It’s not unusual for children to develop imaginary friends, and I was definitely no exception. My mom says when I was around three years old, I had two of these imaginary friends at our old creepy house in Delaware: an older woman named Mrs. Brown and a little boy named Charlie. My mom said she’d often hear me talking to the both of them around the house, and she noticed that these instances occurred around a very specific time – 3:00pm. Kind of peculiar I suppose, but if you think about it, is it really that strange? Probably not. Except for this one incident that occurred one day while my mom and I were in the backyard where there are no clocks.
My mother tells me I was just playing around beside her while she hung up our laundry to dry in the afternoon sun, when suddenly I immediately stopped what I was doing, gazed up at a second story window of the house and said, “Mrs. Brown is calling me. I’m going to go inside and play now.” My mom looked at her watch. 3:00pm.