I think my son’s imaginary friend might not be a figment of his imagination.

I have a 7 year old son, 6 year old daughter, my wife and I. Ever since my son turned 4 years old, he has been constantly talking about the man who he says he sees standing behind the blinds of his bedroom. He says that he doesn’t do anything, he just stands there and watches him. I have gone into his room and checked the blinds but I have never seen anything. I have been thinking this is all a figment of his imagination, and It wouldn’t be a big issue if it wasn’t happening for 3 years now. <br><br>He has mentioned that the man looks at him at night and has warned him about saying anything about him to others, so the last 2 years he never mentioned anything about it to me. It was all normal, even though me and my wife were a bit worried about the situation.<br><br>Last night however..It all took a drastic turn. Last night, someone had broken into my house. I woke up to a weird noise coming from the house, It was coming from the hallway. I got out of bed to see what it was, and I could almost smell someone in the house. I searched every room and found nothing, but I checked the blinds in my son’s room and it was open. I dont know if it was open because of the wind or whatever, but it was weird considering I had never seen it open before.<br><br>I thought nothing of it at the time but It was strange and I couldn’t forget it. As I went back to bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and It genuinely scared me. I began thinking about my son’s imaginary friend and I couldn’t forget the face he had whenever he talked about him. He never seemed scared but he really didn’t like seeing him. I have always thought of it as his wild imagination.<br><br>A few hours passed and I couldn’t sleep. I woke up to my wife coming in and asking me what I was doing. I told her that I wasn’t feeling right about something and couldn’t sleep. She asked what it was and I told her about the whole thing, and she was also thinking about our son’s imaginary friend at the time. It was around 3 am, and my son was sleeping in his room. It was dark and the lights were off, but since his blinds were open, some of the moon light was shining into his room. I could see it even from my bedroom.<br><br>We decided to call out to him and see if he was awake. We called out to him but he didn’t respond. We called again and he didn’t respond once more. At this point we got a bit worried since he usually wakes up to anything. I got out of the room to check on him. My wife stayed in the room. I walked down the hallway and walked into his room. <br><br>His room was in complete darkness. The moon light wasn’t visible anymore, it was as if someone had closed the blinds. The only light I could see was coming from my phone that I was using as a flashlight. I looked around the room and saw my son sleeping in his bed. As I was about to leave, my phone stopped working. It had around 80% battery, and I’m sure of it because I had charged it to 100% before I went to sleep, and I didn’t use it much the entire time I was awake. <br><br>So I stood there in the darkness. I couldn’t see anything at all. I didn’t want to wake up my son so I got closer to check if he was okay, I whispered his name but he didn’t respond. As I got closer to his bed, I could hear that he was breathing, so I was a bit happy. I felt around his bed trying to get to the other side of it, and I felt something sticky. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it was liquid and I could tell it was wet. <br><br>The lights from the hallway were enough to see a bit. I got closer to the window to see what it was and as soon as I got there, I saw it. The blinds were closed but my phone was on the floor, next to my son’s dead body. He was covered in blood, so much that we couldn’t even identify his face. I can never get that out of my head. His body had no visible injuries, but I am sure we will find the cause in the report from the coroner. As soon as I saw him, the lights flickered and the room went dark again. <br><br>I felt around the room and I found my phone. I checked the time and it was 3:22 am. I called 911 and reported the incident. I checked on my daughter and she was safe, my wife was in shock. I told them all that my son was dead and to stay in their rooms while the police arrived. <br><br>I had the police arrive at my house in less than 15 minutes. They asked me about the incident and they searched around the house. They couldn’t find anything. They searched our neighborhood and couldn’t find anything either. I told them about my son’s imaginary friend and they said that it couldn’t possibly be the reason. They stayed at my house for 2 days and searched around the area but they couldn’t find anything.<br><br>My son is dead..It still seems like a dream whenever I think about it. It genuinely feels like It didnt happen. And honestly, I wish it didn’t. I would rather die than to lose my son like that. <br><br>While the police were still at my house, me and my family decided to stay at a hotel for a while until we decide what to do with the house. We dont currently plan on living there again.<br><br>As of now, the case is closed. We couldn’t find any evidence and the police couldn’t do anything. They think it was a random act of violence and that the guy who did it might have broke into the house thinking it was empty since it was 3 am. <br><br>I don’t think so. I think my son’s imaginary friend was real. I think he was in the house since day one, and he was waiting for the perfect time to do what he did. The broken blinds that I have seen, I think it was a sign that something was wrong. I should have checked into it more instead of thinking it was my son’s imagination, but I couldn’t know. I didn’t know. <br><br>I grieve for my loss and I will never forget what happened. I currently have nothing left to say. And I think this is it. I wont be posting any more updates.