When we first moved into our house 11 years ago, my little brother was three. Shortly after moving in, he said that he had made four friends, named Lius (Lie-us), Dius (Die-us), Arack, and Ton (I honestly don't know if those are the proper spellings for those names). He claimed that Lius and Dius were "Black, like [his] black grandma". Our Grandmother is Native American. He started misbehaving afterwards; breaking glasses, disobeying, etc. Sounds normal, but he was telling us that his friends were telling him to misbehave. We then found out after a couple of years that our town was named after a Civil War general who slaughtered many native americans in the field that was behind our house, and when they were building a wal-mart there back in '06, they dug up a Native American burial ground. Also, one time he said that "The soldier is looking for his bullet". A couple of days later, when my dad and my brother were digging in our back yard to make a garden, they dug up a rifle bullet.
It may all sound crazy, but it's also all true.
This guy is legit ,-
