Ghost Stories

Doll Story

My cousins, two ofthem, lived about an half hour away from my old house. We wouldvisit them frequently when we were small. My cousins, two girls,shared a room and they had a bunk bed. One night when my brotherand I slept over their house something occurred that I don't haveany explaination for, up to today. My brother slept with myyoungest cousin while I shared the top bunk with my other cousin.(we were kids, and the bunks were big enough to hold 2 small kidscomfortably)

Suddenly, I wokeup, my eyes just opened, none of those stretching and slowlycoming awake crap. It was early morning, between the time wherenight ends and dawn begins...when the light is bluish. Palebluish light filling the room, you know what I mean? Well, I satup in bed, (remember we were in the top bunk) the room had thateerie look, due to the blue light and the perspective from thetop bunk. At the foot of the bunk beds, there was a dresser witha huge mirror on it. There are few things on this dresser, littlegirl things, dolls, jewelry boxes, and so on.

I was fully awake,and knew it. I looked over at my cousin at my side, she wassleeping. I looked outside the window, which was at my other sideof the bed...it was starting to get lighter. Then, I looked atthe dresser. On the dresser, in the center, there is a huge doll,those old fashioned kinds, with full, ugly pastel colored dress,bonnet on its head, glass eyes that opens when it's upright andcloses when you lie it down, those type of dolls. This doll waslooking right at me. I didn't notice anything unusual until itstarted to move slowly. It moved its head and looked out the doorinto the hallway, and blinked its eyes. Then, it slowly turnedits head back towards me. I sat there, in terror. I started totremble. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. The dollblinked at me again. I was suddenly filled with horror...I can'texplain it...I was so uncontrollably terrified. I wanted toscream, but couldn't. I kept staring at this doll. It moved itsarms up a bit, it was those type that was jointed, like a barbiedoll's arms. It repeated the process of turning its head towardsthe door and back to me.

While staring atthe doll, I reached over and tried to shake my cousin awake...shewouldn't awake...(she is a deep sleeper.) I don't really rememberwhat I did next, horror probably blocked out some of it. The nextthing I remember, I was in my Aunt's bedroom, screaming for herto wake up. She woke up, and asked me what was wrong. Myscreaming had woke up the kids, and they came into her bedroom. Itold them what happened. All of us walked back to the kids'bedroom. I was so scared to point out the doll. But I managed todo so. My Aunt went over to the doll, and checked it out, andstated that I must have been dreaming. The only person thatbelieves me is my cousin that I was sharing the bunk with. Shetold me that a few things have happened in that house, such ashearing steps pound up the stairs, and nobody appearing.

From that day, Iwould never, never go into my cousins' bedroom by myself. Thankgod they have moved, and we moved, so I don't have to worry aboutthat anymore.