Kids are scary. I don't care what a movie it is, if there's a creepy kid or a child who can connect to the spirit world involved, it's almost guaranteed to scare the bajeezus out of me. Whether they're standing in hallways, peering into TVs, or seeing dead people, it's just not my cup of tea.
If the horror movie children aren't enough to creep you out, maybe some real-life horror stories will do the trick.
So for your daily dose of Internet birth control, here are 13 stories from Rayneyday13's Reddit thread about children and spooky stories they've told about their imaginary friends:
1. The Bunny Man
When I was 16, I babysat twins who were in the third grade at the time. They always spoke of a man in an Easter Bunny costume, and they were terrified of him. One day I was babysitting, and one twin was in the shower. His brother and I were sitting downstairs watching television when all of the sudden, he said, "you need to go check on Matt." Seconds later, Matt yelled, "He's in here!!! He's in here!!!" I ran upstairs, and I had to check every room before he would calm down. I'm not sure which part of the experience freaked me out the most.
2. Kelly in the Closet
When my daughter was three she had an imaginary friend named Kelly who lived in her closet. Kelly sat in a little rocking chair while she slept, played with her, etc. Typical imaginary friend shit. Anyway, fast forward two years later, the wife and I are watching the new Amityville (the one with Ryan Renolds) and our daughter walks out right when dead girl goes all black eyed. Far from being disturbed she said "That looks like Kelly." "Kelly who?" we say "You know the dead girl that lived in my closet."
3. Part-Time Job
Kid I used to babysit had imaginary friends. They were dead. One had no head. One was an old lady. They were both bloody. The one with no head had insides sticking out of his neck.
I didn't ask him questions about them because f*ck that.
4. Family Reunion
My daughter used to tell me about a man who came into her room every night and put the sign of the cross on her forehead. I thought it was just a dream. Then my mother-in-law sent over some family photos. My daughter looked right at the picture of my husband's father (who has been dead for 16 years) and said 'That's the man who comes into my room at night!' My husband later told me his father would always do the sign of the cross on his forehead when he was young.
5. Moving On Out
So, when my sister was probably about 6 or 7, she had an imaginary friend named Emily. She told us Emily lived in her closet, wore an old black dress, and had long dark hair and she was the same age as my sister. My sister played with Emily constantly. My parents started noticing my sister acting weird. Just sitting in the middle of her room whispering to Emily quite a bit and acting a lot more distant towards them. I remember a very specific day, my brother was walking by her room and my sister was sitting in the middle of her room....but she turned around and hissed at him. He was scared shitless. He told me it didn't even look like my sister. My parents ran up to her room and i could hear my sister just screaming and screaming as loud as she "get out". I have no idea what happened in that room but I ran to the bottom of my stairs and the screaming stopped, I saw my parents holding my sister crying their eyes out, she was sobbing as well.
I've asked her about it today. She's 24 now. She told me that Emily used to tell her to do horrible things to herself. She actually used to wake up on the roof and not remember how she got there. I'm not kidding.
Apparently Emily absolutely hated my parents so she turned my sister against them. She hates talking about it so i never brought up that specific night. This all happened at my old house. When we moved into a different house, Emily was gone. I'm not making any of this up. My sisters little friend was a really big deal to my family and messed things up for a long time. I'm just relieved we left that house.
6. Imaginary Protector
When I was younger I had an imaginary friend that I remember in particular. His name was Walter.
Walter was an older kid with dark, long hair and was a pretty big kid. He would always sit in my room with me and protect me from the bad things that tried to hurt me. The classic monsters under the bed or in the closet or whatever.
One night, I had a pretty bad stomach ache and that night I had a dream that Walter stabbed me in the stomach with a fork and pulled out a monster from my stomach. Walter then walked out of my room holding the monster in his hand and I never heard from Walter again. I didn't have a stomach ache the next day.
7. Best Friends Forever
When I was little, I had an imaginary "friend." "She" (not sure if it had a gender) was very tall, extraordinarily thin (think anorexic-thin), had a large, beak-like nose, and dark skin. She would wear a red knit cap, sweater, and sweatpants. I remember waking up every night and seeing her sitting on the foot of my bed, and all she did was complain about how miserable life was. I'd eventually run out to my parents, and she'd yell, "please don't leave me!" When I was 3 1/2, we moved. She told me she was going to kill herself, and she "would really do it this time" because I was "leaving her forever." Never saw her again.
8. Early Retirement
Not my kid, but something my mum said I did when I was little.
I had this imaginary friend named "Joe" - was pretty normal imaginary friend stuff to begin with, my parents would ask about him and I'd respond with something like "I like Joe" "He has curly black hair" "He likes to play outside" nothing interesting.
Until one day I come out with "Joe has to work a lot, but Joe's boss doesn't like him." when asked why, i responded with "Oh, it's because Joe's black." as if it was obvious. Now this wouldn't have been weird at , if I hadn't grown up in a very small all-white town. And I was about 3 years old, I didn't know (or rather, hadn't been taught) that racism was even a thing.
This continued on for a while, I'd mention Joe now an then, sometimes talking about what he did for fun, or his favourite things, other times mentioning that his boss hits him and shouts all the time.
After a few months, I go up to my mum one day and have a conversation that went something like this: "Joe's really happy today. His boss isn't coming back" 'Why?' "He's dead" 'Oh yeah? How did he die?' "He hung himself from up there" (as I point up towards the attic door)
I don't remember much of this, i definitely remember having an imaginary friend named Joe. The rest of it? Not so much...
9. A Thanksgiving Dinner to Remember
This one just happened at Thanksgiving this year. My little cousin (she's 6) has had an imaginary friend named Demantus (not sure if that's how she spells it, but it's pronounced "duh-man-tis") for about a year, maybe a little less. Everyone always kind of plays along with it when we see her since it upsets her if we don't. I'm not really sure if that's right or not, since I don't really know the appropriate cut-off age for imaginary friends, but her parents haven't said anything so I assume it's fine.
Anyways, it's Thanksgiving and we're all getting our plates ready. My cousin starts talking about how she needs a plate for Demantus. I play along and am like "Oh of course!" and grab a plate and put some turkey on it. She says he doesn't like turkey. Alright. I take the turkey off and put on some stuffing. He doesn't like stuffing. Alright, I realized she doesn't like turkey or stuffing, so she's pretty much just getting a plate of food stuffs she likes. So I go to her favorite, mashed potatoes, and put some of those on the plate. Nope. Demantus doesn't liked mashed potatoes. Okay let's try another one of her favorites instead, I think, so I put some ham on there. Demantus still doesn't want it! Finally I just give in.
"What does Demantus want on his plate?" I ask.
She replies "He wants me to put all of your (gestures to everyone at Thanksgiving) heads on plates so he can eat your tongues and eyeballs."
It was mildly creepy.
10. The Bad Boys
I used to hallucinate/hear voices at night when I was around 4, they used to say shit like "is he asleep yet? no he's just pretending" then I'd hear footsteps running to my room and sometimes actually shit myself and they'd laugh. that's when I wasnt actually getting beaten up by them in a dream. it was just my parents and I at the house, and it wasn't my parents. I called them the bad boys in the kitchen. I'm 39 now and my son who's 6 now once told me that his friend ben said, he used to make me poop my pants when I was little. I laughed it off but my son gave me accurate details of the house etc and mentioned "the bad boys in the kitchen" and how they used to beat me up, which disturbed him because i'm his hero and no one can beat up dad. i literally froze and felt like I was 4 again, I asked who Ben was and he said it was his imaginary friend. I told him Ben is a liar and was just jealous and not to worry about it.
11. An Unhappy Union
When my son was about four, he had an imaginary friend named Jerry, who had a wife named Merry. He would talk about Jerry and Merry all the time, until suddenly I'd stopped hearing about them. He became really upset, and he told me that Jerry had murdered Merry and then himself after feeling really bad about it. I don't really talk to my son about these kind of things anymore.
12. Roger's Family
My little brother's imaginary friend, Roger, lived under our coffee table. Roger had a wife and 9 kids. Roger and his family lived peacefully alongside us for three years. One day, my little brother announced that Roger wouldn't be around anymore, since he shot and killed him and his whole family. I don't know if he remembers any of this, but his genuine lack of remorse was very disturbing.
13. R.I.P. Tony Rygel
My brother had an invisible friend named Tony Rygel. He was 6 inches tall and was elderly. One day we found my brother crying in his room. Apparently Tony Rygel had passed away in his sleep. We buried him in a shoe box in the backyard. So basically we had a funeral, complete with a moment of silence, for an empty shoebox.
Alright, that last one is more funny than anything else, and some of these were actually surprisingly sweet! Still, I think we can agree that kids are either creepy mediums who are more susceptible to the whims of the spirit world, or that they have seriously vivid imaginations. Maybe both, but definitely not neither.