(This is another one of my friends experience)

When I was younger around 6, I was like any other little kid, I had an imaginary friend. Although, she was a bit different than other kids. She had marks on her arms but she was my friend so i thought nothing of it. We did everything that little kids did with imaginary friends do, we played together, she even ate at the table with my family and me. When I got older I realized that those marks were burn marks. I was curious to know if a little girl had died. What I found, shocked me at the least. A little girl had died in a cabin that was located near my house. The cabin had burned down. That explained how she passed away. What shocked me the most was her name. It was Vikki, exactly what I had named her. Surprisingly, she stayed with me through life. In fact, I still talk to her today. I never see her, but I always hear her.