Tuesday, May 10, 2011

My Childhood Imaginary Friend Turned Out To Be A Ghost

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Cruising the internet a few weeks back I stumbled on an awesome website http://www.trueghosttales.com
As I was reading a few of their ghost stories I found one that really piqued my interest because it dealt with an imaginary friend who turned out to be a ghost. "Hmmm," I thought. Even though this story is very different from Angelina's Secret, I REALLY wanted to share it on my blog.  Unfortunately, at the bottom of the page it said that no part of the story could be used without permission. After sulking for a few minutes I decided to write to the nice people at true ghost tales and ask for permission--which they granted. So yay, no more sulking. I hope you enjoy...

My Childhood Imaginary Friend Turned Out to be a Ghost

Well this is my story and I haven't told many people about it because it is 
not like any ghost story that I have ever heard, none of these stories ever 
even come close which makes me wonder what happened when I was small.

I was 3 years old at the time and we had moved into a new house, one that 
one family lives in the first floor and another family lives in the second. 
My room was in the corner of the house and it had a small walk in type 
closet that I loved to play in.

When we moved into this house I noticed a little girl living there, at the 
time me being 3 I thought she was a real little girl. She was clearly 
visible, not see through or a shadow. She looked just like me but with 
bright blue eyes, a pink dress and blonde hair.

I started to talk to the little girl and she told me her name was Sally, and 
that her parents had moved to North Dakota and left her here. I was only a 
child and didn't think anything of it so I told her that we would be best 
friends until her parents came to get her. I told my mom and dad about Sally 
and they brushed it off as she was a typical "imaginary" friend that most 
children have.

Sally and I got very close, she would tell me how she liked the color pink 
and summer time, Sally and I would play all the time and I could touch her, 
hear her, everything. We would hold hands all the time when we were in the 
grocery store and going to the park. My mom and dad started to get concerned 
because my mom would have to cook Sally a meal as well and to me I would see 
her eating and she would finish her meal as I would and we would return to 
play, but to my mother the food went untouched.

On Easter that year she only bought me an Easter basket and I demanded that 
sally gets one as well. So my mother went out and got her one and then hid 
both of them for us to find. One day I came into my room and smelled smoke, 
I ran to the closet and I saw sally laying on the floor with flames around 
her. I started to cry and I ran to my mom and dad and screamed there was a 
fire in my closet and sally was going to die. My mom and dad rushed to the 
closet and they found nothing, no fire, no Sally. But I could feel the heat 
of the flames and I was screaming in my mothers arms to save her. My mom 
took me into her room until I fell asleep.

My mother was very good friends with the land lord downstairs and they would 
talk often when seeing each other, so the next day my mom talked to the lady 
down stairs and out of curiosity she asked about the previous owners. The 
woman asked my mom why she wanted to know so badly and my mom replied she 
was just curious. The woman told my mom that the family that lived here 
previously had one daughter and one day there was an electrical fire in the 
closet off of the second bedroom and she died.

My mother being extremely frightened asked what her name was and where the 
parents had moved, the landlord seeming skeptical said the little girl's 
name was Sally and she was 4, after her death the parents moved to North 
Dakota to live with the wife's mother.

My mother came back up stairs and started to pack. We moved out that night 
to a house outside of Winnipeg on Henderson Highway. It was a very large 
house and when we got there Sally was sitting on the stairs going up to the 
bedrooms and I was happy to see her and that she didn't die. I told my 
parents that Sally was alive and she was here, and that she had moved with 
us. My mother already having dealt with a lot of stress and shock just gave 
up and she accepted Sally.

Then a few weeks later Sally was gone, and never heard from again. But she 
was my "imaginary" friend for over a year and I had full contact with her at 
all times. My parents refuse to tell me where the house we used to live in 
is because they know I will go back to see if anything happens.

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