Imaginary Friends House Novels & Stories

Disgruntled, I step away from the railing to follow Emma and her friends, who are moving deeper into the house. "Be careful," Mariam tells me as I start down the stairs. "Call for me if you need anything." "Same to you," I reply, hurrying to catch up to the girls. They're chatting and giggling, heading to what I've dubbed the play room. I came upon the room while exploring a few days back and immediately fell in love. The room houses a larger than life TV, multiple gaming systems, a pool table, the most comfortable couch ever, and a bunch of other playful things that teenagers like.

“This is your house? It’s way bigger than the one in the town.” “I know, that’s exactly why I dislike it.” “You prefer small and simple.” “That’s the best type of house. Shall we?” As I entered the house, I start to feel guilty about lying to everyone. I told them I’d be at a friend’s house, little did I know that they weren’t even in the country. “It's huge, the house is built just like a castle. Way bigger than my father’s house.” The house contains a pool, a flower garden, a tennis court and other beautiful things.

He scratched his head, Lillian never looked so sad, not even when their mother left. "Maybe it's because you're nine years old." That was the only sentence that could occur to Phillip. "What is the relation?" "You know ... imaginary friends disappear with age." Lillian let out a disappointed sigh. "So, he is just my imagination, huh?" "Only you can see it, Lill. I never saw a glimpse of things, even though we always spent time together in this house." "Maybe because he only wants to be my friend ...." "Maybe because he's only inside of your head."

She smiled and immediately looked for the eggs. She carefully takes six of them, and put them in a plastic bag before giving the handle to the kid, which Andie took in a quick. He was just rushing his way back to their house when a Huge house caught his eyes. He stopped and looked at the house. It was indeed way larger than theirs. There was something that made his hair stand as goosebumps traveled through his skin. It was an abandoned house where some rich and middle class people used to live. And there was a rumour that there was a ghost inside of that huge house. Like any other kids, It made Andie scared and confused.

Clarissa Clarissa and Blake sat on his bed, talking. When she mentioned Mimi, Blake asked who he was. Well, if he was going to find out how crazy she was, now was a good time, right? “Well, I normally tell people that he is my imaginary friend.” She admitted, her ears turning red. “But when I do that, Mimi gets angry with me. He says he is not imaginary.” “So do you see him now?” Blake wondered, motioning to the room.

He nods his head and opens the curtains. “I want to move, we need a bigger house, this is not a house, for kids to live in”, he says and I look around. This place is huge, how can he say that is not big enough? “I like it here”, In let out and he shakes his head pulling me into his arms before pecking my lips. “Wed need a house, something with a garden where we can raise our babies, to grow up running around the garden and so they can have a slide, and swings, and everything a child needs”, he says and I scrunch my nose. “I don’t want our children to be spoiled”, I let out and he laughs.

he said confidently though his presenting a blank face. "Can you please stop saying they're your friends? They're not real! Oh, my goodness, I think I am gonna lose my mind when I keep myself around you. Always remember this, Aiden, they will never be your friends because they are just characters in the game, tsk, tsk!" I didn't wait for his rebut instead I focused myself onㅡWHAAAT?! "Mythical Glory 1,236 stars???" his head slanted slightly as if he's trying to read my reaction.

My eyes narrowed as he carefully outlined the same damn mansion he had drawn before. Tall. Expansive. Too big to be the apartment we were in now. And Naya noticed immediately. She frowned, tilting her head. “Baby?” Aiden didn’t respond; just kept drawing. Her fingers twitched against the table. “Why do you keep drawing this house?” Aiden paused. His little lips parted slightly as if realising he had done something wrong. I clenched my jaw, stepping in fast. “Like you said, maybe it’s just how he remembers things,” I said before he could speak, gentling my tone so it sounded sympathetic. “You know how kids are. Their imagination exaggerates everything.”

“This afternoon. People brought boxes. Lots of boxes. Big boxes. Maybe furniture. Maybe treasure.” “Maybe bodies,” Max said enthusiastically. I looked at him. He smiled innocently. “I saw it in Tío Theo’s movie.” Bianna sat a little straighter, Max still trapped in her lap. “The empty house next door?” “Mm-hm,” Issa answered. “The lights are pretty now.” I stared at the glow behind the trees. The house next door had never felt close before. This community was designed so every owner could pretend they didn’t have neighbors, only expensive trees and driveways that were far too long. But tonight, those lights made the distance shrink.

Almost half an hour passed before the person sent me a contact number. [This is my friend’s WhatsApp number. Henry has been studying the occult for years, so just ask him any questions you have.] I added Henry and gave him a brief rundown of the situation before he replied. [Send a few photos to me.] While Yvonne was distracted, I took a few photos of the shoe cabinet, the shoes arranged neatly on the floor, and a discreet shot of her. A long time passed before Henry replied, [According to folklore, you’re in quite the complicated situation. Your friend is indeed performing the Guiding Ritual.]