Ever since I was 8 years old I have had this feeling of having encounters with the dead. When we lived in our old house I used to have an imaginary friend that my parents said I always spoke to. Though I cannot remember her name, I do remember one instance. I had been sitting in my parents room watching a movie and I offered my imaginary friend to sit on the bean bag chair that I had brought into the room. I have always been told that I was a very OCD, tidy child, and I remember making sure that the bean bag chair was completely flat and smooth, as everything had to be back then. I remember turning towards the movie after I had offered for her to sit down, and hearing a sound, looking at the bean bag chair, there was an indent as though someone was sitting down. My parents stated that I often spoke to …
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