Little kids are creepy.
Hey, it’s just a fact of life.
Let this sink in: why do you think there are so many movies about children scaring the s**t out of adults?
Wanna get creeped out with some stories about imaginary friends?
Let’s get weird with some folks on AskReddit.
“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.””
“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.”
3. OH MY GOD.
“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.”
4. Where will the man live?
“My bedroom was in the attic. When my brother was 4 he told me about the man who lived in the attic.
Apparently he would hear someone walking around in the attic when I wasn’t in there. He said he’d seen someone’s head poking out of the hatch watching him at night, and that he was sorry he’d been too scared to do anything about the man in my bedroom.
If that wasn’t bad enough one time I was hanging out in his room one day when he went quiet out of no where and when I asked what was wrong he said “he’s back” and I swear to god I heard footsteps coming from the attic
I no longer live with them. I was talking to the same brother (now aged 10) about him taking the bigger attic bedroom now it’s empty. My youngest brother (5) immediately answered, “but where will the man live?””
“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…”
6. Forget I asked.
“My mom 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”.
Mom said she just kept looking ahead at the TV and acted as if she had never asked.”
“My coworker’s daughter told me that her imaginary friend “Lisa” said, “Good people die too. You’re good. Watch out.””
8. Dead girl.
“I’ve mentioned this before, but my sister Ashley used to get visited at night by a dead girl with long dark hair and spider hands (yes, this predated The Ring, yes, I’m old AF).
She moved out the second she turned 18, never looked back.
20-odd years later, our half-brother Trevor moved into her old room. It wasn’t long after Trev started sleeping on the sofa, or with the lights on, and told us about his new “friend” that he didn’t like.
She was a dead girl who had long dark hair, an old nightgown, and spider hands.
Needless to say, none of us offered to trade rooms with him.”
“So this is actually my story of when I was a kid. I had an imaginary friend named Derek who was a carbon copy of me. We were completely identical.
I played with Derek for years, longer than what normal kids do. But he would always look at my mom and older sister with a sense of sadness. Eventually he went away. 23 years later im digging through my moms safe to grab some paperwork she’s kept for me and I see a stillborn death certificate for a boy named Derek who shared my birthday.
It was only then I found out I was actually a twin and my twin, Derek, died during birth. Creepy right?”
10. Let’s get ice cream!
“Was taking my 3 year old niece for ice cream one evening. I strapped her into her car seat in the backseat.
As I started driving, my niece asks if Jacob (imaginary friend) could get an ice cream, too? I jokingly said, “Jacob can get his own ice cream.” I laughed, and said, “Just kidding – we’ll get Jacob an ice cream.” She didn’t respond so I looked in the rear view mirror.
I couldn’t see very much because it was dark. What I could see was my niece’s face. She looked angry and I was about to reassure her that I was kidding but I realized she wasn’t looking at me.
She was looking at something near my ear, towards the back of my head. Then she says, “I said NO, Jacob. Be nice. NO. She didn’t mean it.””
11. In the playhouse.
“My youngest sister(4 at the time) had an imaginary friend named Paris Jaris.
My dad had built her a small playhouse in our backyard where my mom could see and hear her while she was in the kitchen. My sister would have tea parties and such with her imaginary friend. One day mom heard her say “don’t worry, as long as I’m alive they won’t hurt you”.
She paused and said “well if you do that then I can’t help you, it’s not nice to kill people”. When my mom asked her what that was about my sister said “sometimes I have to tell Paris to be a nice person or he can’t visit anymore”.
We moved not to long afterwards and she didn’t get a new playhouse.”
“Most of my extended family live around the same area so we have lot’s of gatherings.
For the backstory, one of my uncles (lets call him Steve) lost a childhood friend when he was ~7. Steve and his friend (let’s call him Jack) were having a play-date one after noon and got a bit dirty in some mud.
So Steve’s mother gave Jack a pair of Steve’s shoes to borrow. When Jack’s father came to pick him up after the play date they forgot to put back on Jack’s shoes and Jack accidentally got into the car with the borrowed shoes still on. Tragically the father and Jack got into a terrible car crash on the way home which killed 7-year old Jack. The family had him buried in the shoes he had borrowed from Steve. (i’m not sure why)
Fast forward 30 years to a family gathering in 2010. My 6 year old cousin Sara is playing alone with toys in a quieter room of the house. My Uncle Steve comes up to her and asks her what she is playing. Sara responds saying that she is playing with a friend.
Holding back a smile, Steve asks who her imaginary friend is. Sara continues to play while saying that she is playing with his friend Jack, and that “he is sorry he forgot to give your shoes back”. My Uncle’s jaw nearly dropped. He had not talked about Jack in years, let alone tell that story to a 6 year old.
No one had brought up Jack that day nor at any family gathering recently. Every time i remember this incident I get chills.”
“My oldest when she was 4.
She had an imaginary friend named Jack who lived under our back porch. And he liked to shove sticks down people’s throats.
I discouraged playtime with Jack.”
14. Kids are creepy.
“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.”
“When my daughter was a toddler she randomly started talking about a man named Don. She always described him the same way and didn’t seem scared at all, despite bringing him up every day.
She didn’t go to daycare and we didn’t know anyone named Don. Then one day she got completely freaked out, wouldn’t walk around the house alone in case she ran into Don, wouldn’t sleep in her own room, and would talk about how she hated him because he said “mean words” to her all the time.
About a year into “mean Don” we bought a new house. Once we moved she never spoke of him again.”
16. Wigged out.
“My son stopped talking to his imaginary friend for months after my nephew, who was 15, took his own life.
My son, who was not quite 5, was the apple of his eye. My nephew treated my son like a little brother, and since his mom watched my son while I worked, they spent tons of time together.
I had simply told my son his cousin was sick from sadness and he’d died. I would remind him every time before we went to their house so he wouldn’t pester my sister about where he was. One day he said “Mom, you keep saying he’s not here anymore, but he IS. He sits on my bed before I go to sleep and talks to me.” He would NOT be dissuaded.
This went on for months. He knew things we did not speak about around him that happened. My nephew’s grandpa on his dad’s side passed a few months later. That’s when my son told me his cousin told him he wouldn’t be able to visit anymore. He was going on a train with his grandpa, and they couldn’t come back again.
Last thing he told him was to never play with guns, they weren’t safe. My nephew took his life with a handgun. Wigged me the hell out.”
17. That’s very specific.
“My son had this imaginary friend – Ganga.
She lived in the nearby pond, had duck feet, hair all over her face, ate through a slit in her neck and we were expecting her any minute for dinner.
He was totally chill with this horrific monster idea, yet he had recuring nightmares about a puppy comming into his room. Kids are weird.”
18. You’re on your own.
“My youngest niece had an imaginary friend and when my sister told me about it she said “ask her what she looks like”
“Ok, what’s she look like?”
“…Oh.. why’s she broken sweety?”
“She fell from our tree”
Nope. Sorry sis you’re on your own.”
“My cousin was a few years younger than me and he had an imaginary friend called ‘Mooky’.
Mooky wasn’t human, but some kind of alien/monster thing.
Used to freak me out when I’d hear a noise behind me at my grandparents house and my cousin would calmly say “It’s only Mooky, he just wants to see you.””
20. This is terrifying.
“When I was little I claimed to have an imaginary friend, who had light brown hair and wore a night gown, and she had stars for eyes.
Well, my niece was living at my old childhood home and she told me that she has a friend who misses me and she asked why I went away. When I asked who, she described my old imaginary friend.
It was super spooky.”
21. Orange doggy.
“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.”
22. Devil child.
“A kid said he didn’t want to go to church because “my invisible friend says he isn’t allowed to go in there”.”
23. Time to call the exorcist.
““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.”
24. Uh oh…
When my son was first learning to talk, he would tell us about something called “purple mommy”. It could be an imaginary friend, but these details are a little bit creepy. Here’s a few of the purple mommy details . Purple mommy is all purple with long hair and bright all white eyes(at the time he mixed up purple with black, so he could have meant she was all black).
Purple mommy picks him up at night, and turns off the lights. We would often find my son out of his crib in the morning, which would mean him crawling over the railing and to the ground, at a time when he was barely walking.
Definitely found the lights in his room off a few times too, even though he’s terrified if the dark. . Purple mommy needs a bandage because she has blood everywhere.
Purple mommy has no smile, meaning a mouth.
Purple mommy can take her head off. Purple mommy really doesn’t like daddy.
He told us all of this stuff for maybe a year or a little more. If we ever asked where she was, he’d always point to the same spot. A corner of the room behind his open closet door. He would also wake up crying almost every night during this time.
Once, during a really rough night, my wife went to ask him whats wrong, and his answer was “purple mommy wont let me sleep.””
Okay, those were creepy…
And now it’s your turn!
In the comments, tell us about the creepiest imaginary friend story that you’ve heard.
Do it in the comments, please!