Since I was eleven, every five or so years, something happens where I get really upset or stressed, and during those four times so far, I end up seeing this made-up thing. The thing I see is a mythical creature, and it is not supposed to be kind, in fact it is meant to be evil, but when I hallucinated it, it was incredibly gentle, and I honestly felt so comforted. It always felt completely real, like an actual person was standing there. The first time it happened was right after I saw something about the creature in the news and a magazine, and I was feeling very lonely.