When I was younger, I had a ghost friend who was called Emily, told me she fell out of the tree in my backyard and has always stuck by my side. I was pretty lonely as a kid and going through some abuse, so it might've been my imagination, but things were always being pushed over. Like a Christmas tree fell on the family dog when no one was near it. Or things on tables being pushed off, paintings falling. Honestly, I think she just likes making things fall, but she's cool with me so I don't mind her.
Has anyone else had any Ghost Friends growing up?
Are they still with you?