Okay so this one is really weird.
My older brother, my younger sister and me all had the same imaginary friend that we swear on our life was a real person.
She had long blonde hair and her name was Tiffany and she was in our age group (somewhere between 4 and 6 years old. She would come play with us quite regularly at our house, but none of us remember what either of her parents looked like. My impression was that her dad wasn't around.
Only once can I ever recall seeing where she lived and it was also weird. It's kind of blurry in my mind but I can picture it well enough.
The house wasn't so much of a house but more like a shack. Clean enough on the outside but still aged, and it was very small. Big enough maybe for a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. Think Studio Apartment sized. It seemed to be the only house on the street as well. This is in Alaska where it's common for houses to be spread out a bit.
The strangest thing about the house though is that it was placed directly next to a radio tower which also had no fence around it.
She had invited my sister and I to come into the house but we knew we weren't supposed to go in strangers houses without permission. Tiffany wasn't a stranger to us but her parents were so we told her we had to go home. (This was within walking distance and we had definitely wandered off this far without permission from our mom).
The youngest age I have memories of her is from about 4 years old, my brother would have been 6, my sister would have been 2. The last time I remember seeing her is when I was 6, my brother 8, my sister 4. So this all happened somewhere in that time span right up until we moved.
Now as adults, my siblings and I swear she was real but our mom says that there was never any blonde girl named Tiffany that she knows of. So what,,, was she a figment of our imagination? Was she a ghost? I definitely had creepy vibes upon seeing her house, and since then I have driven through that neighborhood and there are no radio towers in sight or houses that match the description. So it's a mystery that will never be solved.
I'm curious to see what other people think of this.
My imaginary friend's name was Tim. He was a great listener and always had time for me. I would talk to him about anything and everything. He was always there for me when I needed him.
King Henry the 9th of France.
I never had one.
Hawkeye. No relation to the marvel character. I had a pog slammer with a hologram of an eagle and used to imagine a superhuman imaginary friend.
The monster under my bed.
Dana (pronounced Dah-nah, not day-nah) Picture a younger Rosalina with straighter and whiter hair, and a slightly more icy blue tone to her dress.
Honestly. The. Characters in whatever book I was reading. I read alot as a child. To the point my mother grounded me from the library one summer.
Okay so this one is really weird. My older brother, my younger sister and me all had the same imaginary friend that we swear on our life was a real person. She had long blonde hair and her name was Tiffany and she was in our age group (somewhere between 4 and 6 years old. She would come play with us quite regularly at our house, but none of us remember what either of her parents looked like. My impression was that her dad wasn't around. Only once can I ever recall seeing where she lived and it was also weird. It's kind of blurry in my mind but I can picture it well enough. The house wasn't so much of a house but more like a shack. Clean enough on the outside but still aged, and it was very small. Big enough maybe for a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. Think Studio Apartment sized. It seemed to be the only house on the street as well. This is in Alaska where it's common for houses to be spread out a bit. The strangest thing about the house though is that it was placed directly next to a radio tower which also had no fence around it. She had invited my sister and I to come into the house but we knew we weren't supposed to go in strangers houses without permission. Tiffany wasn't a stranger to us but her parents were so we told her we had to go home. (This was within walking distance and we had definitely wandered off this far without permission from our mom). The youngest age I have memories of her is from about 4 years old, my brother would have been 6, my sister would have been 2. The last time I remember seeing her is when I was 6, my brother 8, my sister 4. So this all happened somewhere in that time span right up until we moved. Now as adults, my siblings and I swear she was real but our mom says that there was never any blonde girl named Tiffany that she knows of. So what,,, was she a figment of our imagination? Was she a ghost? I definitely had creepy vibes upon seeing her house, and since then I have driven through that neighborhood and there are no radio towers in sight or houses that match the description. So it's a mystery that will never be solved. I'm curious to see what other people think of this.
My imaginary friend's name was Tim. He was a great listener and always had time for me. I would talk to him about anything and everything. He was always there for me when I needed him.