Missy

We only lived in Alamogordo for three weeks. Wayne's job didn't exactly work out. Turns out the boss was a sexist, racist person. Long story short, Wayne (and therefore my sisters) is half-Mexican. The boss didn't know this because you don't do a job interview by saying. "Hi. I am Wayne. I have managed several companies in my life, and I am half-Mexican. Hire me". When the boss "found out", he found an excuse to get rid of him. Everyone knew what he was doing, but it also wasn't illegal, so no one did anything.

So we had to pay to move back to Merkel on 26 August 2006. Oh, but wait. We paid for them to move the house (it was a trailer), so we didn't have a home. A church family let us stay with them for a couple days while Wayne house searched. Then, after a couple days, another church family offered us one of their rental houses. They understood our situation, so they let us live there for free the first six months until we could get back on our feet. All our savings were spent on the move there and move back, so we had to literally start from scratch, so it was truly a blessing that our friends did that, or we would have been homeless, maybe forever.

When we moved into our new house, there was a closet in my room. The closet door was stuck and wouldn't open. Wayne, who is very strong, strained himself trying to open it. He said he wasn't surprised, because the house was built in 1921 and hadn't been lived in since 1998. This was 2006.

I was disappointed I wouldn't be able to use my closet, but was glad to at least have a room. One night, a month later, I was reading on my bed at night when... My closet opened on it's own...

My parents heard the thud of me hitting the opposite wall as I backed into it and came running. When Wayne saw the closet door open, he asked how I did that, and I said it opened on it's own. He swore loudly and went to look in the closet. He pulled out an old, stiff roll of sheets, a bag of raggy clothes (probably from being in there for so long), and a box of coat hangers. To be honest, we were disappointed there wasn't something like a box of old letters or a body or Narnia.

So after we cleaned the closet of all the dust, I moved my clothes in there and stored some boxes and such in there.

A few days later, I had a...dream? Vision?...of a little girl (why is it always little girls?). She was in the closet and was laughing. I know I didn't see this because I remember waking up. Also, when I saw her it was day and when I woke up seconds later it was night.

But when I woke up, I could feel her there. I couldn't see her, but I knew she was there. I didn't know her name, so I called her Missy.

When the morning came, I was about to tell Wayne this, but he spoke first. HE was pale. The skeptic. He said that he had woken up and heard what he thought was my mom's voice speaking to him. Then he realized that not only did she sleep on the other side of him, but she wasn't even home. She'd left for work that morning. Also, the voice, once he realized this, didn't sound like her. He had looked where the voice came from and...nothing.

He asked for me to tell him the stories from the country and I told him, and he apologized for not listening before. Then I told him about Missy.

One night, I was writing a note to Mark about something (we used to do that all the time and swap them at church), when I fell asleep while writing. I don't remember what the note was about (probably something random), but when I woke up, apparently Missy possessed my hand and wrote a note. My note (and handwriting) stopped abruptly, and girl handwriting finished the note. It started by saying things like "Help daddy will kill me" and then went creepy with things like "He will torture me in the bathroom. I fear the closet". It was all in girl handwriting, and was much different from mine.

I showed my parents, and they were concerned. They asked the church friends who rented us the house if anyone had died in the house, and they said they didn't know. They'd bought the house in 2002. They had had trouble selling the house because it was in so much disrepair. In fact, when we first moved in, they spend several thousand dollars having the house rewired and re-piped (as I said 1921... It had the original wiring and plumbing. It wasn't pretty).

We did research into the house, and nothing came up on a death there. But Wayne kept hearing voices in the corner, and soon it turned into two voices conversing. One night while I was writing another note, I felt a hand upon mine. It was icy. I jumped like a mile.

At the end of 2006, I moved out on my own shortly, but it didn't work out, so I moved back in. The moment I went back to my room, I ran into my parents' room and said, "I don't feel Missy anymore!" My mom said, "After you moved out, we had some people come and pray for their spirits, and led them to the light"

My family still lives in that house, and there hasn't been any activity since they prayed them to the light.