s nickname was Sonny.

My grandpa ken died from anaphylactic shock from a bee sting before I was born (about 27 years prior to all this starting) We had no pictures of him, and mum never discussed him, and no one but her knew of his nickname.

About a year later, she said he told her he had to go be with his wife, and that now he knew his girls were safe he wouldn’t be back. She’s never brought him up since.

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So I lived in a very old house in a neighborhood that was predominately hispanic with my little sisters and according to my mom, we each had an imaginary friend called "The Little Brown Boy." I was the first one to see him, then my sister, then my other sister, and we all had forgotten about him by the time the next sister saw him. He would apparently be super nice to us at first and we would play with him, and then out of nowhere we would be absolutely terrified of him and not want to go to our room (where he lived). We were all about 4 years old when we saw him. We moved out a few years later but the people who moved in next apparently have said their little daughter has an imaginary friend she called the mean boy...

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My son has always talked about "the green lights that come visit him".

4yr old: The green lights came to me again last night.

Us: Oh, OK. Are they friendly?

4yr old: They don't have mouths.


... Sometimes they go into your room.

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Okay, so this is kinda creepy. I'm an adult that says I don't believe in ghost and such, but then I think of this experience and wonder wtf is wrong with me being so stupid.
I'd hardly call it a "friend" but when I was younger, like 12, I lived with my brother and his family. We moved to a house and one of my nieces, who was about 4(maybe 5), would avoid certain corners of the house. She was scared of "the green lady". Pretty much always the same corner in the family room, but on a couple occasions she'd move.
So her big sister (about 9 at the time)would pick on her. Throw her toys in that corner. My little niece would avoid it like the plague. Then one day, her big sister PUSHED her in that corner. I swear, NEVER in my life had I ever heard such a blood curdling scream. Never again have I yet and I hope to never hear that kind of scream again.
She didn't even run away from the corner. She was backed into it, looking upwards.
The fear had us scared, I think. My niece never messed with her little sister about that corner again. And none of us really f****d with that corner. Friends thought we were joking when they'd come over and we'd casually say, "oh annnd stay away from that corner cause we're pretty sure an evil ghost lives there."

So, when did the green lady move? Here's the f****d up part.. According to my niece, my brother and his wife were discussing moving out of the house. The green lady did not like that and at bedtime, she followed them into their room.
The other time, my SIL got pregnant and the green lady got mad again. She moved to the nursery and would stay in there.
During this time we lived there, about 2 and a half years...
My SIL was having twins but lost one. The surviving twin was born with spinal meningitis and all kinds of s**t wrong. It was at least a month before he got to come home. Then my SIL developed cervical cancer. Her mom who uses a walker falls in the f****n pool and injured herself. And we couldn't keep pets alive anymore. We had a golden retriever, a cocker spaniel, a cat, a couple pet rats & a guinea pig. The dogs got sick with pancreatic cancer & tumors growing on their sides. Our cat got ran over, the guinea got sick and the rats were fine until SILs mom forgot to take the towel cover off the cage on a hot day and it cooked my nieces rat.
We finally moved the f**k out. But we all agree even after all this time that something was wrong with that place and that whatever that green b***h was, she was f****n evil & was probably what made so many horrible things go wrong while we lived there.

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Bit late to the party but anyway, my mom used to tell me the story about my imaginary friend Well to start off, my mom used to come check on me in the morning and things would have been placed into my cot that baby me would have had no way of reaching to put them in myself. Then as I got to maybe 5 years old i complained of someone knocking on my bedroom door each night. Then came the story of my imaginary friend, a little girl that I would play with. My mom asked me describe her and I said she wore a long dress, had blonde ringlet hair and her eyes were rolled back In her head. Cue freaked out mom! She tried not to bring it up too much as she didn't want to encourage this "friend" to stick around. But a few months later we were sat in the front room when i started to cry. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that my friend was sat on her lap and that wasn't fair as I wanted to sit on her lap instead. She never forgave me for the mini heart attack that gave her ha. Eventually years go by and I have no recollection of said friend but my mom would tell the story every so often.

Bonus story. Years later when my eldest was old enough to start talking she would frequently tell me about her "other mom" who would come to visit her in her dreams to make sure she was ok and to say she missed her. My daughter would tell me that sometimes she would want to go with her other mom to wherever she goes when she leaves. F**k that.

EDIT: There's quite a few ghost stories from that house that happened well into my early 20's. I struggle to accept the supernatural. But there was alot of stuff that happened that I just can't explain.

EDIT 2: Spoke to my daughter about "other mom" today and she has no recollection of her whatsoever. BUT something strange she said was "I think (*little sister*) is other mom. She came back to me" which is really odd as imposter b***h did stop visiting a few months before little one was conceived.

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I used to have a imaginary friend named Flora and I never told any of my my younger siblings about it cuz we had a 8 year age difference and it was irrelevant. I know that flora would follow me everywhere and and move objects when I was little. About a month ago I was sitting in my room and I noticed that a stuffed animal was sitting in the doorway. But it was just me and my little sister home and she was taking a bath
(I could see her from my room dw she was supervised).
I asked her what he stuffy was doing in the doorway. She didnt know what I was talking about and she wasn't lying because she is 6 and doesnt know how to lie properly. So I threw it into her room. Later she was talking to the wall and was crying. When I asked her what was wrong she said flora ripped her stuffed animal in half. I saw it laying on the ground. We have no animals and she said f*****g flora...

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Not sure if this was necessarily an imaginary friend but I hope that’s all it was. When my kiddo was about 2-3years old she would talk about her “other family”. How she missed them and was worried about them. That she had a mom and a dad and a brother and sister (she was an only child when this started.) Sometimes we’d ask questions and she always had the same answers. Really creeped me out. She said they’d come visit her sometimes and whenever she’s start talking about that I’d let her know that she can tell them that she’s safe and happy so they don’t need to worry about her. She seemed to like that and it made me feel better too!

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My son was 2-3 and always had a bunch of imaginary friends. The most frequently mentioned were Monkey boy and the cowboy. When my son was 2 he woke up one night screaming . I ran in his room and he was terrified. He kept pointing at the corner and saying that Monkey boy was bad. I ended up picking my son up and putting him in bed to sleep with me. The next time he was 3 and we were taking a walk with his younger sister in the stroller. I'm pushing the stroller and he's walking just behind me. He keeps saying " owww stop it" or " please stop! " I keep looking behind me at him and see nothing. I stop and ask him what's hurting him. He says " the cowboy is hurting me mommy" I tell him that there is no cowboy by us . He says " yes there is. It's the cowboy in my head" kids are creepy sometimes.

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My friends kids used to wake up at night and tell us there is an old lady in their bedroom. F*****g best not be.

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Where are those people from the before?

Before what?

Before here. Before this place?

2 year old who had only lived in the one house

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My mom told me that I used to say this when I was like 3 or 4.

When she would put me to bed I’d wave at the window and she asked who I was waving to and I said “the man in window” she looked out and there was no one there and she was like “what man? There is no one there” and I just said “not yet, he will come” and then I went to sleep.
After that I got curtains for my room but I kept waving at the window at night.
My mom had sensor lights in the back yard but they never went off.
My mom asked me about it a few times and I’d always say he visited me at night to watch over me.
My mom then just assumed it must have been an Angel watching over me because she couldn’t see anyone actually come into the back yard.
(I don’t believe in angels) so I’m just assuming I had an active imagination

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My cousin had a friend called Monkey Man. My auntie asked him why he was called that & he said it’s because he just hung in the corner of the room, which freaked her out. He would always wave at the window as they left and say monkey man is hanging at the window.

Long story short she did some research & the houses were built over mine shafts & suicide was common.

I still feel like someone’s watching everytime I walk past.

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My boss has a stepdaughter who likes to talk about her brother all the time and how he’s a bad boy who likes to play with fire.

She’s an only child.

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Not me but my nephew pretty much starting at like 3 until like he was 8, he’s been born and raised in Seattle, WA and has never traveled out of country and had never been to daycare. he would talk about his 8 brothers and sisters back home in Africa (we are Indian). He would get sad but describe how they lived in a mud house, never had enough food or water but he missed playing with them

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Had a friend who, when about 4, had an imaginary friend. She was a girl her age (4) who was basically a Roman or possibly local (South Wales, UK) girl who was living with Romans.

We lived on the slopes of a hill fort the Romans had destroyed, and all the dead buried around our place apparently.

Anyhoo... The imaginary friend had very appropriate dress and lots of odd knowledge like eating mice and daily life that got passed on and deemed correct.

That whole row of houses was haunted. Ours was bad but my friend's place was the worst. She's still living in the same house.

I'm a sceptic but shheeesh, that place was odd.

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My mum told me that when I was younger (maybe 3-4), I was looking out the window into the front yard laughing. When she asked me what I was laughing at, I flat out said to her "the people dancing outside with no faces". Mum said she just kept looking ahead at the TV and acted as if she had never asked.

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My when my cousin and I were kids she casually mentioned she had a "friend named Harold who lived in the picture frames. Their entire hallways was lined with picture frames, and she would always hold her breath when she walked by them. Anyway one day we were hanging out in their unfinished basement and she pointed to a beam in the far back corner and stated very bluntly that "That's where Harold sleeps."

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My son had an imaginary friend he called “Dark” He was only three at the time. He would say “Hear it? See it?” We would ask him what he was talking about and he would say “Dark”. There was only one room in our house he would say this in and it was in our basement. He said Dark didn’t like when my son would tell us about him. We got the house blessed after my son told us Dark had a dog and the dogs name was “Keeper” After the blessing he never talked about Dark or Keeper again.

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When my older brother was about 3-4 (late 70’s) he told my mom very matter of factly that there was a ghost behind the TV at my Grandma’s house (old style floor TV) and that he was friendly like Casper, but it wasn’t Casper. There have been lots of weird things heard/seen at that house over the years. My youngest son also used to sound like he was saying real words/sentences when he was just barley old enough to even babble (witnessed by multiple people) and when he got a little older and could actually talk he would casually and randomly mention the man in my closet - he never seemed scared of him so I was just like “ok cool..”

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Our son is 4 now, he'd be telling us about an imaginary kid named Sam he'd see at night. Sometimes we would hear our son laughing out loud in the middle of the night. The same way as when I would be tickling him, or when he enjoys a program. For a while he'd wake up at 4 in the morning to the minute. At one point we thought our old next door neighbour visited him. He died of old age, aged 93 and was a grandpa to him.

When I was young, probably 8, the night my great grandmother died, I swore I saw her in her wheelchair , carting slowly up my bedroom wall. I froze. Two days later I heard she died. I wasn't close to her, we didn't visit them much, but she really liked me

Similarly one night while my mom was on the phone with her sister. She hung up when she saw a procession of thin long shadow figures walking on the wall. Appearing from one neighbours wall all the way to the next. They where walking towards an old Malaysian woman nextdoor. She was on holiday to Malaysia. Most neighbour's where Malaysian. That night she died in Malaysia. Mymom described the shape of the figures as those Indonesian dolls.

An ex girlfriend freaked her mom out when she was very young when she said " do you remember when I was your mommy?" . Her mom's mom died young.

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When I was pretty young, let's say around 5 years old because I don't know how old for sure, my dad would occasionally wake up in the middle of the night and hear me talking. He'd come to my room to check on me and find me sitting in the corner of my room facing the wall in the dark having full conversations by myself. When my dad would ask me who I was talking to he said I would usually respond with something along the lines of "I'm talking to the people."

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When my son was about 3, he would talk to someone named “Wally”. He was crying one night and said Wally was looking in his window but this time his face was missing. I had him sleep in bed with my husband and I that night after doing a perimeter check around the house lol. Kids are creepy little creatures.

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