I've been trapped in a never-ending time loop for 367 days, but I don't think it's a time loop.

I was born with the ability to see and communicate with people who aren't there. Most of the time I can determine who is who. There was about a year when I was really young where it was hard to tell who was real and who wasn't, but after about a year of trying different things I figured out a way to do it. <br><br>I'm sure you're wondering what my parents thought about my "friends". They were basically ignored until they started affecting my life. For a while my mom would play along, she'd set an extra spot at the table for one of them. But when I got a little older, it became a problem for everyone. I would argue with them, saying that they were wrong and I was right. It all came to a head one day around my 12th birthday. For some reason, they just didn't want to play along that day. When I started arguing with them my mom just snapped back at me and told me it was enough. I yelled back at her and was sent to my room. My dad was working, so he didn't really get involved. But he pretty much agreed with my mom. There was a whole long discussion about it and at the end of it, I was really upset. In the end they said that it was a waste of time and I needed to focus on school. They made me promise that I would not interact with them anymore. <br><br>The first few months were really hard for me. I missed them a lot. But eventually I got used to it. I stopped seeing them and I had a somewhat normal life. I was married when I turned 24 to my high school sweetheart. Her name is Sarah. We have two children together, a son and a daughter who's just an infant. I had about 10 years of a completely normal life with no signs of my old friends. It back then that I didn't even think about them. <br><br>But then I started noticing little things. They were little things, like finding a hair tie in the hallway that didn't belong to Sarah. Finding a shoe in the living room. I figured it was just me forgetting to put stuff away. I also have a habit of talking to myself, but I figured that was just normal. For about 2 months I forgot about my old friends and I really thought I was losing it. <br><br>I think it was one day when I was walking by the bathroom. I started talking to myself, but I really think I was talking to someone else. I stopped walking down the hallway. I turned around. I didn't see anyone, but I knew he was there. I had been pretending for a long time, but I finally figured out what was really going on. <br><br>I'm not crazy. I'm not talking to myself. My friends are back. <br><br>Some time passed, and I realized that I was stuck in some sort of time loop. Waking up, going to work, coming home, dinner, bed, repeat. All the same conversations, all the same jokes. I feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. <br><br>But the only difference seems to be that nobody else has talked to me about the time loop. I don't think anyone else knows about it but me. <br><br>It's been 367 days. I've tried a lot of things. I've tried skipping work, I've tried staying home, I've tried going on a trip. Nothing seems to change. I've tried making different decisions. But nothing really changes. <br><br>I've tried talking to my family about it. Sarah will talk to me, but I don't think she really knows what's going on. This is how it always goes:<br><br>Me: Do you ever feel like something is off?<br><br>Sarah: What do you mean? Off like what?<br><br>Me: Off like something is wrong with reality. <br><br>Sarah: I think you need to relax and not worry so much. <br><br>I've stopped talking to her about it. <br><br>But I've figured one thing out. I can interact with my ghost friends. <br><br>I've figured out that they're real. All of them. <br><br>There's about 30 of them. They're all different people. Some of them are about the same age as me. Some of them are older. Some of them are children. All of them have changed my life. <br><br>It was hard to get them to talk. I was about 100 days into the time loop when I figured out that they were around. All 30 of them. <br><br>I've tried talking back to them, but they don't talk back. <br><br>There was a little girl who would follow me around the house. She was about 8-10 years old. Her name was Pam. She introduced herself about 4 months ago. She's the only one who will talk back to me. She's a little quiet, but she's been my only friend for the last few months. <br><br>She also tells me about the others. <br><br>I've learned a lot about my house. I've learned a lot about my life. <br><br>I know I'm stuck in this time loop. <br><br>But I don't feel alone. <br><br>I think that's what they want. <br><br>But I don't care. <br><br>I'll take the life we have, any day. <br><br>It sounds insane to anyone who would read this. But I don't care. <br><br>I know they're not real. I know I'm not really talking to them. <br><br>But I'm okay with that. <br><br>They're my life line right now. <br><br>I will never give them up.