My little brother, Andrew, had an imaginary friend. I was okay with it, after all, I did have one when I was younger. But, my other brother James, did not like the idea of Andrew having an imaginary friend.
We were in the kitchen, getting ready to eat breakfast. Henry started to talk to his imaginary friend again, and Tom still did not feel comfortable with Henry talking to thin air.
When I went to Henry's room to drop off his clothes, the door was closed, as usual. I put his clothes on his bunk, and that was when I saw the craziest thing I've ever seen: the pillow moved by itself.
I rushed downstairs and saw that Henry was sitting on the couch and playing on his X-box. I told him all that happened. He seemed confused and said that he was shocked that his imaginary friend was actually alive. That was when I heard a big CRASH from upstairs.
I rushed upstairs and ran into Andrew and James's room. I screamed and saw James lying on the floor with is eyes wide. There was a knife that was floating by itself and then I noticed that the knife belonged to Andrew's imaginary friend.
I rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the knife drawer. I sprinted up to the room and pushed the knife in where the imaginary friend was standing. James was okay, and I could hear Andrew running up the stairs. When he came into the room, looked VERY confused. I was just really glad that everyone was safe.