My mother told me that when I was a kid I had an imaginary friend named Jessie. I don't really remember much about him but I remember my parents asking about him quiet a lot. They seemed quiet concerned. My mother said that one day she was taking me into town to go shopping. We were walking past a graveyard and I suddenly broke free from her grasp and through the gates. My mother called out to me but I didn't listen to her she followed me into the graveyard ands she said I ran straight over a small grave and just stood there staring at it. It was a grave of a little boy named Jessie who had died when he was 5 years old
A/n -- hey guys. Long time no see. You guys at least got a couple updates from me I don't know if I'll be posting regularly. But anyways have a nice day. Bye
