By Cerberus.Kalyna 2012-01-12 07:08:00
This will wake you up, catnip:
I don't usually tell this story all too often; mostly because it makes me sound insane. But I figure, hey, at least you guys might enjoy it.
At the age of 12, my family was temporarily staying at this apartment for a few months until we would move across state. The place we were staying at was a nice little apartment, but the neighborhood itself was not the nicest in the world. I mean, we lived two houses down from a *** house. (Side note: prostitutes sometimes give candy.)
When I was moving into my room, I found this huge *** doll in my closet. It was about 4 foot doll, almost glass or pottery type looking skin and long hair that felt real to the touch. The glass eyes were a vibrant shade of violet which made the doll feel "different" from any I had seen before. Although I'd never have admit it at that age, (especially since I am a boy) I kind of liked the doll so I kept it hidden in the closet.
Fast forward a couple of weeks, It was getting dark and my mom wasn't home. My brother, who was supposed to be home at the time, had misheard and thought I would be gone that night myself so I was alone.
I was watching TV when I heard the front door jiggling. It stopped for a few seconds, than continued again. I slowly got up from the chair, creeping towards the door in hopes of looking through the peep-hole when I heard a loud bang. I jumped back, startled and backed away as another loud bang rang throughout my apartment. It suddenly dawned on my that whoever it was was trying to break down the door. I panicked, fear overwhelming me, and ran to my room. I took a nose dive under my bed and began to silently cry.
I kept hearing the banging sounds from the front door. It felt like hours until, in a brief moment of clarity, I thought to call the police. I was about to crawl out from under the bed when I heard the door crash open. I crawled as far as I could under the bed again, trying to be as silent as possible. I heard someone walking inside and close the door. In my mind, I knew I would die as soon as he found me. I felt burning tears flowing freely from my cheeks and I started to silently say goodbye to my family.
The closet door opening startled me out of my fear. My eyes focused on the door and slowly I saw the doll walk out of the closet. It stopped a few feet from the closet door, extending it's limbs and flexing it's fingers as if testing them out for the first time. It's eyes rotated towards my directions and I stopped breathing for half a heartbeat when I realized her eyes were faintly illuminated like a dim candle in the dark.
"Stay." She said kindly but with a hint of authority. I watched her walking out of my room, her motions becoming smoother the more she moved. I saw her walk down the hallway and out of my vision.
I heard loud footsteps coming towards my room and stopped abruptly in the hallway. There was a few second pause before I heard the intruder speak.
"Da ***?" He said bewildered.
I heard giggling. Her voice itself was almost soothing, but the way she did it contained no warmth. It was almost sarcastic.
"Evil man...evil man doing evil thing!" She said slowly. "Kill me... kill me. I'll meet you in the abyss!" She sang.
I heard nothing for a long while. I didn't move a muscle. Finally, I heard a few steps coming closer again before the doll spoke.
"Let's die! Die! Die! Die! Let's go where the spirits ro-ohhhh-am."
Silence again. Literally, I waited close to a minute just hearing the intruder breathing. Slowly, I heard him back away. The footsteps grew more distant as he walked away from my room, open the door and gently shut the door behind him as he left.
I don't know how long I stayed under the bed. I was shocked that I was still alive. I wasn't afraid anymore; just numb. I crawled out from under the bed and made it to the hallway, where the doll was laying on the ground as if someone had tossed her. I stared silently at her, not really feeling anything. She didn't move, but I heard the distinct sound of her saying "shhhhhhh" to me before remaining silent again.
When my mom came home, she was horrified of course at the busted door. I lied, and said I had woken up when I heard the man break open the door and leave. I didn't want to tell her about the doll; even at my age I knew I'd sound insane if I tried. I put her back in the closet delicately and remember going to sleep rather calm all things considered.
I have more stories concerning her, which I'll tell later but that is the first time I interacted with her. Little did I know how much she'd change my life.
(Taken from Reddit)
