THE DROWNED LADY
This is not my story, this happened to my Uncle one night and he told me because we were swapping stories one night.
One night my Uncle was driving to work. He was on night-shift. He stopped at a set of lights and noticed a car that was stopped at the intersection going in front him. The car was running, it had the lights on, etc. It was a perfectly normal car. But there was no one driving it. He thought it was just a trick of the light. The light turned green, and he drove around the corner. As he did, he looked in his side view mirror. The car that seemed like it didn't have someone driving it, did. It was a middle aged man. Not exactly rare. But on his lap, a lady who looked like she just went swimming, sat there. She was wearing the most hateful look on her face. The man was oblivious to what was happening. Needless to say, my Uncle freaked and swore loudly. He relayed his story to my Aunty, who said the man might have drowned her, and had her spirit follow him around. I agree with my Aunt. Whatever that man did, the Lady didn't appreciate it.
GHOSTS IN MY APARTMENT (Real story of Jen)
Hi my name is Jen and I have lived in my current apartment in Brooklyn for about 30 years now along with my mom and my brother. We knew the first day we moved in here that it was haunted.
To give a little history on the building its over a hundred years old. It was built around the time our part of brooklyn was officially becoming part of NYC.
The first night we moved in my mom, myself and my two older brothers had to share one whole bed because our own was not delivered yet. While we were waiting my mom started to unpack some boxes and clean up a bit. She also hung up some blue curtains in our large room (thats where we all slept) so the sun would not bother us in the morning. When we got up for school the next morning and turned on the lights, my mother went to look out the window and noticed a big gash down the middle of the panel on the left. We had a cat but the rip did not indicate five claw marks had been made; it looked as though someone took a knife or some other sharp object and made one large rip right down the middle. My mom asked which one of us did it and we all said we didn't. She got scared, took the curtains down and threw them out.
After that there have been many strange happenings but my mother experienced most of it. She told us as well as my Godmother, who lived across the hall at the time, that she would feel someone jumping on her bed in the middle of the night. When she turned to see who it was no one was there. She would also hear footsteps in the hallway (which I actually heard once) and see things walking around out of the corner of her eye.
Fast forward about 6 years. My mother ran a daycare center in the apartment for 11 years (she was a nurse by profession but she wanted to stay home with us). She took care of about 15 kids during the day and I remember every one of them not wanting to go to the bathroom by themselves during nap time (during nap time my mom turned out the lights and it was pretty dark). They would always ask mom to walk with them and stay with them in the bathroom until they were finished. My mom figured it was the spirits but she was not really sure.
She finally found out one day when one of the parents told her that her daughter saw a strange dark man lying in our bathtub. Now at the time there were no men living in our apartment and my oldest brother was only a teenager and was at school at the time, and with the history of ghosts in here we could not say she was lying.
My Godmother's Experience:
About 10 years after we moved in, the Super and the painters were scheduled to come in to paint and fix the pipes in our kitchen. My mom and us had to keep our doctors appointments so she asked our godmother if she could stay in the apartment until they came (this was in the 80's where crime in NYC was really bad and my mother was not trusting anyone with our keys). When my mother came back she found the place had not been painted nor the pipes fixed. When she called the office to find out why nothing had been done, the people at the office said that the workers told them that no one was there to let them in. My mother denied it and in her anger she hung up the phone. She called my Godmother and asked her what happened and she said, and I remember it to this day "Don't ever ask me to stay alone in your apartment again. I will do anything else for you but not that". When my mother asked what had happened she said she saw a tall dark figure of a man standing in the corner of our living room and that she got so scared she ran out.
The day after my mother walked around the house with frankincense and her bible to try and burn out whatever was here.
It worked. But only for a while.
I remember while watching my mother walking from room to room I felt a cold gust of wind fly right past me. I remember being scared and asking mom if that was the ghost and she said it probably was.
Other Experiences
We do not know who the black shadow man is but there are other spirits in the apartment and I think they are family members. My family and I do not feel threatened by them and they like to let us know they are around by swooping in and out at the corner of our eyes and scaring our cat.
The two weirdest experiences I have had with the ghost that I think are our family occurred around my fathers birthday this September. My moms step dad and uncle came to accompany us to our cousins wedding. On a weekend in mid-September I was in the kitchen washing dishes when I suddenly heard two footsteps walk past me accompanied by a sudden chill. I turned around and started to tell the ghost to let me finish doing what I was doing but then I stopped. I went on washing the dishes and said to myself "what's the sense?" with my moms step dad we were all going to my cousins wedding that day and my uncle and his father (step dad) where due to arrive. When they came I saw my uncle in the dinning area but not his father. I asked him where he was and he said he was standing in the hallway and that for some reason he would not come in. I thought this was strange because despite how my mother felt about him (we all believe he killed our grandmother, my mothers mother) he was never shunned from the apartment. I went to the hallway to see what was wrong and I found him standing by the staircase, holding onto the banister of the first floor staircase for dear life. As he was holding on he was staring at our apartment door scared to death. I asked him what was wrong and he did not answer. He just stood there staring.
He eventually came in but all the time he was there I saw that he was scared. When I told my mother about it she said he may have seen her mother or her grandmother and they may have been trying to keep him out. I have a lot of stories but they wont all fit here, so this will have to be it for now.
OUIJA BOARD,(story From Ellen)
This incident happened to my stepdaughter and I beginning at a Toys R Us.
We were starting early on our Christmas shopping and decided to make a stop at the toy store. My stepdaughter and I made our way around to the board games and she happened to come across an Ouija Board. She discussed getting one with me for a little bit and I told her she could get one but couldn't keep it at my house because I'm a little jumpy about those things. She decided that she didn't have enough money to get one this trip so we figured on picking it up next weekend. We were still discussing it and came up to a toy aisle and started to turn down the aisle and at the very end was some megablock trucks. They're a bit bigger than the metal Tonka trucks. This truck was sitting on the bottom shelf and it just suddenly fell off and started rolling towards us and I'm not talking about a few inches as if it just fell off balance. It rolled half way down the aisle to me and Katie decided we really didn't need to look there and went on.
We headed to Walmart to do a little shopping and my glove compartment just popped open and banged her on the knee. We were really getting freaked out so we just tried to explain away the reasons for those two incidences happening.
We headed home after that and my husband had to work night shift so we told him about our little Ouija board discussion and he thought we were a little goofy. He left for work and my stepdaughter and I were sitting here watching movies and she decided she wanted to get her chapstick from downstairs which is her room/our basement when she's here. She opened the door and slammed it really quick and was yelling. She swears she saw something on the top step leading to the basement so I took a look and didn't see anything.
We sat here and started watching some movies again and I heard a noise and I figured I should check it out because I knew she was going to freak out. I opened the basement door and there on my top stop was a big furry black creature of some sort with some very long claws. Well of course, me being the big scaredy cat I am I screamed, slammed the door and locked it. My husband came home a little while later because they canceled the job and we asked him to take a look for us. At first he didn't see anything either but a little bit later he heard the same noise I had earlier and opened the door to take a look and there was the creature just sitting there staring. He closed the door and went for a shovel and went back in the basement and closed the door. We heard him banging around and he came back up and said he missed it and it ran out.
That was on Saturday and its Wednesday and we haven't heard or seen it since. Were all these events signs or just freaky coincidences?
13TH STREET APARTMENT(Story From Michelle)
I have had many experiences with the paranormal throughout my life. I will tell you about the one that scared me the most.
It happened in a house that I had a lot of other bad experiences in. I've never done research on the history of the house nor do I care to. But here's one incident that scared me almost half to death!
My family moved down to Arkansas when I was about 7 yrs. old. The house we lived in when we first moved there was a bit old. I had complained to my parents several times throughout the years of how I felt there was SOMETHING in the house that was trying to harm me. They eventually got tired of it and converted the porch into two bedrooms for my brother, sister and I. My brother got his own bedroom and my sister and I had to share. Since there wasn't much room, we got bunk beds and I got the top bunk with my sister being on the bottom bunk (yes I had sibling order issues).
Anyways, a short time after the new bedrooms were made my brother got a job working 3rd Shift. He was 5 years older than me and my sister was 6 years older than me.
One day I was awoken by the sound of my name being called. I looked at the clock and it said 3a.m. I heard the voice again calling my name. It was my brother's voice coming from outside our window. He was telling me to go open the door for him. I was still half asleep and so I was like, "why don't you just open it yourself?" The voice replied, "because I forgot my keys and now I can't open the door." I made a movement to get up, but then a thought crossed my mind. My brother worked 3rd shift so he was still supposed to be at work. So I asked him "aren't you supposed to still be at work?" The voice replied, "yeah, but they let us out early. And now I can't get in because I forgot my keys. Now just come open the door for me." I was sitting up in bed at this point and then another thought crossed my mind. Wait, if he forgot his keys how'd he drive his truck home? So of course I asked my brother that question. I sat in bed waiting for a reply. It was about a minute and still nothing. So I asked the question again. Still nothing. I got mad at this point because it was really early in the morning and I wasn't in the mood for one of my brother's annoying jokes. I hopped out of the top bunk and walked to the window (which wasn't hard since its 2 steps away from the bed). I pulled back the curtains getting ready to just yell at my brother, but there was no one there! I looked to either side and didn't see him. No car in the front of the house either. Now, the time I waited for a reply would have given my brother time to run around the corner of the house towards the backyard, but not without me hearing and that doesn't explain why his car wasn't in the front! There was no way that he could have gone out through the metal gate without it screeching and started his car all without me hearing it! Suddenly, a cold chill ran up my spine and I was like, no way could that have been my brother calling my name. I quickly closed the curtains and turned around contemplating waking my sister up. It was no use, she's a heavy sleeper and wouldn't wake up if a gun went off next to her ear. So I bolted back up to my bunk and covered my face with the blanket til morning.
The next day after I got home from school, I asked my brother what time he had came home. He looked at me with that attitude look of his and said "7 in the morning like I usually do. Why?" I told him I was just curious and asked if any of his friends would have paid him a visit early this morning at around 3. He said no. At this point he had a worried look on his face. I knew if I told him then he wouldn't believe me. He would and did later on, but that's another story. The only person I told that day about this was my sister. And the next night, at exactly 3 in the morning I heard my name being called again. This time it was my sister's voice. It started off sort of slow and teasing like. It said it in that tone about 3 times. Then after a few seconds of silence it started again this time it was repeating my name fast! Sort of like when someone is excited and screaming out your name to get your attention quick. I was annoyed at this point and grabbed my pillow and was leaning over the side of the bed ready to smack my sister with it for trying to be funny and scare me. But I was frozen when I saw her still asleep with her eyes shut tight. Then I heard the voice say my name one more time this time slowly and sinister sounding. It wasn't my sister because she was right there and I was looking at her and her mouth didn't move! It was coming from outside the window! I dropped the pillow on the floor and got my butt under my covers so fast that I had a head rush. I stayed there under the covers until daylight broke through the room.
Like I said before, I've had many experiences in that house and never really had the guts to do a history on the house. I've moved since then. Far, far away from that house. I'm not sure if the present owners have any issues with it, but I sure hope they don't have kids at least. I wouldn't want a kid to go through what I went through in that house.
THE DOLL (Story by Sharon)
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 downstairs.
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.
One particular 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?
This is not my story, this happened to my Uncle one night and he told me because we were swapping stories one night.
One night my Uncle was driving to work. He was on night-shift. He stopped at a set of lights and noticed a car that was stopped at the intersection going in front him. The car was running, it had the lights on, etc. It was a perfectly normal car. But there was no one driving it. He thought it was just a trick of the light. The light turned green, and he drove around the corner. As he did, he looked in his side view mirror. The car that seemed like it didn't have someone driving it, did. It was a middle aged man. Not exactly rare. But on his lap, a lady who looked like she just went swimming, sat there. She was wearing the most hateful look on her face. The man was oblivious to what was happening. Needless to say, my Uncle freaked and swore loudly. He relayed his story to my Aunty, who said the man might have drowned her, and had her spirit follow him around. I agree with my Aunt. Whatever that man did, the Lady didn't appreciate it.
GHOSTS IN MY APARTMENT (Real story of Jen)
Hi my name is Jen and I have lived in my current apartment in Brooklyn for about 30 years now along with my mom and my brother. We knew the first day we moved in here that it was haunted.
To give a little history on the building its over a hundred years old. It was built around the time our part of brooklyn was officially becoming part of NYC.
The first night we moved in my mom, myself and my two older brothers had to share one whole bed because our own was not delivered yet. While we were waiting my mom started to unpack some boxes and clean up a bit. She also hung up some blue curtains in our large room (thats where we all slept) so the sun would not bother us in the morning. When we got up for school the next morning and turned on the lights, my mother went to look out the window and noticed a big gash down the middle of the panel on the left. We had a cat but the rip did not indicate five claw marks had been made; it looked as though someone took a knife or some other sharp object and made one large rip right down the middle. My mom asked which one of us did it and we all said we didn't. She got scared, took the curtains down and threw them out.
After that there have been many strange happenings but my mother experienced most of it. She told us as well as my Godmother, who lived across the hall at the time, that she would feel someone jumping on her bed in the middle of the night. When she turned to see who it was no one was there. She would also hear footsteps in the hallway (which I actually heard once) and see things walking around out of the corner of her eye.
Fast forward about 6 years. My mother ran a daycare center in the apartment for 11 years (she was a nurse by profession but she wanted to stay home with us). She took care of about 15 kids during the day and I remember every one of them not wanting to go to the bathroom by themselves during nap time (during nap time my mom turned out the lights and it was pretty dark). They would always ask mom to walk with them and stay with them in the bathroom until they were finished. My mom figured it was the spirits but she was not really sure.
She finally found out one day when one of the parents told her that her daughter saw a strange dark man lying in our bathtub. Now at the time there were no men living in our apartment and my oldest brother was only a teenager and was at school at the time, and with the history of ghosts in here we could not say she was lying.
My Godmother's Experience:
About 10 years after we moved in, the Super and the painters were scheduled to come in to paint and fix the pipes in our kitchen. My mom and us had to keep our doctors appointments so she asked our godmother if she could stay in the apartment until they came (this was in the 80's where crime in NYC was really bad and my mother was not trusting anyone with our keys). When my mother came back she found the place had not been painted nor the pipes fixed. When she called the office to find out why nothing had been done, the people at the office said that the workers told them that no one was there to let them in. My mother denied it and in her anger she hung up the phone. She called my Godmother and asked her what happened and she said, and I remember it to this day "Don't ever ask me to stay alone in your apartment again. I will do anything else for you but not that". When my mother asked what had happened she said she saw a tall dark figure of a man standing in the corner of our living room and that she got so scared she ran out.
The day after my mother walked around the house with frankincense and her bible to try and burn out whatever was here.
It worked. But only for a while.
I remember while watching my mother walking from room to room I felt a cold gust of wind fly right past me. I remember being scared and asking mom if that was the ghost and she said it probably was.
Other Experiences
We do not know who the black shadow man is but there are other spirits in the apartment and I think they are family members. My family and I do not feel threatened by them and they like to let us know they are around by swooping in and out at the corner of our eyes and scaring our cat.
The two weirdest experiences I have had with the ghost that I think are our family occurred around my fathers birthday this September. My moms step dad and uncle came to accompany us to our cousins wedding. On a weekend in mid-September I was in the kitchen washing dishes when I suddenly heard two footsteps walk past me accompanied by a sudden chill. I turned around and started to tell the ghost to let me finish doing what I was doing but then I stopped. I went on washing the dishes and said to myself "what's the sense?" with my moms step dad we were all going to my cousins wedding that day and my uncle and his father (step dad) where due to arrive. When they came I saw my uncle in the dinning area but not his father. I asked him where he was and he said he was standing in the hallway and that for some reason he would not come in. I thought this was strange because despite how my mother felt about him (we all believe he killed our grandmother, my mothers mother) he was never shunned from the apartment. I went to the hallway to see what was wrong and I found him standing by the staircase, holding onto the banister of the first floor staircase for dear life. As he was holding on he was staring at our apartment door scared to death. I asked him what was wrong and he did not answer. He just stood there staring.
He eventually came in but all the time he was there I saw that he was scared. When I told my mother about it she said he may have seen her mother or her grandmother and they may have been trying to keep him out. I have a lot of stories but they wont all fit here, so this will have to be it for now.
OUIJA BOARD,(story From Ellen)
This incident happened to my stepdaughter and I beginning at a Toys R Us.
We were starting early on our Christmas shopping and decided to make a stop at the toy store. My stepdaughter and I made our way around to the board games and she happened to come across an Ouija Board. She discussed getting one with me for a little bit and I told her she could get one but couldn't keep it at my house because I'm a little jumpy about those things. She decided that she didn't have enough money to get one this trip so we figured on picking it up next weekend. We were still discussing it and came up to a toy aisle and started to turn down the aisle and at the very end was some megablock trucks. They're a bit bigger than the metal Tonka trucks. This truck was sitting on the bottom shelf and it just suddenly fell off and started rolling towards us and I'm not talking about a few inches as if it just fell off balance. It rolled half way down the aisle to me and Katie decided we really didn't need to look there and went on.
We headed to Walmart to do a little shopping and my glove compartment just popped open and banged her on the knee. We were really getting freaked out so we just tried to explain away the reasons for those two incidences happening.
We headed home after that and my husband had to work night shift so we told him about our little Ouija board discussion and he thought we were a little goofy. He left for work and my stepdaughter and I were sitting here watching movies and she decided she wanted to get her chapstick from downstairs which is her room/our basement when she's here. She opened the door and slammed it really quick and was yelling. She swears she saw something on the top step leading to the basement so I took a look and didn't see anything.
We sat here and started watching some movies again and I heard a noise and I figured I should check it out because I knew she was going to freak out. I opened the basement door and there on my top stop was a big furry black creature of some sort with some very long claws. Well of course, me being the big scaredy cat I am I screamed, slammed the door and locked it. My husband came home a little while later because they canceled the job and we asked him to take a look for us. At first he didn't see anything either but a little bit later he heard the same noise I had earlier and opened the door to take a look and there was the creature just sitting there staring. He closed the door and went for a shovel and went back in the basement and closed the door. We heard him banging around and he came back up and said he missed it and it ran out.
That was on Saturday and its Wednesday and we haven't heard or seen it since. Were all these events signs or just freaky coincidences?
13TH STREET APARTMENT(Story From Michelle)
I have had many experiences with the paranormal throughout my life. I will tell you about the one that scared me the most.
It happened in a house that I had a lot of other bad experiences in. I've never done research on the history of the house nor do I care to. But here's one incident that scared me almost half to death!
My family moved down to Arkansas when I was about 7 yrs. old. The house we lived in when we first moved there was a bit old. I had complained to my parents several times throughout the years of how I felt there was SOMETHING in the house that was trying to harm me. They eventually got tired of it and converted the porch into two bedrooms for my brother, sister and I. My brother got his own bedroom and my sister and I had to share. Since there wasn't much room, we got bunk beds and I got the top bunk with my sister being on the bottom bunk (yes I had sibling order issues).
Anyways, a short time after the new bedrooms were made my brother got a job working 3rd Shift. He was 5 years older than me and my sister was 6 years older than me.
One day I was awoken by the sound of my name being called. I looked at the clock and it said 3a.m. I heard the voice again calling my name. It was my brother's voice coming from outside our window. He was telling me to go open the door for him. I was still half asleep and so I was like, "why don't you just open it yourself?" The voice replied, "because I forgot my keys and now I can't open the door." I made a movement to get up, but then a thought crossed my mind. My brother worked 3rd shift so he was still supposed to be at work. So I asked him "aren't you supposed to still be at work?" The voice replied, "yeah, but they let us out early. And now I can't get in because I forgot my keys. Now just come open the door for me." I was sitting up in bed at this point and then another thought crossed my mind. Wait, if he forgot his keys how'd he drive his truck home? So of course I asked my brother that question. I sat in bed waiting for a reply. It was about a minute and still nothing. So I asked the question again. Still nothing. I got mad at this point because it was really early in the morning and I wasn't in the mood for one of my brother's annoying jokes. I hopped out of the top bunk and walked to the window (which wasn't hard since its 2 steps away from the bed). I pulled back the curtains getting ready to just yell at my brother, but there was no one there! I looked to either side and didn't see him. No car in the front of the house either. Now, the time I waited for a reply would have given my brother time to run around the corner of the house towards the backyard, but not without me hearing and that doesn't explain why his car wasn't in the front! There was no way that he could have gone out through the metal gate without it screeching and started his car all without me hearing it! Suddenly, a cold chill ran up my spine and I was like, no way could that have been my brother calling my name. I quickly closed the curtains and turned around contemplating waking my sister up. It was no use, she's a heavy sleeper and wouldn't wake up if a gun went off next to her ear. So I bolted back up to my bunk and covered my face with the blanket til morning.
The next day after I got home from school, I asked my brother what time he had came home. He looked at me with that attitude look of his and said "7 in the morning like I usually do. Why?" I told him I was just curious and asked if any of his friends would have paid him a visit early this morning at around 3. He said no. At this point he had a worried look on his face. I knew if I told him then he wouldn't believe me. He would and did later on, but that's another story. The only person I told that day about this was my sister. And the next night, at exactly 3 in the morning I heard my name being called again. This time it was my sister's voice. It started off sort of slow and teasing like. It said it in that tone about 3 times. Then after a few seconds of silence it started again this time it was repeating my name fast! Sort of like when someone is excited and screaming out your name to get your attention quick. I was annoyed at this point and grabbed my pillow and was leaning over the side of the bed ready to smack my sister with it for trying to be funny and scare me. But I was frozen when I saw her still asleep with her eyes shut tight. Then I heard the voice say my name one more time this time slowly and sinister sounding. It wasn't my sister because she was right there and I was looking at her and her mouth didn't move! It was coming from outside the window! I dropped the pillow on the floor and got my butt under my covers so fast that I had a head rush. I stayed there under the covers until daylight broke through the room.
Like I said before, I've had many experiences in that house and never really had the guts to do a history on the house. I've moved since then. Far, far away from that house. I'm not sure if the present owners have any issues with it, but I sure hope they don't have kids at least. I wouldn't want a kid to go through what I went through in that house.
THE DOLL (Story by Sharon)
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 downstairs.
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.
One particular 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?
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