Imaginary Friends
“So, growing up my sister had an imaginary friend. She said she was an older lady and she was nice and her name was EE. She talked to her and played with her all that jazz until she was probably four or so and then it stopped. Fast forward to when my sister was about 10. My mom isn’t home she got a call to go to the nursing home for gpa so she bolts with pops. My sister and I shared a room at the time and she was in there doing whatever and I was on the other end of the house …
… All of a sudden I hear the radio in our room click on, turn all the way up, turn all the way down, and go off. This happened like three times so I go in there to be all like knock it off and she is sitting in our room just white as a ghost. I go over to the radio to unplug it…no plug. No batteries…only radio in the house. I look at her and she goes it was EE I saw her it was EE. So I call Mom freaking out and mom is so upset… apparently, grandpa had just passed away. A few days later at the funeral, a relative comes up to us and gives us a pic she found. My sister goes hey it’s EE… it was a pictures of my grandparents when they got married. My grandmother died when my mom was 11. We live in the home my mom grew up in. We have no pictures of her at all as my step-grandmother got rid of them all when she moved into the house a few years after mom’s mom’s death.”