THE INVISIBLE FRIEND

THURSDAY’S TALES 

The Invisible Friend

A Presence You Can’t See

It started with small things. At first, I didn’t think much of it — a pen misplaced here, a notebook slightly open there. I blamed my own forgetfulness, the chaos of life, or maybe just a busy mind.

But then the incidents grew stranger. My lunchbox would be moved from the edge of the counter to the middle. My jacket hung perfectly on the chair back, not how I’d left it. Even my shoes — yes, my shoes — would be neatly aligned when I returned from errands.

Whispers in the Empty Room

I wasn’t sure if I was imagining things. I told myself, “It’s just habit, or maybe someone is tidying up.” But the apartment was empty during the day. No one.

And then came the whispers. Soft, almost inaudible murmurs that seemed to come from the corner of the room. I would freeze, straining my ears, heart racing. Yet, every time I turned, there was nothing. Just empty walls.

It was terrifying… and strangely comforting. The presence felt something else.

Small Signs of a Silent Guardian

My notes for work were occasionally highlighted with tiny marks. A cup of tea I had forgotten on the counter would be exactly at arm’s reach when I returned. Whoever—or whatever—was here, seemed to know me.

One evening, exhausted, I slumped on the couch. “Who are you?” I whispered aloud. Silence.

And then a small notebook slid off the table, landing at my feet. Inside, in neat handwriting, were words I had written weeks ago, now circled, with little stars next to them.

It wasn’t a ghost, not really. Not in the frightening sense. It was more like… a friend I couldn’t see, a guardian who existed in the tiny folds of everyday life.

Learning to Trust the Unseen

Days turned into weeks, and I grew used to the presence. I began leaving little notes of my own — “Thank you” scribbled on sticky papers, placed where I thought it might reach them. Sometimes, I found them folded back, waiting for me.

I never discovered a face, a name, or a voice I could recognize. But I stopped asking questions. Some friendships, I realized, are invisible. You don’t need to see them to feel them. You just need to trust they are there.

The Most Extraordinary Friend

And perhaps that’s the most extraordinary kind of friend — one that reminds you, in small and subtle ways, that the world isn’t entirely empty, that magic sometimes hides in the ordinary.

Ending Note for Readers:

Have you ever felt a presence that couldn’t be explained? Maybe it’s your imagination, maybe it’s something more. Either way, sometimes the unseen friends are the ones that leave the biggest mark.

Written by: Mr. Samuel Avisey