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imaginary friend

TW: slight medical theme, car accident

Statement of Lucy kamron, regarding her experiences with a “dark figure”
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When i was younger i had a very active imagination, i mean what kid doesn't. I had an imaginary friend, his name was Oliver. Oliver first showed up when I was around five or six. He said he was a ghost who used to live in my house. We would talk and talk for hours.
    My parents were both doctors so I spent a lot of time alone at night. I hated and still hate the dark. I had a night light up until I was almost 14. I've always been a bit of a control freak. I hate the feeling of not knowing what's going on and just the thought that I couldn't know what might be lurking in the dark, well lets just say my mind could come up with some dark shit, pardon my french. Though once I met Oliver my fear subsided, for a bit.
    He would always tell me there was nothing to fear, and i guess i trusted him, god that was a bad idea.

    I think I was about 16 when it all happened. By then I had grown to think Oliver was just part of my childhood, nothing but my imagination, well that night i was partying with friends, we were heading back to my girlfriend Ashley's place since her house was the closest.
We were about 20 minutes away from her house when i saw him, i was taking off my makeup in the passenger mirror i saw a flash of... I guess the best way to describe it is, a black light? Not like a UV black light but a literal black light. And then his face just kinda appeared next to me in the mirror, but he was barely like what I remember he looked like in my childhood, his eyes were the worst, they were a pure absence of light and around the eyes were tendrils of black veins? I screamed,Ashley was so startled by my scream she ended up swerving off the road.
The rest went by in a blur we ended up crashing into a ditch and i was knocked unconscious, i ended up getting the brunt of it, i had a really bad hit to the head and i ended up in a comma for about three months, i mean i've never been in a comma before but talking to other people who have experienced it, my experience was,well… different. Most people say it feels like just sleeping, others say it's like dreaming. I guess you could say i was more on the dream side, like an out of body/ ghost? I could see my body in the hospital bed and my family and friends would visit me, but the world I saw was different? Like uncanny valley it was dim and felt like a poorly rendered polaroid was blurry and the longer I stayed in that coma the darker it got, and he was there.. Not doing anything just sitting there always, always in the corner of that god offal hospital room. I did try to yell and get the attention of people in the first week, but I stopped after a bit, they couldn't hear me. About the last three weeks before i woke up my little coma world had barely any light and it was so blurry i had almost forgotten my name by then, my friends rarely visited by then even my parents only showed up for about five minutes every few days. My only consistent “company” was Oliver but even then at the end he was just a black shadow.
And then I woke up. It took months of rehab and counseling to get me back in to society and even then Im still to parinoid to go in a car or sleep by myself, lucky that one isn't to hard to avoid, I'm now married to Ashley and she doesn't really have a job that makes her have to travel.