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From: "Markets" (markets@bright.net)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: True story: Childhood fancy?
Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 01:37:52 -0800
Well hullo there again everyone, the porch scarecrow is back in action (somewhat) and as promised repeatedly, am going to tell of another event in my "charmed" life.As was the case with "my Sara" (since there are new people here, i can repost if you ask) This is a true story. it began when I was really young, but there is an update!
I was about 5 or so and I had an invisible friend. He was Mr. Kangaroo. Now, my mom and dad thought he was all in my imagination, so teased me in a loving way, and even set a place at the table for him on occasion. But he was not a figment of my imagination, he was an actual entity. I named him Mr. Kangaroo because of his appearence. His legs were very long, so long that he usually crouched, his knees touching his chest, so that he was more my highth. He had a tail that was rather thick, but not too long. he was pretty skinny except his hips, which were out of proportion to the rest of him. His head had a snout and a large mouth, filled with teath, though they didn't frighten me. His ears were long and hung to his middle back. He had fur that was short and light mottled brown. Some of you may think t.v. or movies were responsible for this image, but i asure you, the muppet show was the most violent thing i was alowed to see. I recently saw the movie TANK GIRL (excellent!!) and the creatures there were similer, kinda-sorta.
I began seeing him soon after we moved into our new house, and I only seen him in my bedroom, or very near the hall door to it. We would sit and talk for a long time each day, and he played with my toys, too. He seemed really interested in all aspects of my life, and was quite friendly. TO ME ANYWAYS!
My friend Jerry was making fun of me cause he had a bunch of star wars toys and i didn't, and we were on the phone. I began to get very upset, and began to cry. We only had 1 phone, and I(and Jerry) both heard a voice come over the phone telling him to shut up or he would get hurt. Then the call was disconnected. I recognized the voice of course, mr. Kangaroo. A week or so later, Jerry came to stay the night, and as we were getting into the bunks, he came flying down into the floor. The wind was knocked out of him, but he was o.k., he claimed that I reached up and pushed him. I didn't.
Another time, I was playing in my room and my mom told me to let my sis play in there too. Of course I didn't want her in my room, but had little choice in the matter, mom had spoken.
She ended up tearing the door off one of my cars, and I got mad. She screamed and ran out to mom, and told her the monster was going to eat her! She described it to mom,Saying it had stood behind me and opened its mouth and licked it's teath, then pointed at her. Mom said there was no such thing. I told them it was Mr. Kangaroo, and got put in the corner for lying!
At other times, he put away my toys, opened or closed my window as was needed as I lay in bed watching him. It all seemed fine and normal too me. he was my protecter.
When I was 7 I had the worst case of chicken pox my doc had seen, They were so thick on my feet I couldn't put them on the floor even. I pushed myself on a big yellow truck to get around the house. As I lay in bed,(I was really sick with these pox!) I would get thirsty, and call for mom. Sometimes she didn't hear me, and I ask Mr. kangaroo to get me something. As I said, he didn't leave the room, but we talked about it and he went. He decided it wasn't too bad out there, but he prefered it in my room. He wanted to know what some of the things out "there" were. I tryed to explain as best I could, and he began going out more. My sister seen me with a bottle of pop, and ask mom for one too, mom said I didn't have one, and then came to look in on me. Of couse I had one and got scolded for going out and getting it. I didn't enen have the streanght to hold it hardly, much less push my self out on my truck and then open the bottle!
Anyways, to end this story, which could go on for awhile, I'll end with this update. My mom and I were talking yesterday, and Mr. Kangaroo came up. She joked about how I used to eat the food off his plate when she wasn't looking, and all that, then she says to me, "you know what though, I always felt that you were safe in your room, like someone was watching over you. And occasionally, I thought I saw something in bed with you" Well there you have at least part of the story of my kangaroo buddy, what do you think he was?
Randy, Porch scarecrow