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mr.tumble

As a child, I used to have an imaginary friend whom I called "Mr.
Tumble" (why?  I don't know).  Apparently, I've had this imaginary
friend since before I could walk.  My parents were hard pressed to get
me over this "Mr. Tumble" idea.  Now here's the weird part...when asked
to describe "Mr. Tumble", instead giving a description as a child would
of their imaginary friend, I'd say, "I've never really seen Mr. Tumble,
he's just there in the shadows. He's real. He helped me down from the
tree when I got stuck."  When I got a bit older, and when again asked to
give up the "Mr. Tumble nonsense", I would throw a tantrum and insist
that "Mr. Tumble is real, he was a soldier in the war and they used
swords.  He told me so."  Things came to a heated argument one night
between my parents, my mom wasn't thrilled at all that her little girl
wouldn't go out and make friends like other children but would insist on
playing at home with her imaginary friend and my dad thought it was
okay, it's a phase I will grow out of.  When suddenly, they heard a very
loud banging on the wall from the direction of my room.  Argument
forgotten, they ran to my room.  When they opened the door, they found
me fast asleep in my bed, but in the corner at the foot of my bed, was a
shadow of a man.  They quickly switched on the lights thinking that it
was an intruder.  The lights came on, but there was no one there, yet,
at the foot of my bed was still this shadow.  From what my dad
described, the shadowy figure had clothes was nothing that he could
recognize.  My parents started to panic when the shadow moved toward the
sleeping me on the bed, it reached down and looked like it was stroking
my head and then turned toward my parents and pointed at them...then
vanished.  My parents were so shaken by this that they took me into
their bedroom with them that night...and for many nights to come.  But
they never again doubted the existance of Mr. Tumble.  I continued to
have Mr. Tumble as a friend until we moved...about six months or so
after that incident.
 
I have absolutely no explaination for this.  Nor do I remember Mr.
Tumble, my parents, gran aunt and Grammy told me this was what happend
when I was 3.  Apparently, both Grammy and her sister, my Gran Aunt had
seen and known of the existance of the shadowy person before my parents
saw him for themselves.
 
Somehow, strangely, both my brother and I have had wierd things like
this happen to us frequently.
 
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