Imaginary Friends

By Laura of Maryland, USA

There was this little girl named Jessie who kept talking to her mom about her two friends in the house. According to her, they were Virgina and Marry. As most children had imaginary friends, her mother didn't think much about it.

One day she was play with her imaginary friends when her mom came and politely told her that her imaginary friends had to go home as it was bed time. It was then that Jessie said, "But Mom, Marry is my only imaginary friend. Virgina is my real friend."

Some time later, Jessie's grandfather passed away. Jessie's mother brought her back to her hometown to attend the funeral. While in her grandfather's house, Jessie stumbled upon a picture on the wall.

"Mom! Look! It's Virgina. Why is her picture here?" Jessie exclaimed.

Her mother looked at the picture and remembered Virgina. She was her cousin who died many, many years ago due to some illness. Virgina was only eight then. Jessie's mother then recalled the little conversation she had with Jessie several days earlier. Did Jessie really see Virgina? Was she at our home playing with Jessie all these while?

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Last Visit

By Eric Martin of USA

One night, when I was still a little boy, I woke up and I was shaking in fear. I didn't know why I was so scared. I got up and wanted to go to the bathroom. However, when I opened the door, it was all red outside. I ran back to my bed and yelled for my parents.

My parents came in and I told them what happened. My father said I had a nightmare I couldn't remember of. He reckoned I was probably sleepy and didn't see properly when I saw everything was in red. However, my mother just kept quiet.

Afterwards, my father left the room but my mother stayed with me. She told me she had some sort of a nightmare too. She could also sense that someone tapped her on her shoulder just before she woke up. However, she assured me that everything is fine and she would stay with me until I fell asleep again.

In the middle of the night, I woke up again for no reasons. When I opened my eyes, I saw a man about 7 feet tall. He was wearing a long coat and all black. I couldn't see his face but his eyes were reddish and looked sad. He waved at me and said, "I'm gone, my boy."

The next morning, we received news that my grandfather had past away in his sleep. Was it my grandfather who came and visited me for one last time? Was it him to tap on my mother's shoulder?

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Harold the Scarecrow

By Jen of Edmonton, USA

This happened a very long time ago on a farm in Edmonton.

Two brothers lived with their grandparents and everyday they had to work in the cornfields, but crows always crowded the corn, so the two brothers had to chase them away all the time.

One day, one of the brothers suggested that they should make a scarecrow, so they got to work. They named him 'Harold' after their old neighbour who died. The two boys laughed as they made Harold's black beady eyes and his evil grin. They set it up in the field and walked away, satisfied.

That night the two brothers were bothered by strange noises coming from outside. One of them joked, "It's Harold!" but after a while, they both fell asleep. The next morning, they found Harold leaning against their bedroom window. But they convinced each other that it was the wind.

This happened for the next three nights, and they woke up every morning to find Harold in different places. This began to give them the spooks.

One day, the two brothers were walking to the pasture to milk the cows when one of them said, "We forgot the milking stool!" None of them wanted to go back to the barn, for the cornfield was across from the barn, and Harold was in the cornfield. The older one finally said he'd do it and left. The younger brother waited at the pasture for about half an hour before he headed back in search for his brother. As he walked back, he worried himself about Harold. What if Harold got him? "Nah," He told himself. As he neared the barn, he heard a thumping noise and looked up to the barn roof. And there was Harold, trotting around a dead, torn up body, drying it in the sun.

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