I am 14 years old and i have a story about a friend who i once had. Her name was Emma lee she was about my age at the time. I was eleven when i first saw her.
I moved into my house about 3 years ago and it was like i had seen the inside of the house before we even moved in. When i took the first step into the double door entrance of the barbie doll house i knew exactly where my room was.
A couple of nights before we thought about moving to live closer to my school i had these creepy dreams of walking through a house but i never seemed to get to one of the three bedrooms. Then when we moved in and all slept in the living room i realised my dreams had stopped.
I finally got up the nerves to open the door to the third room. it was so bright from the sun shining through the windows. the closet was double doored, and the windows were about a foot off the ground, perfect for a window seat.
It was my dream room and i wanted it the first i layed eyes on it. i slid my mattress into the room and slept there the second night. The room was very cold but i just got my quilt and held it tight. A couple of weeks later my room was set and everything seemed homey.
I saw Emma Lee when i was writing in my journal and my cat just kinda glared at the corner of my room. i called my cats name but she just meowed and stared at the same corner. I then glanced from the corner of my eye and saw a little girl sitting there. She had long dark hair and big green eyes. Her face was pail but she was still very pretty. She often wore a red dress but it seemed on the late nights she wore a white gown.
I talked to her somtimes just about the little things like our lifes and family problems. one night i had a friend over(Anyssa) and she that i was sitting up in bed talking to someone and she called my name but i didnt reply. She said it was as if i was talking to someone in my dreams.
I had a boyfriend (Ryan) at the time and i told him about her and he said that i should see a therapist and if i didnt then he was going to leave me. I told him i couldnt do that but he became very angry and just gave up. I hadent seen Emma Lee at all and i had missed her ever since that night. She was my friend and she helped me get through life. I told my mom that i missed her but she told me not to talk about her or she would send me to counseling. This is the first time in about a year that ive spoken of her and to this day i wish that she was still here to comfort me.
I miss you Emma Lee please come back.
Submitted by Amanda
