The Porcelain Doll

This story takes place in Cincinnati Ohio. In the same house as my last story (Haunted by a demonic Doberman). If you read that story, then you know the house that was across the street from mine had a lot of strange activity. First with the Father that hanged himself and supposedly his own Doberman pinchers. (which I feel I may have been visited by one of the dogs.) Then maybe 25-30 years later, The son murders his own mother with a hammer and dumps her body in the backyard well, where the body stayed for nearly a year before it was found.

So I was 15 years old at the time that murder happened across the street from us. So as months past the house was boarded up and condemned. There was something very spooky looking about this house and when my friends and I would walk by it at night we would all stop and stare at the windows because we could swear we seen lights in the top window. Almost like dim candlelight. So one summer night my friends and I decided we were going to see if we could sneak into this house. There was maybe 4 of us I think. So we go into the back yard and see cellar doors. We argued a minute about who was going in first, then we opened the doors and walked in the pitch black house. It smelled horrible! Like something rotten. We walked upstairs but could hardly see anything. I saw a porcelain doll lying on the ground and grabbed it. This place just didn't feel right, I felt as if someone knew we were there. Then all of a sudden my friend starts screaming and runs to get out of the house. So then we all panicked and ran out screaming. She told us she thought she heard a woman moaning and felt something grab her. As we were leaving, I stopped and pulled a small chip of wood off the house and we went back to my house.

We all went down to my garage and try to perform a seance with the items I collected from the house. (I know that was stupid but we were dumb kids trying to have "fun".) We try to make contact with the spirits that had lived in that house. I don't remember anything out of the ordinary happening that night. We might not have really payed enough attention. Before we left the garage I hid the doll and woodchip in a corner of the garage and covered it up so my grandmother wouldn't find it.

So a few days past and my sister and I decided to go check out the doll. We went down into the garage and seen that all my late grandfather's toolboxes and tackle boxes had been moved and were all wide opened, and the doll was sitting in the middle of the floor (not where I had put her) Me and my sister grabbed each other and said "Oh My GOD!" I then kicked the doll and it flew towards the back of the garage, closed my grandpa's toolboxes and we darted out of there!

It took us about a week or so to get up enough courage to go back down there again and check it out. We opened the garage door and seen the exact same thing. The toolboxes were open again and the doll, in the middle of the room. This time I found an old box and put the doll in it and shoved it underneath a shelf case. My mom, sister and I ended up moving out of my grandmother's house shortly after this incident (planned on it before the incident.)

So about 10 years later my grandmother passed on and my mom comes to my house with a box and says "I got this from your grandma's house do you want it? I opened it and it was that freaky porcelain doll! I said heck no please get that thing out of my house! I couldn't believe it. But I think about that doll and just wonder what it was doing or what had possessed it or manipulated it to move like that? I don't know what do you all think?