When my sister was little, she had an imaginary friend called Jackie. One Sunday, my great aunt was over and my sister came in, announced to the room that Jackie fell down the stair and died, and left. My great auntie calmly looked up and said “how did she know about that?” Apparently, my great auntie had a little brother called Jack (her mother, who died a little before my sister was born, called him Jackie) and when he was 7, he fell down the stairs, banged his head and died.
When my younger brother was little, he had an imaginary friend named Eyumeeka (Eye-you-meek-a), they were bffs for a long time. One day, my brother got angry and shoved Eyumeeka in the path of my father’s car as he was backing up and killed him. I only knew this because my brother told me with a stone cold expression that he straight up murdered his best friend.