Step into a world where reality and imagination intertwine, where ordinary individuals embrace extraordinary identities, and where the line between fact and fiction becomes blurred. In this intriguing exploration, we delve into the lives of those who wholeheartedly believed they possessed special powers – whether it be as wolfkin, vampires, or elves – and examine the profound impact these delusions had on their lives. From encounters with fantastical beings to their struggles when confronted with the harsh realities of their true existence.
My ex-boyfriend was certain he was a vampire. He kept going to churches, cemeteries, and all those kinds of places. I failed at bringing him back to reality. He died of cancer in January this year.
When I was in the US Navy we had this dude who thought he was a wolf in a human body. He would howl at the moon and just be generally strange. I knew someone that had served with him before me at a different command who said he had to be forced by medical to shower. When asked why he wasn’t showing he told them it would wash away his scent and he wouldn’t be able to attract a mate. I don’t know what happened to him.
One time I met a guy by playing online games. He always said something that he is god and so. I thought it was a joke. One day we met and he truly believed he is a god. He said there are more gods on earth and we don’t know it. I ask some silly question if he can give me some proof like teleporting or something. He said that wouldn’t work because a human brain wouldn’t understand that and then my head will explode. He also said he is a few hundred years old. It was a little bit funny because after the coffee he ask if I could drive him to the train station. Why has god no car?
The next day I had a terrible headache, I told him that and he said that was him because I didn’t believe he was a god. I blocked him.
My best friend in high school and my first two years of college genuinely believed that she could not only speak to forestry but that she was a wingless fairy. She would oftentimes, when we went walking her dogs, lean to trees and translate for me what the rustling of nature spoke of. She also would scribble in her books what she called “new alchemy”, violently scribbled circles and vague shapes she believed held magical and faery magic through her own powers.
We had a falling out after a few years after she moved to the other side of the country to be with her grandmother. We started talking about a few months ago and I found out she had been diagnosed with schizophrenia. She is currently on two types of medication and she told me her walks are depressingly quiet now.
I know someone who totally, wholeheartedly, believes that they are a Jedi master.
Our families go way back so I happen to know other kids were merciless to him all through childhood. He’s always had problems, though. Kind of one of those people you can feel isn’t quite right but not exactly why.
He decided he was a Jedi master one day. Just, like, out of the blue. Credit where credit is due, he went all the way with it. Became a minor nerd celebrity for a while. At first, when people challenged the “Jedi” thing (Why don’t you have powers then?) he’d say “Jedi is a mindset, not a power”, or sometimes “You don’t know the powers I may have” and try to play it off like a joke, but the dude was 100% serious. If you pushed he would outright melt down with tears and screaming.
Apparently, his parents financially supported him pretty much entirely, until he (and this part confuses the crap out of me) got married and had a kid WHILE STILL INSISTING ON THE JEDI THING. After that the wife supported him. Eventually, he got tired of that and left his family to take off with a teenager he met at a convention. That’s when we cut ties with him. You can be a Jedi all you want, but cutting and leaving your kid is some sh*t.
I wholeheartedly believed I was a forest elf. I don’t even really remember how it started, but I always loved fantasy novels growing up, especially ones about mythical creatures and nymphs and faeries, all that sh*t. In middle school, I wore a lot of earthy colors, always had flowers in my hair, joined the archery club (which I was NOT good at, mind you), wore elf ears to school, and I mostly walked around barefoot (not a school, obviously). I thought I would communicate with forest animals and navigate myself using only the trees and any water source. Needless to say, I was definitely picked on a lot.
I’m 26 now and an IT consultant, married to a d*mn great guy, and have a baby girl on the way. I never picked up archery again, I promise.
A girl in my school, let’s call her Emma, believed she came from a different planet that had horses as their gods. Emma convinced my friend and many others that a sheep had told her she was from a magical planet and that she had to worship horses because they are her gods. We were around 11/12 when this was going on and I couldn’t believe my friend believed her. Emma told everybody that she could speak to horses and that they would one day take over the world and we would all turn into horse people. She used to write letters, emails and fake phone calls from her ‘home planet’ If anybody questioned her or told her that she wasn’t actually from there and was a normal human, and not in fact a human-horse hybrid, she would cry hysterically and then hold a really serious grudge against that person. She hated me. Her friendship group all wore matching bracelets and sang songs about horses and drew pictures of them. This went on until we were around 14. I’m pretty sure she would make a great cult leader though as she managed to convince so many people.
In high school, I became friends with a girl I met through theater. This was during the Undertale craze. She got me into the game and eventually confided in me that she was “kin” to Sans, the skeleton from the game. I decided to go ahead and go with it because I really liked her and I didn’t really have many close friends at the time. I asked her what made her believe she was Sans, and she explained that since there’s an infinite number of universes with infinite different timelines, there’s probably a timeline somewhere in which she really is Sans. I think she also identified a lot with his whole “I’m funny and outgoing on the outside but I’m actually really depressed” thing.
In all honesty, she had a lot of mental health issues and it was a form of escapism for her. She kept it to herself and never talked about it at school, but I would listen to her when she needed it and I would call her Sans after school because it made her happy. I felt bad because she really needed someone to understand her, and it felt like one small thing I could do to make her feel better.
She’s doing much better now. We kind of fell out of contact, but she’s got a good job and I think she’s moved on from the kin thing. It’s what got her through high school in one piece, so I don’t regret indulging her at all. I know it’s easy to make fun of teenagers on Tumblr who say they’re an angel or a god or a character from a video game, but please don’t antagonize them. 99 times out of 100 it comes from a lack of attention, self-esteem or mental health issues, or just a really strong desire to fit in with a community.
Someone I used to be friends with identified as a Lynx. I was weirded out but she was my friend so I dealt with it. Soon she started to say I was “sitting on her tail” and she was fully convinced she turned into a cat at night.
A couple of other things she did was claim she was “sorry cause she accidentally clawed me with her claws” (she had only put her hand on my shoulder)
She also complained that the teacher was “hurting her ears” because she was talking and that affected her cat’s hearing
Another time she tried to go a week without glasses to prove her eyes were becoming “more like a cat”. She didn’t last an hour.
The final thing, she attempted to start a furry/therian club. Her campaign was along the lines of “Join our cult to unleash your inner animal”. (Yes she used the word cult)
Last I heard of her she was drawing furry p*rn for 100$ a piece.
Knew a guy that swore that he was a reincarnated Kitsune spirit. He and I got into an argument one day and he swore that he would destroy my life, because “Kitsunes never let go of grudges”. (Mythologically, Kitsunes were described as being especially capricious.) He ended up telling a bunch of lies about me to everyone he could, gaslit another friend into cutting off contact with me, and occasionally I’ll run into someone online that fell for one of the many stories he made up about me.
From first to sixth grade, I had this friend Ally that genuinely believed she could see dead people and demons and whatnot. She would do the stereotypical vampire things (pretending to bite people, showing off her canines, talking about blood, etc) but that wasn’t like her main thing.
She had this one “demon” that she said followed her everywhere and hid in the bathrooms that we just called “It”. Ally always described It as being whiter than paper with two slits for a nose and sharp fangs. I wholeheartedly believed her because why wouldn’t I? I was a dumb kid that wanted supernatural things to be real, and she was my best friend that had no reason to lie to me. I literally was too scared to use the restroom at school because she said that It always peeked over the stall.
As the years went on, though, I eventually realized that she was making it up. But the conviction with which she said that kind of stuff was scary. I know her parents were going through a rough patch at the time, so I think she was just making it up for attention, which she got.
I haven’t talked to Ally in a while, but another friend of mine ran into her at a fair recently and said she seemed to be doing well. I’m glad things are better for her.
I actually went to high school with a lot of people like this who eventually grew out of it. I remember one girl specifically because, based on her Facebook, she has not grown out of it. She claimed she had multiple personalities, her main two being herself and the other being a 200-year-old British vampire. We live in the US and she would put on a British accent and everything. It seems she has found a partner just like her though and they’re planning a pretty extravagant vampire wedding. Good on them.
One of my closest friends that I lived with through most of college thought she had special powers. It was…weird…to say the least. She’d been bullied all her life and I always reckoned she’d developed this as a coping mechanism. The thing that really stood out to me though was that she was so good at getting people to play along with it and I have no idea how. I saw this scenario play out a few times during the time we lived together and I was always so confused as to how she kept getting people on board so to speak.
The general scenario went like this: she’d meet someone and if she really liked them, she’d tell me in a very knowing sort of way that she thought they had “the gift” (aka they also had powers…she told me once she thought I had them and I just kind of smiled and nodded and said, “Okie dokie then.”) So then she’d get together for lunch or something with this person and she’d launch into this full-on spiel about how she was all that was standing between the world and destruction and she could tell that they were also special and she needed someone to help her fight these battles (not literal battles more like astral-projection type battles) and help her guard “the gates”.
Hilarious side note, the gates were colored: cyan, magenta, yellow and black. She got mad at me one time when I referred to them as the Printer Gates. And you’d think that after unloading all that people would run screaming but they…didn’t. They’d show up at our apartment to talk to her and they’d be talking about these battles and stuff.
All I can figure out is she was good at spotting people with over-active imaginations who didn’t fit in well. She probably would’ve made a great cult leader TBH. She now works in IT and we still talk to each other pretty regularly. She wrote a fantasy novel that she’s trying to get published which was actually quite good when she let me read the draft. I’m guessing that became the outlet for her stories when she grew up so to speak.
I kind of want to ask her about what was going on with her, but I kind of don’t want to open that can of worms ever again. When she wasn’t in full-on wtf mode she was the most kind and genuinely fun to be around person. I’m sort of afraid the Printer Gates will rear their ugly head again if I bring it up.
She cheated on her boyfriend occasionally but would claim that it was not cheating because she would only do it during full moons so it was her werewolf half doing it and not her.
Way back in the 80s, while I was still in elementary school, there was this kid who, every day, swore he was a ninja.
He couldn’t show us any of his moves or weapons, as his Sensei had forbidden it. But that didn’t stop him from making his outlandish claims, like the nunchucks & ninja stars he had hidden in his backpack or how he had fought and killed an entire gang. Et cetera.
One day, he claimed he could spin so fast he could turn invisible. Several classmates demanded he prove it during his free time and for whatever reason, he finally relented.
He started spinning in circles, but we could still see him. So he kept spinning. Until he threw up.
I had a friend who believed that she was a vampire and would try to bite at my wrists and neck very often it got to the point where she would bring pigs’ blood to school and openly drink it out of a cup as if it were juice, scroll forward 2 days I’m visiting her in a mental hospital.
Had this guy in my shop, no idea how he made it through Basic Training but this guy absolutely believed he was a werewolf.
We were deployed and working the night shift on the flight deck of an LHD, and the desk Sgt told him to go do a job on one of the aircraft. He flat out refused stating it was a full moon and he would turn into a wolf if he went outside. So, I’m true Flightline fashion, a few of us drug him outside. He was kicking, snarling, howling, growling, and when we get to the flight deck he starts wrenching and making weird screeching noises like he actually thought he was transforming into a wolf. He started saying “You don’t want to be around for this, I get very violent when I’m a wolf.” Then proceeded to jump and run around on all 4’s acting like he was a werewolf (I guess). We are all just laughing our a**es off, we knew he was weird before deployment but no one really knew how weird, and we certainly weren’t prepared for that.
He was also the stinky kid in the shop. So, we torque-striped his body wash to see if he was using it. He would strip down and go to the showers in a towel and shower shoes and everything. But he would stand in there and not turn the water on or just wet his hair to make it look like he showered. Well, after two weeks of the torque stripe on his body wash not being broken and him stinking to high h*ll, our Sgt confronts him. He said that the water and body wash were bad for his fur and that werewolves don’t like baths. So the Sgt said, “Fine, we will bathe you like a dog then.” So he tells Sgt what’s going on and his plan and gets the go-ahead. Because at this point it’s either what happens next or paperwork. 6 of us grabbed him out of his rack, drag him to the showers, poured soap on him and scrubbed him with deck brushes. The whole time he was like a dog and howling and barking and growling and all kinds of weird sh*t. When we got home Gunny sent him to mental health to be evaluated and turns out, he had some sort of identity dysphoria and legit believed he was a werewolf.
He wasn’t in the Marine Corps much longer after that. A few of us think he faked it to try and get sent home early from deployment on medical, then kept it up when he realized he would be able to get out of the Corps early with a medical disability associated with deployment and collect a check for the rest of his life, which he does.
There was a guy in my high school that thought he was a Russian sleeper agent. I don’t know if he had just read some Cold War novel or what, but he would talk with this painstakingly bad Russian accent, but only sometimes. He acted like it slipped out or something, and it was kinda funny. He would sometimes stop mid-conversation and hold his hand up to his ear like he had an earpiece in and listen, and then say something to the effect of “I’ve been activated, got to go” and then dash off.
Now there was a girl in our school that did speak some Russian (I think her mom was Russian?) and she would every now and then say something to him and he would play along and just speak nonsense words. We always sort of felt bad for him, cause I think he desperately wanted to be cool. Just acting like a Russian sleeper agent probably wasn’t the way to go.
I had a friend who believed in a religion that was built for anime. She believed (I hope it’s past tense, I haven’t talked to her in 4 years) in the religion from Naruto, the one Hidan believed in. (I think it’s called Jashinism or something like that.) She believed that Hidan was a prophet and she had to do as Hidan did. She would cut herself to sacrifice some of her blood, she would eat meat rare because apparently that was the only way and she would ask people she felt close to if they would be willing to sacrifice their blood.
When I last talked to her she was 21 and still believed in that, had so since she was 16. I think she was a severely messed up girl trying to find herself, but I don’t know what believing in a fictional religion would give anyone.
When I was a kid there was an odd girl at my church. She and I were the same age and grew up together so we were friends by default, but she was nice and I didn’t mind hanging out with her. I thought she had a wild imagination, and one time she told me that she was a witch and her little brother was a warlock, but she didn’t know about her younger siblings because they were too young to do magic still. I just said “Cool!” or something and let her tell me a little bit about it, and then we started talking about boys and school and the norm. When we were 12 we started going to our church’s summer camp for girls (Girl’s Camp, very clever name) and she would hardly ever leave her cot. Everyone thought she was a weirdo already so they just let her be, and even when I talked to her about it she just claimed she didn’t feel well.
In our 2nd year at Girl’s Camp, we went to a pretty far away state park from home, and the group from our town was large enough that we needed two cabins, the older girls took one and the 1st and 2nd years took the other. One day around lunchtime, I came back from the mess hall and a lot of the older girls were in our cabin talking to her, and apparently while they were doing the bored-teen-at-camp thing of yelling into a box fan to “chop” your voice, they woke her up and made her angry, so she screamed out the window at them that she’d hex them if she didn’t stop. Now they were here to test her abilities as a witch, approaching it very civilly but trying very hard not to laugh or criticize her while it played out.
Mean girl 1: “What can you do?”
Witch girl: “I can make people do things.”
Mean girl 1: “Show us! Make me do something!”
They set up a whole show of it, they put WG on one end of the cabin and everyone else stood between her and MG1 on the other side. WG closed her eyes and concentrated, and then told MG2 what she was going to make MG1 do, which was looking at a specific person nearby (it happened to be MG1’s cousin, now MG3). MG2 went to go see if it happened and just exclaimed almost immediately “OH MY GOSH IT WORKED!” MG1 hadn’t done anything at all, but the whole group of them decided to convince WG that she’d done whatever she set out to do so they could antagonize her about more of her “abilities.” Each time she showed them something new, they pretended it worked, and started treating her like their mascot the rest of camp.
Because of these events, the whole group of girls at church relentlessly made fun of her at every opportunity about her supposed powers. She ended up going to therapy and being an introverted shut-in for years. Senior year, she started going to public school and I got to see her more again.
She told me she lied to the therapist about ceasing her magical practices to make her parents get off her back, and that not wearing it proudly had cursed her and caused a physical disability she’d developed. Now that she was getting ready to graduate she’d move out and get better and help people with her magic. That was 10 years ago now.
Met a girl at camp who honestly believed she was a cat and had an invisible tiger boyfriend. She was sent to camp by her foster parents, so I figured it was just an important thing for her to believe it. Now I realize that it was probably a coping mechanism for all she had gone through.
She and I were both pretty lonely (she didn’t know many people, and I was a social outcast), but we had a lot of fun spending the week together. I never saw her again, but I hope she was settled down with a good family and eventually didn’t need to have that coping mechanism. She didn’t seem too sure what she thought of those foster parents, but they had chosen to send her to camp when she heard about it and was interested. She definitely enjoyed getting to explore outside.
Legitimately went through grade school, junior high and high school with a guy who imitated a dinosaur daily. If any of you have seen Stepbrothers, the scene where Dale’s dad, Robert, told the boys he wanted to be a dinosaur. He would chase cats, roar at people, etc. But finally had to grow up. Well yes, I went to school with a guy just like that named Christopher. Ironic as h*ll is we were juniors in high school when stepbrothers came out.
So Chris was actually an honor roll student, wasn’t a total outcast and had a decent amount of friends. But he would perch his arms up like a T-Rex through the halls and I remember seeing him in the lunch hall eating without his hands to imitate a dinosaur. It was beyond bizarre to see but since he’d done it for so long it became regular. I actually ran into Chris a few years back at the local movie theatre since I still live in my hometown and he seems to be doing well. Has a wife, three kids and a steady accounting job. Due to us not attending the same movie, I cannot confirm if he used his hands to eat his popcorn though.
When Naruto was really popular this girl walked around with crutches at my junior high. She hung out with some of the ultra-nerdy kids but she was okay (nothing crazy or red-flag type) until this stint she did with crutches.
She was in love with Sasuke from the anime and he was bitten by Orochimaru (or whatever) and he got this black mark on his neck which meant he was a vampire. This debilitated the Sasuke while he recovered.
So she was walking in crutches with a black mark sharpened in on her neck but with no boot or cast. So when she was asked she would loudly shriek “DON’T YOU KNOW? I WAS BIT BY A VAMPIRE”. When our science teacher asked what happened that caused her to be in crutches she flipped out (because kids were already laughing at her for putting this show on) and yells at him then storms out of class with her crutches… weird times.
I knew a guy who thought he was Jesus Christ. He was a super nice guy. We were both in our early/mid-20s and I was dating his best friend.
Now, he didn’t just waltz around talking about this, spouting it off to anyone who would listen. He had to really trust you. At some point, he decided that I was a good enough friend that he could open up to me about it. So we had a long convo. For some reason, a goodly part of the story was that he woke up one morning at the age of 10. However, the night and those dreams lasted a good 30 years. He lived every single moment of his life until the age of 40 or so, then woke up and it was all a dream. And his life played out just as it had in that 30-year dream, every moment. He said that he knew ahead of time that he was going to meet me. He said that he knew when WWIII would start and what would happen. When I asked for details he told me that he was not allowed to tell me that information. And then he told me the most important part of it all, which is that he was the 2nd coming of Jesus and that he was destined to save the world. But was also not allowed to get more specific.
I can’t stress enough how nice of a dude he was. He was a d*mn good friend and the gentlest of souls. And you would never have guessed he was carrying this dark secret, this weight if you will of “knowing” that he had this tremendous responsibility and destiny. And he was SO lucid when he was telling me about it. And this is a man without a sense of irony in his being- he was absolutely serious.
The relationship with this friend didn’t last long though we remained friendly. Eventually, we lost touch and I saw John (Savior dude) on the side of the road. Stopped and talked to him for a few and it was just depressing. I think his delusions had caught up to him. He looked like a zombie. He’d lost about 40 lbs and…had ended up with a colostomy bag due to heavy drug use. It was quite sad. I sometimes wonder whether he had “foreseen” that in his dream, somehow I doubt it.
I met a woman who said she could communicate with trees. She really believed it. But I didn’t see any reason to confront her about it. It seemed to bring her solace and really just amounted to her hugging trees on her own property and connecting with them. No harm done and it had a positive impact on her. Maybe it was just her way of telling herself something in a way she could handle.
Anyway, sometimes the voices in your head can be good friends.
My ex still believes that he shares his body with the spirit of a Young female girl. Sometimes the girl would “take over” and he would talk in high pitch girly voice and act like a girl. Last I know he is catfishing dudes in video games to believe he is a girl and has online relationships.
TRULY believe she had wings. She would freak out if you approached her from behind. She wouldn’t lay on her back because of her “wings”. And all this weird sh*t.
But me being the 14/15-year-old I was, I played along. It was weird as all h*ll but hey, I was seriously into werewolves at that time too, so I don’t have any room to talk.
Where is she now? Beats me. She took my best friend from me. I don’t give a literal f*ck where she is anymore.
And if you’re wondering, I’m not into werewolves as much as I was years ago. I still think they’re bad*ss though.
No, I never believed I was a werewolf that had hidden powers.
OMG yes. My brother. He believed (believes?) he is a dragon. And he’s also a furry. And he also believes he can see people’s auras. He was/is such a socially awkward person, and I think in some weird way this is how he found community. Apparently, there is a whole bunch of people who think they are dragons! Who knew? Now that he’s in his 30s, he’s grown out of it – or at least he doesn’t talk about it or insist that people call him by his “dragon name” anymore.
I’m under the impression that it was something that slowly fell away from his belief system, bit by bit, but one interaction sticks out in my memory. While we were on a long road trip he was b*tching about how our mother kept asking him all sorts of “ridiculous” questions like if he believes he can see the future, if he believes he can fly, if he believes he can see ghosts, etc. And I was like, “Yeah dude. She’s trying to figure out exactly how delusional you are. Don’t complain that her asking you if you can see the future is ridiculous while simultaneously claiming you are a dragon that sees auras. Keep this sh*t up and you’ll be forcefully admitted to the psych ward.” After that, he stopped talking about being a dragon so much.
Interestingly enough, on paper, he’s the most successful person in our family. Despite his social ineptitude, he’s brilliant with computers. He had more money in his retirement account by age 30 than my mother has now, and she’s like 2 years from retirement (and makes 6 figures). He lives with his girlfriend (who he met online, of course) and they seem really happy together. But he still has dragon art all over his house, attends furry events, wears a floor-length hooded cloak everywhere and spins around septar/walking stick. Still a weird dude, but now just a weird dude with a big paycheck.
Have you heard of Fictionkin? A person who wholeheartedly believes that they are a fictional character. I’m a roleplayer and cosplayer, but an old friend at school took stuff way beyond that and was convinced she was the alter-ego of Hermione Granger – literally Hermione disguised as a Muggle, and her whole life dedicated to acting as the perfect Muggle with a hidden secret in the hope that would bring her to the Wizarding World and be allowed to drop the charade and live as Hermione. People just went along with it, Harry Potter was very popular at the time and they just thought she was a roleplay nerd.
Knew a girl in my class/church group who legit thought she could astro project. Saying that she could transport her spirit across long distances and leave her body behind, specifically “visiting” her long-distance boyfriend in SC via astroprojection. I spent way, way too long trying to reason with her that it was not possible. Her argument was that I couldn’t prove that it wasn’t possible. It was like talking to a less-endearing Luna Lovegood. In her defense, she had a TBI from a serious fall when she was about 13/14 which might have contributed to her bizarre behavior. Both her parents were supposedly psychologists, if that was true I have to wonder what they thought about her belief in her supernatural powers.
In high school, a girl in my grade messaged me on Facebook,
“I just don’t understand, you’re so happy all the time. How do you do it? I want to be like you”
We had almost never talked, and we only knew of each other before this. That should have been my red flag, but I felt bad for her so I messaged back about finding the positive in life, accepting yourself and learning to accept what we can’t change. I also knew she was Christian so I threw something in there about finding joy in Jesus.
The relationship became her using me as her personal therapist and only coming to me when she was happy and wanted to talk about herself, or depressed and it was my job to help her out. It was emotionally draining and I actually suffer from depression myself, but I am selective with who I let see that side of myself.
She started having me read her fan fiction and eventually felt comfortable telling me a big secret about herself: “She controlled the lightning.”
Every time it thundered, she would text me a thunder emoji or a smiley face to let me know she was doing her thing. (On the other hand, anytime she was depressed, she would simply text me “:(” and expect me to pry and ask her to share.
I asked her if she believed in God, who is in control of the wind and lightning, and creation, how come she thought she controlled lightning? She just responded, “I don’t know why I’ve been given these powers, I only know that they’re my burden to bear, and my abilities to explore” or some sh*t like that.
I began distancing myself and finally, we went to college and we stopped talking.
Most recently: she became an English teacher and seems to be enjoying it. I hope she got the help she needed.
A guy I worked with at the Department of Transportation believed he was Batman. He even had a Batman-themed birthday at the office as a grown, 40-something-year-old man. He never really did anything batman related, never acted like a detective or tried to fight crime. But he did do this creepy thing where he would stand behind you quietly and watch you. Then when you get that “feeling” and catch him standing there, he’d just say “I am Batman” and leave.
There was this girl in my class who fully believed she was a cat. She would meow in class, hiss at people, groom herself in class and bite people. I remember one time a boy had asked her why she thought she was a cat, what she said was so weird I will never forget😂 she said “Well I was a cat, I was walking down the road one night and got hit by a car. And then I came back as a human.” She said it with the most straight face, so she wasn’t joking. The whole class kinda just giggled about it to ourselves. Then the boy who asked told her that she was wrong and that her story was ridiculous. So she bit him on the arm and he had to go to the hospital to get stitches and shots.
I knew this girl in 7th and 8th grade and she would go up to people (including me) and try to convince you she was a frog. Yes, a frog. She hopped like one around school and would make the weirdest f*cking noises. I’m pretty sure she was special needs as well. But what will always stick with me forever is when we got paired up for a science project and she started touching the papers with her tongue to flip them and move stuff. Her name was Gracie and I don’t know where she is now because I moved but that was some weird sh*t man.
I know someone who thinks they’re a demon hunter. They clear people’s homes of ‘dark energies’ and ‘bad spirits’. They also see things all the time and struggle to go to public places or sit in chairs that other people use because of the negative energies that attach to them from these public environments. There’s a history of schizophrenia and other mental illness in the family.
They’re happy in their existence but seem stressed out all of the time. It’s very difficult to have a normal conversation with them as they take offence to many things that are said. I worry about their mental health. And wouldn’t be able to confront them about their beliefs as they feel normal. I think it may take a breakdown before they have an idea that something may be wrong.
Yes. My ex-boyfriend claimed to be an owl. He would say how his brain was infected by demons and to combat that, he would morph into this owl in which he could combat them. I know he had some mental health disorders, which he was choosing not to take medication for. Things would get hard for him. When he would get that way, he would get very quiet and panicked. Every time he would see an owl, he would tell me it was a sign that he had to become one of them. I’m not sure what’s going on with him now. Last I heard, he purposely broke his phone so no one could talk to him. I hope all is well for him.
I wouldn’t consider this girl as my friend but we shared the same friend group. Throughout all middle and high school, she claimed she was a mermaid. She’d always wear blue, green, and purple clothes/shoes. Wouldn’t touch water and did not go to school whenever it was raining. She would tell everyone when she takes a bath at home her tail appears. Every year for Halloween she was a mermaid. I started homeschooling my junior year so I lost touch, and her social media profile is private.
