Michael was an imaginary friend that I interacted with from a very young age. He must have appeared at about the age of 4 and when I began to grow up I gradually mentioned him less and less. As my family are very strong paranormal and spirit believers, an imaginary friend was no surprise and they accepted it.
I used to talk about Michael as if he was really there, and described his dress attire to my mum as Victorian. Now in the present, I can't remember what he looked like or what he specifically dressed in, but I remember clearly some experiences I had with him.
When we lived in the house I grew up in until around the age of 7. My room had a cupboard that had shelves leading right up the top. I don't know if people reading this from a different country will know about this, but I had cuddly toys that were the Tweenies. One day I was playing with Michael and I began to cry because I couldn't find one of the Tweenies - Milo. I told my mum and said to her that Michael had hidden it in a place where I couldn't get it - in the cupboard on the topmost shelf. My mum opened the cupboard and sure enough my toy was sitting on the top shelf which would have been impossible to get to.
Once, my family were round my grandparents and the adults were all in the kitchen while I was in the living room. I had toys all over the floor, which included a colouring book and crayons. My mum and grandmother came into the room to find the walls had been covered with crayon scribbles. I got told off for it even though I had been quietly watching a film, and I insisted it was Michael.
Finally, my mother and her friend, a woman very sensitive to the paranormal world, had taken me out shopping. Whilst paying for something, my mother placed me on the counter and my legs begun swinging wildly. My mum told me to stop as it was causing a scene, but her friend quietly told her that I couldn't stop because Michael was playing with my legs and he wouldn't stop.
I never had any bad experiences with Michael, I believe he was merely a playful spirit.
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