Imaginary Friends House Novels & Stories

“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.]

And it was then that I stopped crying. +++++++++ Story 2: Imaginary Playmates? So here are a few more stories about my invisible friends. Thing is, I don't seem to remember these stories or my strange playmates... But my parents did. They said that I grew up a cheerful child, that I was so cheerful I was usually the one being played on by unknown creatures in the area. There was one time when Mama left me at home because she needed to buy something for the meal she was cooking, and Papa was in the city to work. He only returned home during weekends.

Mommy and Daddy must have arrived from the office by now. I took a deep breath before ringing the bell of the house. My mommy doesn't like to live in a mansion because she thinks that we won't be able to remain close if the house is big and so we use our mansion only during occasions. But, this house is not any less than a mansion but it's not that big to make my mommy feel distanced. I rang the bell. The door opened after few minutes and I saw the maid, Sally standing there. She is in her mid-fifties and looks after the house really well.

When she was little, she has an imaginary friend named Bennett. She would play and talk with it but as she grew up, she started to forget about it. She still remembers how it felt to have one because it sometimes appears in her nightmare. Emily sighs, her nightmares has become worse since the last few years. She daydreams a lot, thinking of monsters and all other creatures. She even writes about it or draw them sometimes. Emily lay on her bed and closes her eyes, she listens to the chirping sounds of the birds outside her apartment.

“Did you say friends meaning its more than one person?’’ I confirmed again. “Yeah, your friends are very outgoing, pretty and charming. Your father even wants to bake them some cookies, he hasn’t baked for so long. He is so happy to see a friend of you have never brought a friend home remember?’’ What was happening. Did the angels come straight from heaven to pay me visit? I didn’t have any friends. I should be warning her of demons or ghosts trying to pause as my friends. Or was this another big millennial miracle that the earth was witnessing after centuries? “Hey, just... I...’’ I was about to warn her when she cut me off. “Well, I’ll tell them to come up, since you don’t feel like coming

I can see our dog, the imaginary one we're going to own someday, running in the backyard with our son chasing him or throwing a ball. I don't tell Moby. I'm trying to keep an open mind, but this is the house. I love the idea of one story, no stairs to climb, no bedrooms on a separate floor. I would never have requested it but after seeing it, I want it. There's no wasted space. Every inch of this house would be a home. "Whatdya think, Pipes?" I adore the way he looks at me. I hope that gleam in his eyes never leaves.

I was even more surprised when I didn't see him and nor his friends at all till the school closed. ******** We finally got their house and I couldn't help but drop my jaw at it. No, It's a mansion. A fudging huge mansion. It's 5x bigger than mine. "Do you guys live alone?" I asked them still looking at it. "Kinda, our parents are out of the country for a business trip." Chase replied a bit sadly. "Oh." "I can't wait to show you around. You'll love it." He enthusiastically said and I smiled.

Wow, the new house looked like one of those Mc-Mansion things they were always talking about on the news. It was ginormous, and the grounds looked like my grandma's place in England. Us three kids ran hell-bent for leather towards the front door, already fighting over which rooms we wanted. I wasn't too worried though I know their taste. Jared will want something in the attic so he can pretend that he's living alone in a bachelor pad, so he can have whatever brainless friends he makes come over and talk about stupid football.

"What do you mean?" Ariana sighed. "This house is an illustration of my imagination. It's a mirage. It isn't real. It appeared because I believe it and you believe too. That's the reason you were able to enter too. Those outside the house will never know this house exists because they know nothing about it and does not believe it exists" Jasmine muttered an oh. "That's the reason you said it's the perfect place to be" Jabal smiled. "Wow, t-that's awesome"