I had this imaginary friend I had when I was 5 to when I was 9. I called him ¨Cold Man¨. He always appeared at night, Out of my closet. And he always said in this weird tone ¨Back to sleep. Back to sleep. Back to sleep.¨ I always talked about Cold Man to my friends, my parents and my teachers. Jesus, everyone thought I was crazy, aside from my friends, who completely believed me. When I was 8, I started to become terrified of Cold Man when I saw him again, but this time, He stayed in my mirror. I watched as he took his long, cold fingers and choked my reflection until my eyes popped out of my sockets and (for some reason) my teeth fell out. I didn´t sleep and I always, whenever Cold Man appeared, I screamed bloody murder and cried until my parents came in. After we moved, Cold Man went away.