Don't Trust Him (Original)

When I was a child around seven or eight, I had an imaginary friend. I called him Greg, and yes I know this seems like a very boring name for an Imaginary friend, he liked the name and so did I Greg and I liked to talk to each other night after night, he would tell me his secrets and about how his day went, and since I was out of school I never really had anything to say, but I would tell him about what happened whenever I went to the park or went out to play, I would tell him that I would get beat up everytime I tried to hangout with my friends. My friends aren't the ones that beat me up, but the bullies who lived by my friend's house. Kyle, Zach, and Chris were the neighborhood bullies, they were the ones who beat me up all the time.
One day Greg and I were walking to the park, but the thing is... only I can see him, at least that's what I thought. As we were walking the bullies came off of their porches and came walking toward me as they saw me. They grabbed and put me up against Kyle's house and starting punching and kicking, screaming to never come back. I was screaming "Stop it! Please! HEEELLLP!". It was no use, but after awhile Greg started to walk over, I saw Kyle glance over at him, but no it isn't possible, he can't see him as well as I can! Greg started to get really mad, he grabbed Kyle and smashed his face off the ground, he tried to grab Chris but they had already started running away from what I thought only I could see.
Two days past, nothing really happened after that day, they never came after me for awhile, but this particular day, Greg was starting to scare me, he was destroying my room while I was away. He even punched multiple holes through my ceiling. I didn't understand why, but I know that from how much belief that I had that he was real, he became real, except I only knew that when I got older but we won't get into that.
My parents started to see him, they started freaking out. I told them that i would finnally get rid of him, it would be hard for me and also him, but he cannot stay here forever, he has scared my parents, he has been scaring me. So my mom and I kicked him out that day, but that was a horrible mistake.
Five years have passed since then, but that last day from when we kicked him out, I noticed noises coming from my attic, I couldn't sleep because of it. On this particular night I heard a voice that I haven't heard in years say "Hello ████" (I have removed the name for my own safety). I knew who it was immediately, but I thought I was dreaming so I just passed it off as something I heard but it came from my imagination.
As I was sleeping on the night of August 11, 1996, I heard footsteps running down the stairs from the hattic, and the thing is the door to the stairs is right in my room, I heard the door open, I immediately turned around to face the wall next to my bed, I didn't want to see him, not now, not ever, ever since what he had done, he has given me nightmares. I heard footsteps walking slowly towards my bed, I shivered, I though to myself, "It can't be him, he doesn't even remeber my address most of the time, it can't be him, he couldn't have been living there all these years!" I can't look around, I don't want to see him. All of a sudden he jumps on me and grabs my throat and starts choking me, I try to scream but nothing comes out... Greg says something that I couldn't understand, but I do now, he said "Why did you kick me out █████, we could've been friends forever, but now that I am here, you will be my friend forever!" After he said that I was about to lose conscientious, when I lifted my arms up and pulled his arms up off of me as I get the feeling of adrenaline running throughout my veins, I push him to the ground beside my bed. I yell to him "Greg, you were my friend, until now." I grab him by his shirt and push him up against the wall and start choking him. Now I was about 15 years of age, so if I did kill him, I would go to juvy or jail for a bit more than 10 years, but I didn't care, I needed to kill him, I needed to get away from all this madness.
I finally choked him so much that Greg fell to the ground, dead. My dad found me sitting there crying, he ran to me and asked what was wrong, I said "I killed him, he is finnally out of my life!" He looked at the ground, but neither me or him saw Greg there, he was gone.
To this day I still hear those sounds in my attic, and from now and then I hear a voice say "Hello ████" And from time to time, I can see him behind me in the mirror when I brush my teeth. I also have to call the police sometimes because I think someone has broken into my house because of the noises, but if you ever see Greg vwherever you live, in your basement, maybe even behind you right now, maybe even at night time in the streets, don't trust him.
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