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This happened a couple of years ago. We moved in
into our new house and every thing was perfect;
nothing weird actually. Me and my sister fought
to have the room downstairs but as always, the
big sister always wins. Let me describe
You come down the stairs and turn to
the left and there is a hallway. To the right is
my sister's room. You go straight and to your
right is a kind of living room. Straight ahead
is the computer room. So in other words, if I
wanted to go to the computer room, I had to walk
in front of the living room. Anyways when my
grandfather died; he gave my sister a doll.
That was like 20 years ago. I am now 21. In the
other house I never ever saw that doll. But in
the new house, my mother had to put the doll in
the living room downstairs. It creeped me out so
bad. I was always nervous going downstairs, in
fact afraid. I always had a bad feeling about
that doll but I always thought it was just me.
But I knew that it was not only me when friends
came over and said they did not like going
downstairs, they felt weird.
friend said it was that doll that made them
feel like that. He approached the doll and said
I understand why you are afraid of the doll, its eyes are demonic.
Anyway's, I would often go
to the computer room and get out at night when
everything is dark. The moment I open the door
from the room, the feeling would be strong and I
had to open all the lights to cross the hallway.
For as long as I could remember, I kept having
morbid dreams in that house about that doll. Not
only was I afraid of it at day time now it was
at night time. But one night, when I was about
to get off the computer, I wasn't to pleased
crossing the hallway at night again. So I opened
the door and for the first time, I felt good,
actually very good and unafraid. I walk slowly
not knowing why, for the first time in 6 years
in this house I felt safe. I went upstairs and
went to the kitchen. The thing you should know
is, in the kitchen there is a door that leads
you to the garage and there I can see if the
door in the garage is locked. Well when I was
going to the kitchen I felt very uneasy. The
terror invaded me once again. I could explain it
until I opened the light in the garage. There it
was, that doll staring at me in the garage. I
then understood why I felt OK in the basement.
My mother finally threw the doll away. That is
why it was in the garage. Ever since it was in
the trash, I for once felt safe in this house
and now my friends are not creeped anymore when
they come. Is it possible that the doll had bad
energy or perhaps something possessed it?
Submitted From: Melissa, USA