I lived in military housing on Laurel Bay in Beaufort, South Carolina from 1990 - 1993. My three-year old son had an imaginary friend named "DD". Anytime a mess was made by my son, he would say it was his friend DD. He constantly talked about DD. I thought it was cute.
One day I was getting dressed for work and my son came into my room and said that DD was standing beside him. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I asked him what DD looked like. He told me that DD was a big black man.
I went to work that day and told a friend about it. This friend had lived in Beaufort her entire life and told me homes were built on top of unmarked slave graveyards. From that point forward, I asked my son where DD was and what he was doing.
On moving day (when we moved away from Beaufort) my son said that DD was in the car with us. At some point when we left South Carolina, and were in Tennessee, I asked my son how DD was doing. He said that DD jumped out of the car. He has never mentioned DD again, and doesn't even remember DD, other than the stories I've told him.
Other than DD, I had the worst nightmares of my life while living in Beaufort. I haven't experienced anything that frightening since.
Sent in by Michelle, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com