This all started 3 years ago when I was refurbishing my bedroom.
One night after the work I saw the closet door open, I jumped up and looked in because the carpet is thick and it takes a lot of force to open this door, nothing was in there, I was freaked. The next night I woke up and sat straight up, looked at the closet door which I had made sure it was closed but its open now, I went and slept on the couch.
The next night I felt someone sitting on the end of my bed, I summoned up some balls after awhile and asked her name because I saw an outline of a teenager, she said Amanda.
To make a long story short I finally got over my fear and she sits on my bed and we talk almost every night, she committed suicide in 1939 and I checked it at the library and I’ll be dang its in there, my address and she hung herself in my room because she got pregnant and was made to feel bad by both sets of parents.
I just want Amanda to go to wherever she’s supposed to go and I know its not living in my closet waiting for me to hit the sack and fall asleep. Hey I’m not loony, I manage a conveyor shop with 20 people and would never have believed this if it wasn’t happening now, I live in the show me state and live by that motto.
Back to Amanda I really think she’s not right staying in my bedroom and needs some help, I’m looking into how to help her now since we have talked about everything we can and are repeating things so its time for her to move on but I’m very lucky to know Amanda and will never forget her and maybe someday I’ll see her at another place.
Sent in by Craig Haynes, Copyright 2011