Imaginary Friends, Real Horror

NEVER let your children meet their imaginary friends in person because what happened to my childhood

friend Jordy will haunt me forever. When I was nine, I had two imaginary friends named Kevin

and Jordy. We'd spend hours in what we called the Clubhouse, this magical place

that existed in our minds. Kevin was brilliant, helping me cheat on math tests.

Jordy was the funny one, always cracking jokes at the worst times.

My parents thought I was a freak. Other kids bullied me relentlessly. But I knew they

were real because they knew things I didn't. The summer before eighth grade,

Kevin started disappearing for days. When he finally returned, he was crying,