When I was about 4-5 I had an imaginary friend. This wasn't very weird since lots of my family members had imaginary friends when they were little.

My imaginary friend was named Pencil Neck. The story I made up about him was this; Pencil Neck stabbed people in the neck with Pencils, to kill them of coarse. When Pencil Neck was 40 years old he stabbed himself in the neck with a pencil, so he was a ghost. He had a long grey beard, a old grey leather jacket. Old shoes with holes. A grey T-Shirt and old pants. Let's just say he looked like your average homeless man.

We lived in apartments at the time, so my mom had a mediam sized walk-in closet (I think, I don't remember it was a long time ago lol.) I would sit in there and talk to Pencil Neck all day. It freaked my parents out alot! We moved into a house a few months later, right after we left our old house I forgot all about Pencil Neck and got some new my-aged imaginary friends. Then I got real friends! My mom and aunt told me about this when I was about 9. Let's just say I was a really creepy kid!

This is a true story! I don't know if I was acually speaking to a ghost, but I don't think I'll ever know. If you want to use this story feel free, but give me credit in the chapter!