The Unwanted Playmate

February 5, 2026

by Alycia

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (182 words)

"As a young boy, I had a pretend companion named Leo. We built forts from pillows and sailed on sofa-cushion boats. My father said it was a normal phase, nothing to worry about. When I began school and made real friends, I decided my time with Leo was over. I told him to go away. […]"

As a young boy, I had a pretend companion named Leo. We built forts from pillows and sailed on sofa-cushion boats. My father said it was a normal phase, nothing to worry about.

When I began school and made real friends, I decided my time with Leo was over. I told him to go away. He did not listen. I complained to my father, who said I should be firm. If that failed, he would come and send Leo away himself.

I went to my room and ordered Leo to leave. I felt his presence remain, stubborn and silent. My father came in and spoke to the empty corner, but I whispered that Leo was still there. My father just smoothed my blankets and said we could try again in the morning.

That night, Leo pestered me without rest, a constant distraction that stole my sleep. I grew furious. I rolled over, faced the wall, and refused to acknowledge him. After a long while, the feeling of another person in the room simply vanished.

I felt a deep peace and finally slept.

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