When my sister was little, she had an imaginary friend called Jackie. One Sunday, my great aunt was over and my sister came in, announced to the room that Jackie fell down the stair and died, and left. My great auntie calmly looked up and said “how did she know about that?” Apparently, my great auntie had a little brother called Jack (her mother, who died a little before my sister was born, called him Jackie) and when he was 7, he fell down the stairs, banged his head and died.
All aboard the Nope Train to Fuck-That-ville.
(When I was about four, I woke up early in the evening after I’d been put to bed, and found that a vampire was in my room. He looked confused, as if he’d gotten the wrong house, so I rolled back over before glancing back. He was gone, and I slept soundly the rest of the night, because who’s afraid of an ethereal vampire halfway passed through your laundry hamper?)
When I was around 5 I had an imaginary friend named Cracko. On a car trip to Wollongong I apparently yelled at Cracko for spilling yoghurt, then threw him under a a passing truck. I never saw him again.
The closest thing I’ve ever had to an imaginary friend was when I was 4, and I was looking out the window, and a woman who looked exactly like my mom was standing there, except she had black hair, and my mom is blonde. She was staring and me and filling the hummingbird feeder at the same time. My sister says that I sat there asking “What? What do you want? Mom?” repeatedly. I asked my mom why she was standing out there when she came into the room I was in, and she said she wasn’t. I said that I saw her, and I asked how she had black hair out there, but blonde inside. A few years later, I asked her about it. She said that her grandmother looked just like her when she was that age, but she had black hair.
I had an imaginary friend for like all of my childhood and I called her Leta, then one day when I was like 8 or 9 I told her I was too old for an imaginary friend and then I never saw her again. The weird thing is she was a grown woman, who I had full on conversations with and a lot of the time if I was having a hard time in school I could talk to her and feel better, it was weird. She didn’t have a face though, her hair covered most of it but she had a nice smile.