"Imaginary" Friend

In the suburbs of Old Pasadena lived a single man and his young daughter. It had been almost a year since the mom had been found brutally murdered in their house while she was taking care of their daughter. The little girl, as could be imagined, was scarred for life after seeing her mom dead on the floor before the ambulance came and left with her cold, mutilated body. For some strange reason the daughter never mentioned what happened that day and acted almost as if it never happened, but she probably got over it. That's what the father always thought. She was strong.

At around 7 PM the man walked upstairs to see his daughter watching television. He had been having a monotonous day so out of boredom, he asked his baby if she wanted to play hide and seek with him. She excitedly says yes and asks him if her friend could play too. Since they were the only ones in the house, the man got a little freaked out but he quickly calmed himself. "I mean, she is only seven years old," he thought.

So the dad agreed to be "it" first and was told by his daughter to leave the room and count to twenty downstairs. When he had obeyed his orders, he yelled out, "Ready or not, here I come!" But to his surprise as he was walking toward the stairs a basketball was suddenly thrown down the steps, nearly hitting him in the face. A little worried now, he gingerly walked up the stairs and called his daughter's name. "Sarah...?"

But there was no response. Obviously he thought that she was trying to stay hidden. So as he walked through the hallway he opened Sarah's room and saw what he believed to be his girl hiding behind a desk at the corner of the room. She seemed to be very quiet and still, as if she thought that she was fully hidden. But when he faced her bed chills went up the man's spine.

There was someone, or something, under the sheets of the bed. He was scared shitless but at the same time really confused. He decided the best thing to do was to pull back the sheet covers and see what was really there. Right when he was about to pull them, the closet door slammed open and he heard a loud "BOO!" It was Sarah but at this point he was so scared and confused that the weak attempt to scare made his heart stop and left him speechless. What Sarah asked him then made him chilled him to the core. "Did Mabel tell you where I was?", said Sarah, sweetly, as she pointed towards the shadowy corner behind the desk. But whatever had been there was long gone.

It was then he heard faint giggling coming from the hallway so he turned his head to the left but saw nothing. But when he turned to his right he saw a girl in an ivory white robe; deep, opaque voids where her eyes should have been; and a devilish smile with crimson red blood oozing from it, trickling down her chin.

His heart was beating out of his chest and he knew he and his daughter had to get out of there. But before he had a chance to run, the demon, or girl, of which he wasn't sure, grabbed his neck and shoved a serrated blade down his throat. As he laid there, bleeding out in intense pain, he saw Sarah, but her face was graced with the same features as the demon; dark, sunken eyes; and a blood filled grin. She leaned over him and right before he passed away, she whispered, "Don't worry, daddy! now you and mommy can be together forever."

The neighbors reported that they heard disturbing noises coming from the house and the police arrive about two hours later. They broke into the house only to find the father's dead body, eyes ripped out of their hollow sockets. They then started searching all over the house for Sarah, but she was nowhere to be found.

The officials and police all waited downstairs for the ambulance to come and retrieve the body but when one of the cops led the doctors to where the body had been, it had disappeared! And on the wall next to where it had laid read, "Ready or not, here we come," written in dripping blood. Before you decide to play a "game" with someone, it's best to know exactly who it is you're playing with.