50 Parents Reveal The Disturbing Things Their Kids Said About Imaginary Friends

My brother had an imaginary friend called Everly. Whenever we got into the car my mum also had to put the seat belt on him. Extra icecream's were bought for him as well as extra breakfast, lunches and dinners dished up. Looking back I think my brother was just a greedy b*****d.

My daughter had two imaginary friends when she was about 8. The first one's name was Lucy. Apparently she had asthma and one day we were driving in the car with the windows down. It was summer and the AC wasn't working so it was pretty hot. My daughter was sitting in the front seat and she said Lucy was sitting on the floor between her legs. All of sudden she's screaming and crying because Lucy had an asthma attack and died because she was so hot.

She got a replacement friend. Her name was Keeshe, and according to my daughter, she was Japanese and Jamaican. Well Keeshe was mean and she used to bite people so my daughter said she had to "get rid of her." Whatever that meant.

When I was about four, I had an imaginary friend named Chuck. One day I started screaming because I saw my dad run Chuck over with the lawnmower.

About a year later, my brother grabbed some hamburger off the shelf in the supermarket and had me sound out the sticker on the front: GROUND CHUCK.

My brother is ten years older than me. I’m 40now, he’s 50, and he’s still a d**k.

When my daughter was eight, My wife went to wake her up for school. Her window was open, so she asked if she was hot last night. She replied:

“No my friend Fred comes over, and he takes pictures with me at night.”

Instantly my wife goes into panic mode. She asks her teacher about anyone named Fred in class or any teachers with that name, nope. Therefore, she asks for more details about Fred. My daughter then pulls out all the letters he’s written her. Well, the letters are in her handwriting, so you could easily tell he was fake.

Ohthankgod crisis averted.

Not a parent, but my sister's imaginary friend died in a hunting incident. "Mr. Nobody" was accidentally shot, due to the fact that he was invisible.

I heard from my parents that I had an imaginary friend named Robert, apparently he had died in a fire. I don't remember this but my parents told me that I would stare at our fireplace in the winter and say "Turn it off, Robert doesn't like fire." and "Robert said fire burns." I would say some really creepy stuff.

When my daughter was around 4 she had an imaginary friend named Jack that lived under our back porch. He liked to shove sticks down people's throats. I told her that maybe Jack wasn't the nicest person to hang out with!!

My daughter had started having an imaginary friend named Riley shortly after we moved into an apartment. It was all cute until she told me he died because his mommy was a bad person. A few months later I met an upstairs neighbor who told me a few tenants ago there was a lady who k****d her son named Riley. I had chills.

My daughter used to chat away to nothing looking at the end of the bed. Quite some time later (months), she said she missed her friend. Asked her who she was talking about and she says the boy that used to sit and the end of her bed and talk to her.

She also knew the name of my cat who died before she was born and we are sure no one told her.

My son used to start screaming at night about a lady with dark curly hair in his room, he was about 4. He said she wanted to tickle him and kept telling him to relax. We assumed it was a recurring nightmare and brushed it off but then he started telling me he couldn’t go in the living room because she came out of the wall there during the day. It really started impacting our everyday life. We even asked a therapist about dealing with it but it still continued. A month or so later we moved (unrelated) and it stopped. I asked him about it casually so I wouldn’t f***k him out and he said she was sitting on the floor in the hall outside our apartment door. She had asked him if she could come in and he said no. No more episodes after that. I don’t believe in the supernatural but that creeped me right out.

I didnt remember this until my mother reminded me and then the memories came pouring in...

About 3 or 4 yrs old. I used to see a woman's face appear in the ceiling, or she would appear full-bodied in the strangest places. She had black hair, fair skin, reddest lips, green eyes and wore white.

She would usually only appear in my bedroom in the ceiling or sitting above the curtains. One time i saw her sitting on the bonnet of the car when we were driving... i would always f***k out when i saw her.

My mum was kinda superstitious so she told me to ask it to leave me alone. It didnt come back for a while. Then maybe year or so later my mother asked me if i had seen it lately, i decided to see if it would come back so i called out for it. It returned. I told my mother and she told me to ask it what it wanted. I did and it answered it was just watching.. i never saw it again after that, but i like to think my countless near-death experiences have been narrowly avoided thanks to this being.

My brother had an invisible friend named Tony Rygel. He was 6 inches tall and was elderly. One day we found my brother crying in his room. Apparently Tony Rygel had passed away in his sleep. We buried him in a shoe box in the backyard. So basically we had a funeral, complete with a moment of silence, for an empty shoebox.

I have told this story before but the creepiest thing about my son’s imaginary friend was that he was so...l**e. My son said he had a triangle as a head and square as a body and lived behind one of our chairs in “his apartment”.

His name was Gale and he always had problems at work and a boring job. Eventually he got married and had to work more because of his wife. They are eventually had three or four imaginary children and still lived lived in the tiny imaginary apartment. Gale
kept his imaginary l**e job and had to deal with his wife and kids.

I felt bad for the guy.

When my older daughter was two or three, she used to have a couple of imaginary friends, Dodo and DeeDee. They were typical imaginary friends. She would talk to them and play with them, and tell me about their lives.

Then one day, when she was about three, she was talking on her play phone when I walked into the room. She "hung up" her phone and said to me (with a completely flat voice and deadpan expression): "The Evil is coming."

It scared the s**t out of me. She seriously had an imaginary friend named "The Evil".

Turns out The Evil was actually a pretty nice friend, she just had an unfortunate name.

When I was about 4, I had an imaginary friend named Bomba. I remember pretty well that he wore a purple turban and had darker skin.
I made my mom set a place for him at the dinner table and scootched to the edge of my bed every night to make room for him for months.

For my dads birthday that summer, my parents had a party. We had a small pool, and by this point I was allowed to be in the shallow end with my water wings if an adult was watching me. With the adults all distracted, though, I decided to break the rules and go in without my wings or supervision.

Someone noticed me underwater pretty soon after, head under but my legs kicking toward the edge. My dad jumped in, fully clothed, and pulled me out. Fuss ensued. When it was clear I was alright, the first thing I said to my mom was "Bomba told me to just keep kicking. That I'd make it to the edge if I just kept kicking."

The next day, when my mom was setting the table, I stopped her when I saw her set Bomba's place. He was gone and I guess I stopped speaking of him after that.

TL;DR - my imaginary friend saved my life then dipped out.

My daughter had a man who she called “ghost bob”. She said he hung out in the corner of her room.

My grandfather was named Robert, who I called Grandpa Bob. I was very close to him and he died of lung cancer when I was 13.

An exchange between one of the students ( 5 years old) in my student teaching placement and myself:

Me: What do you want to write about?

Her: Jack

Me: Oh? Who's Jack?

Her: He's my invisible friend.

Me: Oh, ok, tell me something about Jack.

Her: He's dead.

Pro tip: if you or your child is experiencing anything you vaguely suspect could be supernatural, immediately go out and buy a carbon monoxide detector.

Carbon monoxide poisoning explains the huge surge of ghost sightings in the early 1900s.

When my daughter was younger, she had an imaginary friend called Hunan Watjackson. He came with us everywhere for months. One day I asked her where he was. She informed me he tried to kiss her, so she sliced him with a knife and he was buried under our floor.

Very late to the party but I never get to tell this. I still get chills thinking about it. I was young. Old enough to function on my own, but too young to properly remember, around 3 or 4 I think. My dad told me the story. He said I had an imaginary friend named Jebby. He would visit me in my room at night. Sometimes during the day. But he would always be in my room. Calling me to him if I wasn't already in there.

The way I described him to my dad was, he was in all black. A big black coat covering him and a black hat pulled over his face. You could see he had red eyes. He only had a couple parts of him you could actually see not covered by the coat. I always said, "he has wings and a tail, but he couldn't fly. And his tail was a snake."

He did want something. Everytime he was there, my dad said he wanted me to hang out with him and help him find his book. No one knows what book he was looking for. He just apparently had a book in our apartment that he had to find. My dad said I refused a lot. I wasn't scared, I just didn't feel like helping him. Like turning down a friend or family.

One day, my mom took me to the book store and I picked out a book. I can't really remember it well, but I remember I loved it and went to sleep with it in my bed that same night I got it. It was gone the next morning. We never found it. We moved out eventually too, and it just wasn't there anymore. And there were no more Jebby incidents after that.