Lucy The Doll

As a young child, I always enjoyed playing with my dollies as many young girls do. Now the age of 16, I wish I could have found out more about my experience and maybe some explanations as to why it happened to me.

I don't remember much from when I was in my primary school years, but this was certainly one that I remember as if it were yesterday.

There was a jumble sale that took place in the hall of my primary around the year 2007 (I was about 8 at the time). There were many unwanted toys that had been brought in by children's parents and the children themselves, none of which seemed to catch my eye. I was never a lover of shiny, new-looking toys which is what the majority of them were.

After a good rummage through the piles of items, I eventually stumbled across a ragged looking doll. The doll itself wasn't porcelain or made from any kind of plastic material but instead it was a soft, crochet doll that looked fairly mistreated and had a lot of the stitches torn from its mouth and dress.

I was thrilled at the fact I had another doll to add to my collection and I had no suspicions of the doll at this time as being particularly strange or abnormal (undoubtedly because of my naivety at the age that I was).

When I got home that afternoon, I placed the doll on my bed and for the first couple weeks or so nothing out of the ordinary happened.

As I began to collect more and more toys, I gradually started to remove certain toys that had been on my bed for some time and although Lucy (the doll) was my favourite at this time, I had to move her to a large wooden box that I kept a lot of my other stuffed toys in.

That night, I settled down with a Disney video and was beginning to drift to sleep when I noticed something was poking out from the top of my toy box that was just to the right of my bed. It was Lucy. It seemed to stand on both its legs, arms side by side with an unusual facial expression that was unoriginal to the doll, almost like it was smirking.

I did not feel threatened by the doll and I continued to stare at the doll for a few seconds until, unexpectedly, the doll seemed to physically jump from one side of the box to the other. I rushed to the box, only to find Lucy, laid flat at the top of the pile and motionless.

Since then, I have now moved in with my grandma and have no current recollection of the dolls whereabouts, but I suspect it may still be somewhere within my mum's house.

I would be interested in hearing what you guys think. Although the story is nothing too crazy, I still count this as a paranormal experience and would like to hear your opinions.

More description (about Lucy):

Crochet doll; blue dress with pink roses; blonde hair; turns inside out into another doll with an orange dress and brown hair; simple facial features (no nose).