Sarah

Have you ever had or heard of someone having an imaginary friend during that it's completely normal and that this children will eventually grow out of it. Well, what if it doesn't go away. In today's episode, you will hear one of the most terrifying accounts of an imaginary friend. Don't listen alone. My name is Edwin and here is Charlotte. It's true scary story. This all started when I was about five in two thousand and five Norwalk, California. I was living with my grandparents because my parents were kind of separated at the time. I feel like that made it even worse. There's a lot of negative energy. Around that time. I started seeing an imaginary friend, is what my family called it. I thought she was real. We used to have this huge hallway. At the end of the hallway was this closet. One day I just opened it. There she was. I just started talking to her every day. My family just let me go because I didn't have a lot of friends in the area. But then they started asking me more questions about her. Why is she here, what does she look like. I didn't like to talk about it much because she had told me not to say anything to anybody or something bad would happen. I'm not exactly sure what would happen, but she just said not to. My siblings started picking on me about it. They just kept about asking you, what does she look like? Where did she come from? I eventually told them her name is Sarah, Sarah. She is older than me, hen or eight. She where's a dredge, has long brown hair. I don't really know what her face looks like, but there you go. They continued to tease me, as siblings do. Everything was fine for a while until she started scaring me. She even told me, I told you not to say anything. This is what you get. She would slam doors, flicker the lights. My grandma that I lived with, she was very religious. She didn't believe any of that. She just thought, oh, it's the wind, it's electrical. She'd brushed it off. It still scared me. One night. They got so bad that one night my sister was teasing me about it. She's sitting on the bed, still going on about how I'm stupid for having imagine her friends. She was like, where is she? She's not even here. I pointed to the bed right next to her that she was sitting on. She looked over you could see the indent of someone sitting in the bed with her. She starts screaming and running to my grandparents, and I got in trouble because I thought it was funny. She kind of deserved it, in my eyes. It worked out after a couple of years. In two thousand and seven, two thousand and eight, I moved out of my grandparents and moved in with both my parents in Long Beach, California. It wasn't a great environment. There's a lot of arguing. It was a very dysfunctional household. It just got worse with that. I feel like spirit speed off of negativity. I was just on my own. I didn't have any friends yet. I just went back to talking to Sarah. I was seventy eight, so I was still able to do that and not look weird. After a while of living there, I got friends, and I never really talked about Sarah with them. I thought it was weird. Sarah didn't like that. She continued to hurt me, just scaring me, throwing things, touching me. It was very chaotic. That house that we lived in in Long Beach had a lot of different others, spirits, the negativity, it just made it worse. We had one that I considered to be a pervert. I have a lot of sisters. He made us feel like we were being watched when we were getting dressed. He would touch specific parts of our bodies that were private. It was just weird. I feel like they both worked together to make us feel scared all the time, Scared to walk out of our rooms at night because we thought something was there. It was a really old house. We would just hear creaking back and forth through the hallway, just someone walking. The door made a certain sound when it closed, kind of squeaked. We would hear something trying to open it. We would hear the squeak. We just have the TV going. We didn't want to hear the noises anymore. You never felt like you were alone. There's just always someone watching you in that house. Me and my sister's beds were side by side, real close to each other because the room was super small. One morning, I was waking up but still sleep I heard scratching, like when you run your fingers on the bed really fast, like a spider. I heard that coming towards my neck super fast, and then it scratched me on the back of my neck. I thought it was my sister because we were so close, she could easily grab me from her bed, but she was asleep. I woke up and explained to her what happened. She didn't relieve me. We didn't look at my neck to see if anything was there, but it burned, it felt hot. Something touched me. We just didn't know what to do. We just brushed it off and continued on living there. We were there for a while and we moved up to the Riverside area in two thousand. We got a new house. We thought nothing could be there because it's new. Nobody was there before us. It was like new beginnings. For the first month or two, it was just me my mom that moved up here and my siblings stayed down in Long Beach. My mom would sleep in the living room. We didn't have any furniture at the time. We just moved in. I slept in my room because I had my first room. One of the first nights that we were there, while I was in my room, I had the TV on. I was minding my own business and I heard someone jiggling the door knob. I thought, Oh, it's just a mom walking, she's going to sleep I didn't think about it. I didn't want to bring that kind of energy into the new house. I didn't want anything to happen. I don't think I told my mom. I didn't even tell my siblings. I just kept it to myself. My siblings moved in, and my oldest sibling moved in with her best friend. Everything was great. It wasn't negative. My parents weren't together, they were separated, no arguing. It was really nice. Then my older siblings and her friends they started messing with Wuiji boards, not doing it properly, asking the wrong questions, things about themselves, stuff that you're not supposed to do, and not taking it seriously. They started asking questions about Sarah. I wasn't there for any of the sessions that they had. They just would tell me about it. I didn't like messing with that stuff. After they start doing that, we started to get a lot of issues. Doors opening. We had a laundry room. We had lights in there, but it just felt so heavy and dark all the time. There was just something in that room. We would always hear the dryer door opening and closing. My little sister, she was three at the time, she was seeing something. She started talking to something. We asked her to describe her to us. She said that she had really pale skin, really beady black eyes, and red hair. No clothes or anything that she ever described. It was just so creepy. When we asked her to describe her, we were sitting in our formal dining room that we turned into a toy room. She was facing the window that was behind me and my sister when we were asking her. At that window, we had a toy kitchen. When we asked her, or is she can you see her? She points right behind us at the kitchen playset. Yeah, she's sitting on the playset. She has red hair, she's pale skin, she's sitting right there. We are like, what do you mean? How is she sitting? Is she sitting like us on our butts like normal? And she's like, no, no, I'll show you. She gets up. She goes on her little chair on her feet and her hands lunging trying to get to us. It freaked us out and we just stopped the interrogation. We didn't want to scare her at all. She never gave her a name. To my knowledge, I don't remember her giving her a name, but every once in a while we would catch her talking to her whatever, and we just let it go. A little bit after that, we were in the main kitchen living room area of the house. We have an air conditioning vent in that room. Out of the blue, my little sister just starts scream crying. We're like, what happened? Which are you okay? She's just pointing at this air conditioning event. She's like, she's in there, cool, what are you talking about it? She's like that girl with the red hair. She's in there, she's watching me. She's always in there. We could even calm her down. I think we ended up covering the event with paper or something so she wouldn't look at it. It just freaked her out. Then we stopped talking about it. We would tell her, don't talk to her, just ignore her. She is bad. We were around her more, we gave her more attention so she didn't have to talk to her, and eventually she grew out of it. It lasted a year that she was talking to her and eventually she just stopped. Maybe two or three years after she said that she didn't remember, so I hope she doesn't remember. In the same timeframe of my sisters playing with the Ouiji board and all of that. I started getting really bad nightmares that started to get sleep prolysis for the first time. My nightmares were Sarah just scaring me constantly, and I just wake up like in the movies how they wake up, and they're just like all the time. I would have the TV on to help me, I'd have lights on, I had a night light like. I just couldn't sleep. It was just horrible. I got so scared to sleep on my own that I ended up giving my room to one of my sisters and I slept with my brother. Everything stopped. I didn't have nightmares, I didn't have sleep prolysses. But eventually I had to move back in in my room because I got too old to sleep with my brother. When I went back into my room, it just started again. I started getting sleep prolysis nightmares. Or one of my nightmares. I was in this warehouse slicking room. There's this little girl, which I believe is Sarah. She just looked different to me. She was about to do a handstanding. I yelled at her, don't do that. You're gonna hurt your head or something. We'rem a concrete something of that sort. She slowly put her hands down and looked at me. Right as her hands got to her side, she lunged and start screaming at me. I woke up instantly, and I could hear the echoing of the scream. I didn't go back to sleep. I think I woke up about five am. It got so bad that I would see Sarah constantly in my room. When I was younger, I didn't see her as often. I just would talk to her and I would hear her talking to me. But now I was seeing her. It wasn't the little girl that I always saw. One night, I was trying to go to sleep, at the corner of my room, I saw this really palm dark figure, its shoulders on the ceiling. It was hunched over. I turned the light. I looked up over there, and it was just my backpack or something. That's probably just my eyes play tricks on me in the dark. Turned light off. It's still there. I eventually forced myself to go to sleep and forget about it. But it really scared me, and I started talking to my very religious grandmother about it. She was like, oh, well, when you see things like that, just call on God or anything. And I'm not very religious. I tried, and I just it wasn't me. It just it never helped me. It just it didn't stop. Soon, even more people begin to detect that something isn't right and begin to do something about it. The rest of her stories coming upward after this stay with us, my sister she had this friend that started coming around and would tell us, Oh, it's kind of weird in here, there's something off. We never told her the specifics of me having something follow me, or about anything that happened along Beach. I remember one day she came over and she's like, we need to cleanse the house. Put salt on the windowsills and the doors that will keep things out. We did that and it made the house feel a little better, but it was still very eerie feeling. And then we would see that something was pushing the salt off of the windowsills. We would just go home and it would be gone. We'd have to redo it every day. It just happened. We told her, and she's like, Okay, that's weird. We just kept on googling things, what we can do and anything that we could, but it just never really worked. She came over and she was asking us questions, did you guys have a grandpa that passed away? Yeah, that's my dad's dad. She described him to a tea and we have no pictures of him. She told us, look, don't say anything, but I am psychic. But I don't like doing it. I'll do it for you guys, because you guys really need the help. She just kept on describing people that she saw around the house. Aunts, uncles, grandparents and all that. She gets snee she holds my hands. She's like, let me just look at you for a second. Let me read your palms. Whatever she's doing. She was like, okay, can you step out of the room real quick. I walk out. She's with my sister talking to her, and she called me back in. She's like, so, did you know that you have this little girl, Sarah right. I was like, oh my god. Yes, we never told her about it. She described her perfectly, the hair, the dress, everything perfectly. She told me she will hurt you, not always physical. When you're really sad, she will make you even sadder. If something's going on, she's gonna make it worse. She will play mind games with you. She'll drop something, you'll hear it and you'll go look for it, but she already put it back. She makes you feel like you're going crazy. Also, she's not a little girl. I hope you know that. She's this really tall, dark figure. You've seen it and I was like, yeah, I have. That's wild and she's like, yeah, that's her true form. She'll show it to you. You got to do something. She's really trying to scare you if she shows you that. I was really freaked out. How do I get rid of her? And she's like, you can, but I mean you don't really have to. She's not going to do anything to harm you. And I'm like, okay, then it's fine. I don't think I want to anyways. Sarah can't physically do anything to me in a sense. She's not a devened. It's also one of those things I've had her for so long, got used to it. It's kind of like, ah, just keep her like it's okay. She never really told me how I could get rid of her, and I never really asked her because I wasn't really looking towards that was scared. For a while after that, I didn't want to see it because I didn't understand that there was differences. I didn't understand that there's different things. I thought, it's a little kid. It's a little kid. But when I started seeing the big shadowy figure before she had told me this, I figured it was Sarah. It felt the same, but it was darker. I tried to really ignore it. That's what she told me to do. She just told me, like, ignore it. I didn't see her as often, which was nice. I feel like she just comes in waves. But I lived there from middle school until I graduated high school. Eventually my dad moved in with us, and he brought a lot of negativity, a lot of arguing. My siblings moved out. I was alone with my little sister. She was in kindergarten. I didn't have a lot in call with her. I was seventeen. I was always super depressed, but made it worse. I was still having my sleep prowesses. It was a very chaotic time for me, and eventually I moved in with my mom's mom, my grandma. One of my sisters lived there with me and my aunt and uncle. Everything was fine, we were okay and like it was a little bit after my grandpa had passed, so the house was just a little different because he wasn't there just an empty feeling? I guess. Me and my sister were full time caretakers of my grandma before I got a job. We spent a lot of time with her. I wasn't really seeing anything. Nothing was happening. Then my grandma passed away in twenty eighteen, so I only had a year with her before she passed. Before she passed, she was downstairs hospice care. We had a baby monitor on her to make sure she was okay. We just want to make sure she was okay. A couple days of watching her and we go down the next morning and she would tell us, like, I heard Grandpa walking to me. My grandpa walked a specific way and we would hear it. Once in a while he dragged his feet. We would hear that dragging, that shuffling. She was like, I saw him standing there. He's been watching over me. And this is someone who doesn't believe in even your family coming to visit you. She would tell us, like, I see him. When she passed, we didn't hear anything of them. It felt like they were truly just gone. We were happy for them because they wanted to be together, so it was fine. But after she had passed. That's when we started hearing more things, feeling more scared. The kitchen had a bar, and beyond the bar was the living room, and in the back of the kitchen was this other room. And we called this the Gold Room because my grandma decorated it in gold. Every time you were in the kitchen washing dishes, something was in that gold room. We would see things, something watching us from the bar. We'd look at it and he'd run away. We thought it's just the cat. We had a black cat, so we thought it was the cat. But no, it would be as a full figure. We couldn't make out what it was. We just called it a boy. Everybody saw him in the house. My aunt and uncle, they didn't really believe it, but they would be like, oh, yeah, we saw him. One night, it was me and my sister. We had a friend over and we just kept feeling like we were just being watched. We were downstairs in the living room and we felt this heavy feeling. I don't remember why, but we ended up walking into the Gold Room. No lights were on, and in the corner it felt so heavy you couldn't even really hear what was around you. It was so muffled and so heavy. You would walk out of it and you feel fine. It's hard to describe as like a void radio static. It felt fuzzy. That one friend that had told us about Sarah, and we had went to her and told her about it, and she was like, don't go in that. You can make more issues if you go into those things, because there are things trying to take your energy. We believed her, obviously, but we were like, oh, it's not that serious. And eventually it was just like a big boom of problems. One night, I was the only one in the house. Everyone had left. I was upstairs the upstairs balcony. You can see into the gold room. It's like in the same space. I just kept on hearing a conversation, a man and a woman talking. So I go downstairs feeling brave. Maybe someone left a TV on downstairs or something. I checked the rooms. Nothing, It's pitch black down there. I go back upstairs. I just hear it and it's getting louder. I'm thinking someone's in the house. At this point, I called my dad. I'm really scared. I don't know what to do. I'm all alone, and he was like, well, I'll just go pick you up and you can come back here. And I was like, no, I have to stay here. I just wanted you to know that there's someone here. I also didn't want to go because me and him had so many issues as I was like, no, I'll just stick it out. And it just kept on getting louder. I couldn't hear exactly what they were talking about, but you could hear them going sh every time they said it sounded closer. I just grabbed the animals. I had a dog in my cat. I go into the room, close the door, lock the door, turn on the TV super loud, remained quiet, and just went to bed. I didn't want to deal with it. My family came back the next day. I told them. They're like, oh, yeah, nothing, it's fine, you know, it's okay. I'm like okay. I eventually got my own room. I had my cat with me and I put a bell on her. We live in an area that there's a lot of coyotes. I didn't want her to get out. Some nights, I would hear the bell downstairs. I'd be like, oh, she's just running around. I heard the bell go off downstairs. I heard her bell. I was like okay, let me go grab her. I get up out of my bed, open the door to let her in, and she's in my room on the floor right there. I just locked my door, went to bed. This happened several times. I got the courage to go downstairs and see what was making that noise. I go downstairs. I'd bring my phone light. I'm walking around. I go through the kitchen and living rooms and everything. I don't see anything, so I'm just gonna go back upstairs. I go to walk upstairs, and next to the railing for upstairs, I look right there and there it is a huge black figure looks exactly the way I've seen Sarah and hunched over. I'd stop in my tracks. I'm like, oh my god. I felt like screaming. I wanted my sister to come down to help me. I just couldn't say anything. I was freaking out. I was just sitting there looking at me. I'd run upstairs, lock my door. My sister's room is right next to mine. I call her and I'm like, you will not believe what I just thought. We go downstairs. Nothing after that. I never went back downstairs when I heard the bell, because I knew that it was gonna be something luring me out to get scared. We would hear the doors closing downstairs. It was always downstairs, not so much upstairs. And our friend that told us about all of this, she came over once, so she's like, you have a couple spirits here. One of them is Sarah, another one I don't know who it is, but they're not bad. Then you have this man that just walks around. He doesn't really do anything. He's just lost and he won't scare you. But the only one that will is Sarah. It just freaked me out. Me and my sister just knew not to go downstairs at night. It just felt like you were walking into a different world at night. It was horrible. I'm doubt of that house, and I didn't really see as much after that. Where I live now, I don't really see. But every time I go to my mom's house, it's constant that ear of I'm gonna see something. Once in a while, I still catch myself talking to Sarah randomly, just like going throughout my day, and I'm like, this day is great today, right, Not talking to myself, I'm talking to Sarah. I need to stop because the more I talk to her. The more I give her a presence, she's gonna come out, and I don't want her to. I don't want to get secured. I don't want my new house. I don't want this to be bad. Sometimes I see her in the new house. She scares me, but I brush it off and I'm like, no, if she scares me, she wins. I don't want her to because she'll come back in a weird way. It's kind of like a comfort because it's been so long. I haven't seen her all of my life. Pretty much, I just grew up with it. It's just like a really like close friend. I've never really gotten over. My sleep problem is because of it. It's a constant thing. I just have to live with it. Because I don't really know how to get rid of her. It's just gonna make it worse. You're giving it more energy, and then what if in that process I get another thing? And I don't want anything else to follow me. I'd rather just leave it the way it is. Let me know what you thought of this story through the Q and a section on Spotify, and I'll respond through Instagram to as many as I can. Up next, check out another podcast with short ghost stories by my friend and co host Michelle on her podcast tell Me a Ghost Story. 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