Growing up, TikToker Taylor (@randobando39) had an imaginary friend named Sully. He had jet-black hair and wore corduroy overalls and shiny leather shoes. Taylor met him shortly after moving into a new house in town.
“I didn’t have a lot of friends when I was a kid,” said Taylor. “I was pretty weird, so I would look forward to coming home and having him sitting on my bed, ready to play with me. He was a bit older than I was. He seemed to be about 10 or 11 years old, and I was about six at the time.”
He always played the games that she chose. The games he wanted to play involved passing letters back and forth. He would hand Taylor big stacks of letters, but she never took them because she thought they were love notes and that boys had cooties.
He even moved things around in the house. For example, he moved her mom’s makeup bag from her room to the bathroom. Her mom constantly asked Taylor where her stuff went, and Taylor told her every time that Sully had moved it. Taylor was always confused because her family didn’t seem to know Sully.
“As I got older, though, I started to see Sully less and less, and it didn’t really bother me because I started to get friends,” said Taylor.
“I didn’t necessarily miss him when he was gone, either.”
At the end of their time in that house, she stopped seeing Sully. She and her family moved to a different house when she was around eight or nine years old. That was the last she had ever seen or heard from Sully.
Over the years, she completely forgot about Sully unless he was brought up by her family when they were poking fun at her for being in trouble for something. Sully was a running joke in her family for a long time.
When Taylor was in her early twenties, she described Sully to her mom and how real he was to her. Taylor watched him move things around in the house, and her mom remembered stuff going missing.
So, they decided to look up the history of the house they used to live in. They discovered that Sully wasn’t imaginary at all. He was actually a ghost.
“Come to find out that the house we were living in used to be an old post office, except the post office burned down in 1918, where two people died, Richard Montgomery and 11-year-old Sullivan Montgomery,” said Taylor.
“They both tragically passed away in this fire because he worked with his dad at this post office. And I realized instantly why he was always handing me letters. It was his job.”
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By Emily Chan
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