30 Of The Creepiest Stories About Children's Imaginary Friends That Might Send Chills Down Your Spine

Not an Imaginary Friend per se, but my niece as a toddler made a pretty convincing case that she was reincarnated. From the time she could lisp her first words, she carried on about someone called "Tertha" or "Trutha" or something odd like that. Sometimes she called herself "Tertha" and a fair number of her dolls had those or similar names.

By the time she was 2 or three, she talked non-stop about "Her other Mommy" and "Her sister" and how she (Tertha) and her "Other Mommy and sister were in a car accident and then were in the hospital and her other Mommy died". I mean, she wouldn't quit about it.

My sister neither discouraged her from telling the stories nor encouraged her. She would always finish up with the punchline "Then after my other Mommy died, then I was in your stomach!" Imagine a little child, big eyes looking up at you, rattling on about this.

She pretty much stopped by the time she was 6, and by 8 didn't remember this at all. We figured she had forgotten her reincarnation.

When I was six I had a friend who was a little younger than me and her imaginary friend was not a very nice person. She used to tell me how her imaginary friend, "Mr. G" made her "hurt between her legs" and how he "tasted funny and made funny noises". She was absolutely terrified of him. She told me Mr. G was very, very tall, with no hair, and very mean eyes. After a few sleepovers my mom wouldn't let me have sleepovers at her house anymore and then she and her mom moved away. Her father didn't go with them. He was a very tall man with no hair and mean eyes.

When I was little it was pretty firmly established that I had an imaginary friend named "Other"

Other had the same name as me so I just called him Other.

I would tell my mom that Other was being mean to me and wants to steal dads bike.

I remember I told my father that Other was very mad at him for hurting me (He was an abusive piece of work) and he literally threw me across the room.

I asked my mom about it as an adult and she told me my father had a brother that I was named after and wasn't told about because shortly before I was born he died in a motorcycle accident

My little sister had an imaginary friend called "Rhymey Guy" from when she was 2 to about 5 years old. He was half hamster, half man, six inches tall, and always spoke in rhymes. Once, she randomly began freaking out in the middle of a meal, and when we asked why, she said that rhymey guy had jumped into her mouth and she had swallowed him. About an hour later, she started complaining that she hurt because "rhymey guy was eating her insides." She said her stomach and chest hurt for the next week or so, and she would tell us that she was "trying to poop him out, but he kept crawling back in." It was totally creepy, and after that incident, she told us that rhymey guy wasn't her friend anymore, and that she was scared to go to sleep because he might crawl back inside her. My mom had to "take him out of the room" every night to get her to go the sleep. When she was five and a half, or so, she told us that rhymey guy left to find "another girl to climb inside of." The mind of a child is truly wonderful.

Ha, I haven't thought of this in a while, but when my son was younger (6ish) he had an imaginary friend named Boney Akiki. Boney Akiki was a skeleton man. Honestly my son only ever had the nicest things to say about Boney Akiki, so he wasn't very scary, even for a skeleton man.

CONTEXT: My bedroom was in the attic

When my brother was 4 he told me about the man who lived in the attic. Apparently he would hear someone walking around in the attic when I wasn't in there. He said he'd seen someone's head poking out of the hatch watching him at night, and that he was sorry he'd been too scared to do anything about the man in my bedroom.

I no longer live with them. I was talking to the same brother (now aged 10) about him taking the bigger attic bedroom now it's empty. My youngest brother (5) immediately answered, "but where will the man live?"

A baby cousin and her family moved into a new apartment in the Middle East. Baby cousin would go out to the balcony and play with someone, according to her mom. Talk, run around, laugh, etc. Mom asked who she’s talking to, and she said it was her new friend. Mom got concerned and told her to stop playing there. Later, the dad started feeling like a child would come sit on his lap when he sat on the couch. Felt the weight/warmth of a child but there was nothing there. IIRC they would hear kids’ voices and stuff would disappear and all, too. They moved shortly after.

One night, I was reading a story to our 3-year-old, and he started laughing. He was looking over my shoulder, so I asked him what he was laughing at, and he answered, 'The little girl by the door is being silly!' I looked back, terrified of what I might see, and as I did, he stated, 'Oh! She ran away!' Needless to say, I called my husband at work and told him I would not be sleeping a minute that night!

My cousin had an imaginary friend who she said used to live in the fireplace and “was red and patchy” - as if she was burnt. Apparently she was a little girl who wore funny clothes that “looked like olden day clothes”. Still spooks me out!

My son had an imaginary friend that was an angel. I’d always heard that angels would convince kids to go with them so I was not comfortable at all when he would tell me about this angel. Come to find out, a child had apparently drowned in the tiny pond in the far corner of the yard. So maybe the dead child’s angel was looking for a playmate? Yeah, I had that pond filled in with dirt, real quick.