For the first six years of my life before my younger sister was born I was all alone. My older brother lived with his father and my older sister lived with her mother. I wasn't really a social child so I didn't really play with other kids and constantly moving around didn't help. I guess that's where my imaginary friends came in.
They never really had names and I never referred to them directly, but I used to talk to them and draw them.
The first one, or ones since they were a family, I remember was when I was about 4 or 5 and we lived in the top floor of an apartment building near a forest in Orlando, Florida. I called them the People Upstairs. They lived on the ceiling in the living room. I would lay down on my back and stare up at and I would whisper to them. My mom actually remembers these people and she told me that I would just be lying there for hours staring at the ceiling fan and mumbling. We moved away a few months later.
When I was almost 6 we lived in another apartment building, once again upstairs. My mom was pregnant with my sister at this time. There was a man in my parents closet. He was bald with a few stray hairs, shorter than my dad, he had a thick black mustache, and a really ugly nose. I never liked going into my parents room because of him. I would have nightmares of him stealing my unborn sister and eating my parents. He's the reason I can't sleep with the closet door open.
My sister was about 1 when we moved again. I didn't have any "friends" for a while unless we went to my great grandmother's house. The Red Man lived there. I can't remember how he looks but I remember he was completely red and was always outside in the back of the house where the field was. My great-grandmother was really superstitious so I never told her. I didn't even tell my mom.
I was 8 when my little brother was born. This was the one year my older brother got to live with us. We moved into a small house and we got to paint our room. He was in the fifth grade and I was in the third grade. This house I remember the most. I was always slept at a very late hour and these two "friends" didn't help. Near the closet, in the corner of the room, in front of my bed were two bloody naked women. My mom remembers these two. I actually had to go see the school psychiatrist because of them. They would just stare and cry. I was so happy when we moved away from that house.
I never really had any more imaginary friends after that. I still get nightmares from time to time. What sort of imaginary friends did you have as a child?
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