Barbie Legs (help)

This is but one of countless experiences of which I've bore witness. Being a Wiccan Initiate, it is vital that I keep the psychic door propped wide open (not that I could close it anyway). Being in the Four Corners area (New Mexico), paranormal occurrences are not so paranormal. But this is a strange entity with habits I haven't yet encountered. I smudged with white sage, FILLED the house with smoke, and did the usual ritual. Accompanied with music. It didn't seem to help.

My fiance and I moved into a new house about a month ago. We were told that the tenants who lived there before us were dangerous, broken people. We were warned we needed to change the locks because the man gave out keys to his "friends", as well as the fact that he may try to come back. Basically, this house was a drug den from what I understand. It was further proven to us when they drove up behind our house (which is only a dirt road with an open field used for police and factory workers) and parked their truck there. I don't know the amount of time that they were there. My fiance noticed the man in the field next to our fence as we were leaving one day and went outside to confront them. (I did see him, but I didn't talk to him) The man claimed that he was collecting his two young daughter's barbies that were out there behind the fence. He was very obviously high on amphetamines. After a short verbal altercation between them, the man got into his truck and drove off.

But the activity itself started on the first day. Out of the corner of my eye as I went to sit on the couch with fiance, I saw a dog. A dark colored, medium dog. I remember it had a docked tail and stood on long legs. Wasn't there when I looked. Fiance said he saw nothing. Then, later, I was painting the cabinets in the kitchen when I heard a dog's whimper from the living room. I ignored it as normal for a moment before I realized that I didn't have a dog and I crawled down from the step stool. I went into the living room to investigate and as soon as I entered, I heard my cat, Ava, making a deep yowling sound from one of the back rooms. The sound she makes when she's about to vomit.

(Said room had an entity in the closet, which left through me as a burst of cold air when I opened the door as I was smudging. The door to enter that room would open by itself constantly, until I asked verbally for it to stay closed. Sometimes when I enter the room, the sweet smell of candy can be STRONGLY detected. This was the girl's room.)

When I heard her yowl, I started going back there, only to be interrupted by a crash in the kitchen. I back tracked. I saw that the screen that was stood up against the wall had hit the tile floor. On my way to see about the crashing sound, I noticed that Ava was sitting with her paws tucked under her on the chair by the window in the kitchen. She couldn't have ran passed me. This all happened in rapid succession. I was forced to dismiss it as I had no idea what to do.

Then I had a dream. I will swear to this day that, if I wasn't in a strange dimension in that dream, an entity was at the very least was controlling it. The dream started with myself, wandering through the house. I don't remember why or what I was doing, but I remember that I was afraid. I went to open the door to go into the girl's former room, which I despise, and I found that there was a clutter of objects in there. Various things, cardboard boxes, papers, magazines, etcetera. But nothing that I personally had. Curiously, I saw Chaos perched on a stack of papers in the middle of the room. Chaos, my old female tortoiseshell cat that ran away when I was thirteen, meowed at me.

I felt somebody pinch my shirt and draw it away from my flesh. Through the collar, whoever it was slid a barbie's severed legs into the back of the shirt and let go. I didn't need to take the legs out to know what they were, in fact I didn't even need to feel them against my flesh to know what the entity was putting in my shirt. But I felt like I was in danger and I'd be leaving myself open to an attack if I distracted myself by attempting to get the legs out. So I backed out of the room and into the hallway before removing them and as I turned to go into the living room instead, I saw myself. I was sitting in the recliner that I have there with my arms on both of the arm rests. I felt a panic rise up in my chest, a jittery panic that forced me to walk forward and toward myself. As I approached, I realized that my face was blurry. I couldn't make out any facial features, but I was wearing an outfit I used to wear quite a bit that I don't think I've ever worn in this house before. I started to talk in a high, strained, panicked tone; I don't remember what I was saying. The doppelganger on the recliner turned her blurry face to me, as if listening, before she slowly started to turn her head toward the window. Then, suddenly, I was awake. I immediately started to cry after the dream, I was terrified.

Then, last night. My fiance and I had gone to bed. It was 6:30 in the morning, when apparently my fiance was awoken by a loud noise in the living room. He said it sounded like one of the cats was choking, as they do when they're vomiting. He launched himself out of bed and began to check out the entire house when he found no cat in the living room. Neither of the cats were vomiting or had vomited. Anywhere. So he went to the bathroom. I awoke by myself after he had entered the bathroom. I was hearing noises, which I was dismissing as my fiance. Looking back, I don't know what I was thinking. The noises sounded like crying. A cry that didn't have the vibration or the tone, but seemed to sound a little like something choking. Distorted.

I was deciding to truly ignore it and turn over in bed to go back to sleep when I heard it. The cry became crystal. It was like that moment when you put headphones on that are already playing something and it becomes clear as you put them on. It was a little girl's crying, a very young girl. I'd say about four. MAYBE five. It was either in the very corner of the room or right outside the window. My eyes snapped open and I sat up abruptly, at which point the crying stopped. All noises stopped as I sat there, listening. Then I hear fiance coming out of the bathroom and into our room. I turned to him and I asked him,

"Are you hearing this?"

"What did you hear?"

"It sounded like a little girl crying."

"No, but something really loud woke me up."

I got up and went over to the laptop, which was supposed to be playing Netflix. The episode had paused. There was no "Are you still watching?" prompt or whatever it says, just paused. I resumed the show and I closed our bedroom door, which we usually leave open. Afterward, we laid down to go back to sleep, and we both heard the cries underneath the audio once more. It seemed to be in the room with us this time. I laid awake for an hour afterward, too afraid to sleep, and definitely too afraid to dream. He laid awake as well; he's still very disturbed at the entire concept of whatever is happening here (same). He's still a skeptic though, somehow.

Help? What do I do at this point? I'm almost too afraid to be here by myself and my fiance works the swing shift. (2:30 PM-12 AM)