a creepy memory when little

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I was pretty young and obviously little when I started seeing entire black, tall, faceless figure. I called him a Stick Man. 

When I used to see him, because he was appearing in front of me or away from me few meters away, I didn't know why and sometimes I used to see him in my dreams. On time when I was alone, having dinner, no body was home he was was in front of me, standing straight and he was just looking at me. I literally jumped so fast and in milli seconds I was in living room and turned on tv like that would save me, tv was my life at that time lol. Nowadays when I'm thinking about that creepy fella, I think I summoned him accidentally. I wouldn't say that he was a demon, I didn't do some fucking ritual shit. I was eight or nine! And it was my birthday. I think that I made an imaginary friend at that time, why? Because no one really wanted to play with me, on my birthday. So I made a Stick Man. I just made him purely tall, faceless and pitch black... why I just couldn't do a unicorn or some a normal looking friend?!? I was a dumb child or just not really creative. 

Anyway, from that day and on I started drawing and imaging my Stick Man friend EVERYWHERE! Wherever I would go and when I would play with myself I would think how I'm playing with Stick Man, only if my little sister was not with me. When I would be at grandparent's house and when they would give me newspapers, but for the grocery ones or the ones with furniture I draw Stick Man there with his parents and siblings, they were also tall, pitch black and faceless, but the female ones had bow on their bald black head. Yeah, I was really creative. To much lol. But of course, as time would go, I slowly started to forget about imaginary friend and that's were nightmare started to happen.

 On one sunny beautiful day as I was playing with friend and my sibling I think, I'm not sure, I know that I was with my friend tho. We were playing with swings and talking and having fun until I looked overside at ally that was leading to backdoor of the school, I saw Stick Man that didn't heave face (obviously), but I know for sure that he was looking at me. I used to see him everywhere! Even in the dark! Like, I was outside in the night with my father, I'm not really sure why, I think I was also maybe eleven or twelve? I don't know, it doesn't really matter anyway, he was there. In the dark. I told my father about it, and he just told: hahaha sweetie, I also used to see those things in my childhood, you are just imagining it.

Yeah, he is probably right, but why do I also, sometimes today, have that feeling that I'm being constantly watched. He also had an answer to that and that was that angels are just protecting me or something. I'm pretty sure that if it was angles than they definitely wouldn't be pitch black and tall and faceless. They would just be pure light circle. I did ask my father later: if that is an angel that is watching time to time...why is it scary and faceless? And in the dark.

My man...did that man looked at like I was a child from horror movie. We never talked about it from that day... but we did talk about last year! Because my psychologist told my mom that I was and still do hear some creepy noises in my room that are coming from my small walk-in closet. My mom and talked to me about that and told me that those noises are coming from the attic because stairs that are obviously leading to it, are behind or above of it? I'm not sure how to explain it, English is my second language, bear with me! So yeah, its because of that... or? Anyway, when I told my parents again about my old friend, the Stick Man, which my told me that when I was little, its all because of creepy videos that I watch...now she thinks that some evil spirits, devil is haunting me. She is very religious so, she even took me to church and pilgrimage. Oh, she even went to some holy place when the holy Mary was seen by children and one adult I think, its pretty close to my village so yeah. She putted flowers that she took from that place where she was seen, and she put them in my room. Its funny but also sweet...but yeah, those flowers are dead, I didn't take proper care of them.... rip Mary's flower...you looked nice...I'm sorry. Anyway, why did I tell that story about my old friend, the Stick Man? Well, I just wanted to get the out of my chest, and because I was, I bored and I need to practice my typing on the computer because I'm afraid that I will fail my typing class... I hate the typing class.

I also have more scary stories about my very non interesting life, I'll probably will write again about that, if I will be bored again. Yea....

bye

Moral of the story: don't do imaginary friends. Especially the creepy ones like I did.