Dolls

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Story type: Ghost
Location: childhood home, bedroom
Source: Form Submission

When I was little I loved dolls and toys and had tons of them. My mother had given me two dolls, one was a baby and only it's head was porcelain, the other was about two and a half feet tall and was all porcelain. Needless to say, the dolls made a distinct sound when they were moved.

One night I was having a hard time sleeping and kept tossing and turning. Everytime I almost would fall asleep I would hear a sound that I couldn't put my finger on since I was half gone. This went on for what seemed like forever until I was about to fall asleep from exhaustion.

I decided to just ignore the sound and fall asleep, and started drifting away right away. After about a minute or two I heard my big doll move and realised this was the sound I was hearing all night. That thought froze me solid because that doll COULD NOT move on it's own. I laid there motion-less listening to her move about for awhile until I mustered the courage to pull down the covers and look.

I saw all of my dolls and a few other toys standing at the end of my bed! The next day those two dolls went in a trunk for safe keeping and the rest went in the garbage. I can not have a doll in my house ever again.