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Imaginary Friends – Chapter 5

Posted in erbooker by erbooker on 12/14/2015


Ten-year-old Paige Holley has made a new imaginary friend. A talking cricket named Chuck.

Chapter Five – The Breakup

Ten-year-old Paige Holley wakes up back home in her bed with a damp washcloth on her forehead and a talking cricket on her chin. She smacks her face and Chuck leaps back onto her belly.

“You know, you dropped me when you fainted in the car,” Chuck complains. “I almost got wedged between the seat and the door. I could’ve been seriously injured.”

Paige stares out the window despondently, unable to make eye contact with Chuck. “Like how Ms. Osborne was seriously injured.”

Chuck lights a tiny cigarette. “Well, she was more dead than inj–oh, I see what you’re saying.”

“Did you kill Ms. Osborne? Like you killed Mrs. Miller?”

Chuck holds up both hands, a thin snake of cigarette smoke slithering up to the ceiling. “Whoa, who said anything about killing.”

Paige finally turns back to Chuck, removing the moist washcloth from her forehead and tossing it to the floor. “You show up and days later two adults who gave me trouble wind up dead.”

“Listen kid, sometimes a coincidence is just that; a coincidence.”

“I don’t think we should hang out anymore.”

Chuck butts out his cigarette on the bottom of his shoe. “But we’re buddies.”

Paige sits up and gets out of bed. “I’m gonna go play with Dorothy.”

Chuck is knocked onto his back by the sea of comforter being tossed aside. “Oh, c’mon. Dorothy isn’t real. I am. You know it and I know it.”

Paige turns back to the talking cricket on her bed from her bedroom doorway, hair whipping around. “You’re not real, you’re imaginary.”

Paige storms out and Chuck’s eyes narrow. “How dare you.”

At police headquarters, Detectives Ricky Faulk & Harry Schette are sitting across from each other at their desks.

Det. Faulk leans back in his chair and sighs. “Two mysterious deaths in a matter of days. This town’s gone whole years before without one questionable crime scene.”

Det. Harry Schette is poring over old files and frowning. “Remember the Sullivan case two towns over from seven years ago?”

“The kid who murdered his parents?”

Schette nods, “And his babysitter, the college student he had a crush on.”

“Her body was never found. She just went missing.”

“Jeffrey Sullivan, a little ten-year-old killing three people and expertly concealing a body. That never seemed queer to you?”

“Well yeah, but–“

“This is a report from an interview a state psychologist had with lil Jeffrey Sullivan shortly after he was hospitalized following the murder trial. Jeffrey says in the weeks prior to the killings he had befriended a strange man nobody else in the town knew about or had even seen.”

Det. Faulk sips a mug of cold coffee and cringes. “So? The kid had serious mental issues.”

Det. Schette finally looks up from the file. “The drifter’s name was Chuck.”

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  1. MattK said, on 12/14/2015 at 6:00 am

    Good golly Mrs. Holley

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