I was conjured up one day after a tormented soul needed someone who had went through the same torture as them and that’s where I come in I look like a WW2 soldier covered in multiple cuts,burns and bullet holes. I’m also hanging from the ceiling but instead of rope it’s barded wire.

When my previous ‘friend’ had passed away I was relieved, “I can finally be a peace” I thought to my self nut no their was a family who had decided to move into the house my old ‘friend’ used to live in before he passed away. The family consists of a mother probably from Wales and looks like she’s expecting another child , a father a very wealthy looking man probably from Spain or somewhere similar, a German shepherd how ironic, then my new ‘friend’ a little girl I couldn’t exactly put my finger on what type of girl she was. She liked make up, the Color pink, hated kissing boys but on the other hand she likes mud, going hunting for bugs in the garden she was a odd person to say the least.

I thought I could live their without the family seeing me well because I’m an imaginary friend it was easy but the little girl saw me somehow out of all imaginary people she chose me. Being her ‘friend’ was like if heaven and hell had a baby and I was living in there. Playing with her is the hell part, she could touch me like an ordinary friend, this also meant she could apply makeup on me, dress me up in silly tutus, paint me with different things. It was awful but the heaven part is when I would mess around with the family,mentally that is, I would tell the girl to say things in front on her family. There were simple things like “where are babies from” and “I know Santa isn’t real now” but I liked doing the best I could think of for example one time the family had guests over and I told the girl to scream at the top of her lungs “HITLER WAS A GOOD MAN AND WAS WRONGLY CHARGED” the look on everyones face was priceless these moments I grew fond of her other times no.