Hello, I'm Meghan McGuire. When I was very little, about 4 or 5, I went to a children's hospital and came back with an imaginary friend named Johnny. I remember seeing my mom complaining to my dad about seeing a small boy of 7 or 8, hiding around our house. My mom would see this little boy in the pantry,on the couch, and once in my room. I would talk more and more to this boy. He seemed so real to me, so realistic. I could feel his touch and felt his hand when we played. I saw him as I saw everyone else. I moved away from my little house in fountain, to panama city. I quickly lost contact to Johnny because of my quickness of growing up and my life becoming more complicated. I'm 13 now, and have been seeing some odd things around my house. I once saw a boy standing in the door way of my bed room, and I hear walking all through the night. I once had the scariest occurrence of my life. I was 12, and I awoke to a deep cold in my room, then I saw a sudden flash of light. It was not a car. It was too fast to be a car going past my window. I got closterfobic and very sick to my stomach after that. As I write this I hear footsteps in the kitchen. No one else sees this but me. I do not freak out over small things, and when I see this small boy-like figure around the house, I'm not frightned, in fact I am comforted. I can't explain it. If you can explain what's going on, if I'm crazy, or Johnny has returned, Please help and tell me Thanks for your time.
-Meghan McGuire