This was the first experience in my child hood home in Del City, Oklahoma. I was 10 and a half years old. The year of '94.
My mother and I had just moved in the house with my stepdad. Three rooms upstairs and one of them my own. I was used to having my own room so this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. My room only had a few items in it due to moving. My dresser, daybed, clothes hung in the closet and my Barbie toys and accessories. I was also a exceptionally clean child so nothing was ever out of place.
This particular night I was in my room playing with my Barbies and my mother walked in and told me it was time for bed. She always reminded me to put my toys away, although it wasn't needed. I ended up frustrated because I felt I didn't want to, so I left my toys all over the floor, knowing she would come back and be upset that I hadn't listened.
I turned the light off and closed the door and headed back to my bed. I pulled the window blinds up a bit, it helped me to fall asleep with the moonlight streaming in. I lay there for about 10 minutes when I hear a rubbing against the carpet a little ways from my bed. I sat up and look towards where the noise was coming from and I didn't see anything so I laid back down.
I few seconds later I start to hear my Barbie Jeep moving across the floor. Almost everyone knows the squeaks the wheels make. Well that's what I was hearing. Again I sat up and start trying to see if I could see it and nothing, but the noise was still going on. I start to panic a little so I lay back down and still stared at the direction the noise is coming from.
I remember thinking to myself, "Never again will I leave my toys out." I soon fell asleep, as the noise had finally stopped and all was quiet in my room.
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