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
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