I got a doll at the age of 6, it was from a garage sale. I didn't know who it belonged to or anything. I only knew that I loved it from the first time I got it. I always carried it everywhere with me. One day, I wished it would come to life and be my friend for real. That doll was like my only possession, I always had her with me and I never let go of her.
That night I fell asleep wishing that and the next day when I woke up I noticed that my doll wasn't beside me anymore, usually I would sleep beside it every night. I thought it was my mom or dad that put it away or something, so I looked for her and found her in my toy box. I then went on to play with her and since it was only the morning and I was still tired, I went into bed and laid her beside me. I covered myself with a cover and covered her with the same one, I pulled her close and then I closed my eyes. I felt something touching my leg and moving up and down as if it was rubbing it. I looked at my doll and her head was turned to me. Of course, that was because I left her that way. So I still felt something touching me and I pulled my covers off and screamed. MY DOLL'S LEG WAS MOVING ON MINE! I screamed at the top of my lungs and my parents both woke up and rushed to my room.
I told them what happened and they never believed me. You probably won't but I know what I experienced and I'll never forget it. I still have the doll in a box somewhere. I keep it as a memory.
:) I hope you enjoyed reading.
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