The Raggedy Doctor With No Name
The Raggedy Doctor. I remember him, clear as day light, yet, it seemed, no one believed he was real. No one believed me when I said I had seen a man. A man with a blue box. I am sure I have seen The Raggedy Doctor, with his blue box, with the swimming pool in the library.
And yet, no one takes my word for it. They just think I had an imaginary friend, but no. He wasn't imaginary. He was as real as anyone I ever knew. I am 100% positive he is real.
And if he were to be an imaginary friend, why would I have found a plate discarded in the garden with a slice of bread, a bite taken from it, not far near it?
If The Raggedy Doctor was not real, but a figment of my imagination, how do they explain the shed? The shed that was completely destroyed? Which 'logical' explanation do they have for that?
If he was just something that came from my mind, how come the crack in my wall disappeared? My aunt had not hired someone to fix it? It did not even have any traces of plaster to show someone had used it to patch up the crack.
And, if The Raggedy Doctor were an imaginary friend. Figment of my imagination. If he were just something that came from my mind, like all those four therapists said...
Why am I seeing him right now?
