Hey Alexa, define imagination. - The ability of the mind to be creative or resourceful - I have an overactive imagination. If I watch a video of a roller coaster, I imagine that I'm on it. I feel myself get butterflies as the roller coaster dips. I feel my stomach turn as the roller coaster takes the loops. Whenever it rains outside, I get a headache as if the rain were hammering on my skull. And last but not least, Fred. You must be wondering who Fred is? Well, he's my imaginary friend. Yes, I know, imaginary friends are baby stuff, but I get lonely. Fred is a tall, skinny man with brown hair and wonderful green eyes. He looks to be atleast in his early 30's. I talk to fred all the time. Sometimes my parents will come in and ask who I'm talking to. Of course, I respond with Fred. They ask who Fred is, and I say he's my imaginary friend. My parents seem to be sad that I have an imaginary friend because they think I'm lonely. I'm not lonely. Fred never leaves the house so I have to go out into the world alone sometimes. I do find it weird that whenever I call Fred my imaginary friend, he chuckles. I usually just brush it off. Fred lives in my room and doesn't sleep. He always says before bed that he would protect me while I was asleep. I believed it, because when I woke up he would smile at me and say good morning. One night, my mom came into my room looking as pale as a vampire who had seen garlic. She asked me if I had said that. "Said what?" I asked. "Did you knock on my door or get out of bed at all?" My mom asked. "No, I didn't get out of bed at all." In an instant, she closed my door. I wondered in my head what that was about. I looked over at Fred. He shrugged. So I went back to bed. The next day, my dad came into my room asking if he had seen mom. I told him I hadn't seen her since last night. He started to look worried. "She probably went out somewhere and forgot to tell us. We waited all day for her to suddenly appear, but she never did.. We started getting worried. My dad told me to just go to bed. So I went to my room. Fred seemed to notice I was sad. He asked what was wrong. I told him about my mom. He frowned and put his hand on my shoulder. "I hate to see you down." He said. I looked up at him and managed a weak smile. I eventually fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked around, but I didn't see Fred. That was odd. I was too tired to think though, so I went back to sleep. In the morning, Fred was back. He looked up at me and said good morning as usual. I went downstairs to see my dad looking more stressed than I've ever seen him. I put my hand on his shoulder and tried to comfort him. He called the police the other day saying she was missing. The day passed so quickly. Fred tryed to comfort me and my dad barely spoke all day. Before I knew it, I had to go to bed. I didn't wake up until morning. Fred followed his morning routine, and I followed mine. I went downstairs for breakfast, but noticed that my dad wasn't downstairs already. So I went back up the stairs to his room. When I opened door, his room was empty. I freaked out. I called the police and they came to check. They saw no form of life rather than me. Something odd happened then. The police dog looked over at Fred and growled. I looked up at him and he looked at me and shrugged. The police said I would have to go to my grandparents for now. I was extremely sad and barely talked to anyone. Fred tried to make me feel better, but I think he understood that I needed space. That night I had a nightmare. I woke up in my room, and it seemed normal except Fred wasn't there. Then I blinked. There was writing all over the walls and the clear smell of blood. The worst part was the writing. All over it said stuff like "Fred will take care of you", "Fred loves you", and "Fred will protect you". And then I woke up. I was sweating and I was shaking. Fred looked at me curiously. "Are you okay?" "I..I just had a nightmare. I'm fine." "Okay." I looked out my window and saw the sun out. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I was slightly happier than yesterday. My grandparents gave me lots of hugs and tried to take my mind off of my parents. It kind of worked. That day I had another nightmare. Is was the same thing, but different writing and the smell of blood was stronger. The writing this time said, "Fred will have you", "Fred needs you", and the one that made my heart skip a beat. "Fred did this for you." I woke up terrified and for the first time in my life, I hoped that I wouldn't see Fred. I did, however. This time he knew that something was up. Of course, he asked. "Okay, what is really wrong. Tell me the truth." I looked away from him then back again. I said in a quiet voice, "Did you do this?" Fred stared at me. Then he looked away. Then back at me. He looked way different. He had a twisted smile and blood stains all over him. "Yes. I did it. I did it for you." I stared at him. "Wh-why!?" "I need you, and I will have you. I could not let them have you. I love you. I will protect you." I was shaking. I wanted to scream. I ran to the door and tried to leave. I managed to get to the front door. "DON'T LEAVE ME!" Fred screamed. I had almost unlocked the door. Then I felt a hand grab me by the foot. I shrieked. "DON'T BE AFRAID OF ME PLEASE. I LOVE YOU. I WILL HAVE YOU. I WILL PROTECT YOU." I kicked, trying to escape his grip, but to no avail. He dragged me back to my room and locked the door. "I LOVE YOU." He held me in his arms. I struggled but he held me in place. He smiled that horrible smile at me. "WE WILL BE TOGETHER FOREVER!" Backstory: Fred was the former owner of the main characters house. He had a neglectory and abusive wife. Fred always wanted to have a child but his wife wouldn't allow it. One day Fred murdered is wife. He was sent to a prison. Once he was released, he continued to commit crimes. He kidnapped children who were never heard from again. Soon after, he killed himself in his own home. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed making it, this story took lots of time and thought to make, and I'm considering a part two if I come up with enough ideas for it. Sorry I haven't been active too much, I had no ideas in my brain. Anyways, thank you for reading. :)

Story is told by Queen Quacker

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Wow this took so long to make ._.