Scary Stories

4

Growing up, my parents were never around much. They left me in the care of my older brother, who played video games all day.

It was very boring - until I met Sally.

Sally and I were best friends, we did everything together. I remember her so clearly; dark brown pigtails and big blue eyes. We often played in the park in our neighbourhood, we would climb trees and go on the swings, we had a lot of fun. She even came to my Aunt's house with us.

But what we really liked to do was have sleepovers. That was the ultimate fun theming to do. We had lots of sleepovers, some at my place and some at hers. My brother never really paid any attention to me, and just left me to do whatever I wanted while he played his video games.

I don't remember anything about Sally's house, just her bedroom. But I do remember what we talked about, and everything we did, just like it was yesterday.

The other day, I mentioned Sally in a conversation with my family at the dinner table. I was shocked when they told me that there was never anyone there.

"No," I said, "I clearly remember having sleepovers with her, and going to the park."

They assured me that Sally was nothing more than an imaginary friend, and when she came over for sleepovers, I would just talk to myself. I even asked my Aunt, and she agreed that there was never anyone there.

That's creepy enough, but what scares me the most is that if Sally wasn't real, then where the hell did I go when I went to sleepovers at her house?

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Author's note:

Hello! Sorry it took so long to post a new story. I'll save you the trouble of wondering by saying that yes this was based off a true story, I just changed it a bit :)

I'll probably be back soon... Maybe...

Aimee x