Most young children play pretend games and treat their toys, stuffed animals or dolls as if they were alive. Some take imaginative play a step farther and create an invisible friend. At times the way they interact with their imaginary friends even manage to creep out adults by how seemingly real they are.
But nothing quite tops this little girl’s drawings about her imaginary friend Lisa.
“This is Lisa. She is my friend. My mom and dad can’t see her so they say she is an imaginary friend. Lisa is a nice friend.”
“Today I tried to plant a flower in the yard. I tried to plant it by the sandbox, but Lisa said that is where her daddy is sleeping, so I planted it in a cup of dirt.”
“Lisa is at school with me today. I brought her for show and tell, but Mrs. Monroe got angry because she can’t see Lisa. Lisa got sad so she hid the chalkboard eraser.”
“Yesterday was my birthday party. Mommy bought pizza but no one came. Lisa said people came to the porch and left. But they left presents. I got 3 Barbies, some shoes, and 5 dollars. Me and Lisa played Barbies.”
“Mrs. Monroe is absent today. Our substitute is named Mrs. Digman. She is pretty, and nice and she is letting us have snack time after diary time. I wish Mrs. Digman could stay our teacher.”
“Today Jonathan Parker stole my pencil case. Mrs. Digman can’t find it, so she made him give me his pencils. Lisa came to school too, but Mrs. Digman can’t see her. She said she believes Lisa is real.”
“Yesterday, me and Lisa went on a long walk, until the moon came out. Daddy got mad and said Lisa is stupid and fake. Lisa got sad and disappeared. Today she didn’t come to school, but Mrs. Digman said that Mrs. Monroe won’t come back.”
“Daddy was at work all day yesterday. He didn’t come home to eat dinner. Today he is still at work. Mom packed me a pudding in my lunch today. Pudding is my favorite.”
“I miss Lisa. Daddy is really busy at work. He didn’t come home at the weekend. Mom is mad at him. I’m going to write a letter for Lisa.”
I miss you. Please come back. I’m sorry for when my daddy was mean. You are my best friend.”
“Lisa came back yesterday. She said sorry for leaving and I told her my dad won’t come home. Lisa said Mrs. Monroe and him are sleeping like her dad. I hope they wake up soon.”
Now that’s one story that would make Stephen King proud. After reading this, I don’t think I can sleep anymore tonight.
This post was written by Nadia Vella