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The imaginary friends Reddit post was really interesting to me from both sides of the equation, because as a teenager, I wound up very, very suddenly obsessed by a certain historical figure whom it turned out I’m probably related to (collaterally, not directly), and when my grandmother saw his portrait, she said he looked a lot like an imaginary friend I’d told her about extensively as a child who’d sit on the end of my bed at night and take care of me.

Now, as an adult, I live in New York City and work with children for a living myself. Over the summer, I had a nannying job taking care of a six-year-old girl (we’ll call her Lucy for the purposes of this post, though that wasn’t her name). Lucy’s family had moved to New York from Chicago a few years previously. A few weeks after they’d moved in, Lucy’s mom brought her to play at a playground at the northern end of Central Park, where Lucy promptly “befriended” an imaginary friend named Myt (it’s pronounced “mitt”- hang in there for an explanation on the spelling). She mentioned Myt was five years old.

A few weeks after that, Lucy’s parents took her to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and Lucy suddenly perked up and announced that “Myt wants to show us something!” She started walking quickly through the museum, and they favored her by following along, even though it was their first time there. Lucy lead them fairly deep into the Egyptian wing- right to a sarcophagus containing the body of a five-year-old girl named Myt.

Lucy’s dad is a bit of a skeptic, so he paid it no mind, but her mom was pretty shaken up. Even so, Myt didn’t cause any trouble around the house, so she continued to be accepted as an ordinary part of their lives.

Fast forward to this last summer, when I learned about all of this. One morning, I arrived at Lucy’s house, and found that she was still too tired to go out right away, so I let her hang out on the couch and watch a little bit of TV before we left for the day. While she was doing that, I began to hear a soft, birdlike chittering noise from the direction of Lucy’s bedroom.

“You’ve got a chatty bird outside your window,” I commented.

“Oh,” said Lucy, “that’s Myt.”

I looked at her and said, “I’m not sure about that, hon. Myt’s a little girl, and that sounds like a bird.”
“Myt used to be a little girl,” Lucy retorted, “but she sure doesn’t look like one now!”

The noise got a little bit louder, with an almost laughter-like cadence, and then faded away. I ended up so disturbed by this that I didn’t go into Lucy’s room for the next few days. She was old enough to dress herself, at least, and so she’d just come back out into the living room if she needed help.

I ended up feeling a bit better, though, once I started trying to do some research and figure out what the hell was going on.

You see, the ancient Egyptians believed in a concept called the ka, which was the part of the soul that most approximates most other religions’ idea of the entire soul. It departed the body at death.

The ka was thought to resemble a bird.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Moderator Gracie: 7/10 That is an awesome story I didn’t know about Ka but I’m interested and want to read more about it I always found ancient egypt to be interesting. Thanks for the chills and scares!




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