When I was around 5 or 6, I had an "imaginary friend" named Oliver. My parents thought it was just a phase kids make up friends all the time, right? But looking back now, I’m starting to think Oliver wasn’t imaginary at all.

I remember playing with him almost daily. He wasn’t like other imaginary friends; I didn’t control what he said or did. He had his own personality, his own voice, and sometimes he would even get upset if I didn’t “play right.” I’d catch glimpses of him in reflections just a shadow or a blur but I always brushed it off as my imagination.

The creepiest part? One night, I woke up to Oliver standing by my closet, just staring at me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe I just watched him until I finally screamed, and my parents came running. After that, I stopped seeing him. But I never forgot.

I recently brought it up to my mom, just out of curiosity, and her face went pale. She said she never wanted to tell me this before, but she used to hear me talking to someone at night… and sometimes, a second voice would answer back.

I’m honestly freaking out. I always assumed it was just a vivid imagination, but now I’m not so sure. Has anyone else experienced something like this? Is it possible Oliver wasn’t just in my head?