Hmm, to make an extremely long story short, my friend had a possessed doll, and man, was it scary. Would move all the time, sometimes the ghost would come out of it and make noises in the house, knock on cabinets, sigh, etc.
I am terrified to look at a doll now.
I'll come back with the full story tonight.
EDIT: Okay, here goes:
(be ready to read a very LONG story...)
Okay, it all started when I got a phone call from my friend saying that her house was haunted. She was like, on the phone, "Steph, I'm so creeped out! Me and my cousin were watching TV, and all of a sudden, it started turning on and off, on and off! The remote was on the other couch, and there was no power failure or anything!"
Well, okay, I believed in ghosts, but that friend had a way of making things up in her head to scare herself.
But then when she told me that her and her mom heard banging at the door one night, and nobody was there, I started getting a little suspicious.
So we (my brother and I) went to her house one night for a sleepover, and we were sitting on her swingset late at night when all of a sudden, we heard this, "Yoo Hoo, Yee Hoo!". I thought it was my friend, so I asked her, but she thought it was me! We went to investigate, but found nothing.
A couple weeks later, we went for another sleepover. That was when I discovered "the doll". It was a replica of a 2 year old child that her great uncle gave her, and the doll was over 70 years old. That morning, we got ourselves locked out of the house, (don't ask
) and we couldn't get in until her mom got home for work, which would be over 5 hours. So while we were outside, we kept feeling like someone was watching us, so we decided to hang out at one of her neighbour's houses'. Coincidentally, only one of her many neighbours was home that day, so we locked Sadie (her dog) in the yard, and left to go to her neighbour's house. While we were watching TV and talking, I casually looked out the window and saw
Sadie walking down the street! We freaked out, ran back to her house with Sadie, and locked her back in the yard. It is still a mystery how she got out. We went back to our friend's neighbour's house, and hung out a bit longer. We all figured that we should check on Sadie to see if she escaped again, but she was still there, only barking frantically and pinning herself as far away from the sunroom as possible. The scary part was, we all of a sudden hear these very clear voices coming from her sunroom. It sounded like two little girls talking, but it wasn't words. It was weird sounds, like, "hummannahuhmaanaa" It was SUPER creepy! And there was nothing in the sunroom!
I got a call from the same friend one night, and she said, sounding serious, "Steph, you know that doll that my great uncle gave me?"
"Yes of course... What about it?"
"It's possessed!"
I did not believe in things getting possessed. I had to see for myself.
I went to her house with my brother a week or so after the convo on the phone, and we put the doll in the guest bedroom of her house, in pitched black, w/ only a flashlight shining on it. Sure enough, it started moving. We were joking about the doll attacking my bro, and then he got creeped out, so he moved behind us, sure enough, the doll's eyes followed him....
Let's just say we got outta' that room pretty quick.
Okay, so here's my theory: every time the doll is possessed, it looks at you with an evil look in its eyes. Every time it's not, it stares into space. The reason why I think this is because, once we went into the spare room, but we felt strangely comforted by the doll, when normally we can't even stand beside it w/o being scared crapless. It was staring into space. We left the room, and heard a loud *sigh* coming from the corner of the basement.
We went upstairs, searched up doll possessions, and what it said on the site made the whole situation make sense. We went into our friend's mom's room to get a flashlight, when all of a sudden, the hatches on a bureau started moving by themselves and made a creepy song. It sounded kinda' like jungle drums. I just about crapped my pants.
After all of that we locked the doll in the shed and then sold it to an antique shop. lol
(probably not the smartest thing to do.)
But I still get reports from that same friend 2 years later about creepy stuff going on in her house. eek!
May not sound scary, but when you're 11 years old, it can be...
(that was 2 years ago though...)
Thanks for reading!