When friends get together, they usually talk about their careers, love lives or even how little Johnny is doing at school.
But not me and my friends. We discuss creepy things that’d scare the pants off any normal human being. We even eat ice cream while we do it.
And I know this sounds – well, crazy – but my friend is about 1000% certain that her son’s imaginary friend is real. She was confused at first, but she thinks he’s been talking to a kid named Clara who died nine years ago.
Umm, do you want to fetch the holy water, or shall I?
Okay, let’s start from the beginning.
My friend, Rachel, her husband, Andrew and their two sons, Oliver and Max moved into a wonderful Sydney home earlier this year. It’s located in a safe area, it’s spacious and the neighbours even feed them banana bread occasionally.
What more could they possibly ask for? Well, I don’t know. Maybe that their house not be haunted, for a start.
