Alrighty, so in continuing in the celebration of the upcoming Halloween holiday time to tell another creepy story. This one isn’t my own, it’s one my dad told him that happened to a friend of his. Well, let’s get started. This one is fairly short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
So, this happened a few years ago, a friend of my dads… let’s call her Jill, had a young daughter, let’s call her Mary. Mary was like any other little girl, loved to play pretend, house, and even had herself a little imaginary friend. She was adiment about this imaginary friend existing, talking to it, playing with it, talking about it, and like any other mother, Jill just brushed it off as her young daughters overactive imagination. Then one day, they installed some new plush carpet in the living room which was located in sight of the kitchen. Being excited about the new carpet, Mary ran across it, playing with her imaginary friend again. Jill looked back while she was doing some dishes to watch her daughter play when she noticed little footprints forming in the carpet beside her daughter as she ran around. No one was making them, they formed as she watched.
Umm, I’ll add pictures later like I promised, I wrote this way too late.