[ WP ] At your 21st birthday , you discover the crime ( s ) the imaginary friend you had commited .

It's during that night, when I finally got drunk for the first time, that everything unrolled in front of me. As I was headed home, a strange pale figure appeared, yet seemed familiar, not in its look, but in the way it made me feel. 
 
 - `` *I'm here to reveal secrets... *'' 
 - `` *Wh... What? What secrets? *'' 
 - `` *Henry has commited crimes, I'm here to let you know about it... *'' 
 
 At that point I knew what I was going to hear next was not going to be pleasant. I already knew what this was about. When I was about 7 I use to talk to this imaginary friend, particularly at night right before my parents would wish me good night. 
 
 - `` *Henry, it was him who threw your pet in the well* 
 - `` *You can not be telling the truth, this is impossible, what is this? *'' 
 - `` *Yet it was indeed him, it was just time for you to know*'' 
 
 The figure left after that, letting me wander in my mind about what could have provoked this. I always thought Fyal had just fell into it, I remember how sad it made me, I remember talking about it to Henry, my parents had a more concerned look on their face that day. Could this be the truth? What is Henry actually? My imagination as a child, or trouble? 
 
 A creepling sensation invaded me, with a sense of what was coming next to be terribly awful. 
 
 I did n't know how to approach this horror, my head went straight to Fyal, my pet kitten, it was a very good friend, that just did n't know any better, or so I thought... What just happened was real, I know this time it was n't my imagination. 
 
 Next day, as I woke up to this feeling again, the one that announced nothing better to come, I knew how to clear out the situation, I had to go back to the well and start investigating, even ask the neighbors. It was them that brought Fyal to me, they saw it happen, when he tragically passed away. I remember the conversation they had with my parents, it was brief and sad, but nothing really out of the ordinary know that I think about it as an older self. 
 
 My thoughts went back to this figure I saw last night, why did it feel strangely familiar? It looked nothing like I could have possibly imagined as a kid. 
 
 I knew what the familiar effect it has on me was, that Henry, even as a child I had brief moments of suspicions of him not being entirely made of out off my mind. 
 
 He had come to tell me the truth about what he did, finally. 

