Don’t Joke by Rose

I went upstairs to see my ‘imaginary friend’ since I couldn’t go outside. I don’t know my friend’s name so I call him ‘Big brother’ because he acted like my brother before he passed. I opened the bedroom door and I saw him playing with the round, bouncy balls.

“Big brother! What do you wanna do?” I excitedly asked. He looked up at me and smiled. He gestured over to me to sit down, so I did. He rolled up his sleeves and showed his hands. The left was grey and wrinkly compared to his right one. I immediately stood up. “What? They look like old cabbages, I’ll ask for help.” I said nervously. We both walked over to my big sisters room and I tugged on her sleeve.

“What is happening to big brother’s hand?” My sister looked at me confused. She told me I shouldn’t be joking about him and it was not nice to talk about the dead. Can’t she see him? Suddenly, thunder struck with a bang and Big brother got scared and let out a scream that got everyone’s attention. My sister finally looked like she saw him!