…but wait, it gets creepier…
Holy crap. :eek:
Ew - that is creepy.
Reminds me of a Mystery Tour I took when I visited New Orleans a few years ago - some of the stories surrounding some of the locations are quite spine chilling.
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My daughter had an imaginary friend called ‘Chunther’ - a small giraffe that lived in the drainage pipe below the plughole in the bath. Should I open it up and look for a tiny dismembered skeleton?
My son’s invisible friend is called ‘Vicar’… for some reason, this worries me… As far as I know there are no dead members of the clergy under my floorboards. Just mice.
Oh, puh-lease. If that were true, my commuter train would be beseiged by hundreds of mobster-ghosts every time we passed through the Jersey swamps.
:eek: She sees dead people?
I don’t know if I’m buying it. Too close to Halloween and all.
Oh…horseshit!
They found the bones under the floor of the trailer ? A haunted trailer ?
Hey y’all, watch this…
The bastards went and took that innocent little girl’s only friend away!
I think it’s pretty clear here we have a case of a little girl murdering another little girl and making up a creepy story to cover her tracks.
Yup. That whole “imaginary friend” BS was a cover story too - how else could she explain why she’d set out a tea party for two, for that afternoon? Hmm? :eek:
Did the little skeleton have heel-marks on the skull? Was it clutching a penmanship medal in its bony hands?
Bahahaha. That’s such an awesome movie.
As for the OP… eh. Nah.
I should be really worried then.
My youngest daughter has had many different imaginary friends. They come and they go.
We have an old basement that is unfinished. As in half of it is still dirt! :eek:
We have had Ruby, Lucy, Judy and “the boys”. The boys I’m guessing are twins because she said there was two of them and they look the same.
Dang that’s going to be alot of digging. Good thing I have five children to chain to the basement for the digging.
What the heck is the name of the Orson Scott Card book that this story closely resembles? The creepiest thing about the article is that it’s so close to the plot of that book.
My stepson, The AntiChrist as I affectionately called him, used to talk about the 3 ghosts that would come to visit him each night. He also used to say things like “Show me the darkness. I’m not afraid!” All this at age 3 1/2. If I didn’t think the whole idea of the supernatural or afterlife was 24 kt. horseshit, I’d have found it rather unnerving. Luckily, I knew that it was nothing except that he was (and is) fucking nuts.
Where can I get me one of them there horses?
What’s that from?
Damn, why does everyone but me get to have a haunted house? 
I read a different article on the same story and it included this piece of information:
Hate to rain on a good ghost story, but if the bones really were outside at one time and dragged in by rodents, then why did the imaginary friend say she was chopped up by a man in a mask and buried under the floorboards?
I’m afraid I can’t dig up a link to the article, but the author was Melanie Bennett.