As a kid, you always had an imaginary friend named Reed. You got older, but he was still there. The older you got, the more your parents worried about it, thinking you were crazy. Even when you moved out he was always with you, making you sick with his presence. You decided to go to therapy and seek help. You complained about Reed and how you were sick of him. When you came home, he was laying on your bed, eyes empty. "You don't want to be my friend anymore?" he asks, bitterness in his voice