My True Paranormal Experiences: My Haunted Doll Stories (AKA Why I Hate Dolls) · 12:16am Sep 21st, 2018
My True Paranormal Experiences: My Haunted Doll Stories (AKA Why I Hate Dolls)
This is a collection of stories about the haunted dolls I have encountered over the years. Some of my encounters with them were more intense than others but they all worked together to give me a general dislike of haunted dolls or haunted objects in general.
The first time I had an encounter with a haunted doll was when my aunt brought me back a present from one of her business trips to Russia. The gift she brought me was a porcelain doll that looked exactly like me. It had blue eyes, long blond hair, and a milky white complexion. And according to my aunt, it was not custom made. She had just found it that way in some obscure Russian marketplace, which adds to the creepy factor. I never liked dolls. I grew up playing with transformers and other guy toys like cars, Legos, and the like, but I kept the doll out of respect for my aunt. There was a lot of weird stuff that happened with this particular doll. It would cry, scream, mummer to itself, whisper inaudible things, throw toys it was sat next to off of the shelf, move on its own (it would often change position, move its arms and legs, and so on), and it would come into my dreams and give me nightmares.
In almost all of the dreams I had with this doll, it either tried to strangle me, stab me with a knife, or smoother me with my blankets. Whenever I would wake up from the nightmares, the doll would be lying in the bed, right next to me, head turned to face me. I never went to bed with that doll and my family knew that I hated it, so they would have never placed it there when I was sleeping. Eventually, after dealing with this doll for three or four years, I finally had had enough. I blessed the doll and threw it away in the garbage. I would have burned it if we had a fireplace. That thing was pure evil.
Another doll story I have is that one time me and my friend were in this old antique shop and we found ourselves in this room filled with antique dolls. I am afraid of dolls, but I tried to play it cool because I didn't want to look like a wimp in front of my friend (I'm kind of macho like that). Anyway, as we walked through the room, I noticed that the eyes of the dolls were following us. I thought that maybe I was imagining things, but then my friend told me that she had thought she had seen the dolls eyes moving to look at us as we walked across the room. We both kind of tried to shake it off as a coincidence, like maybe the dolls were the type that had blinking eyes and the pressure in the room was causing the eyes to go funny. But then my friend lets out a yell. And we both notice that a few of the dolls on the shelves have just straight up disappeared even though they were there a few seconds ago. My friend has had enough of this at that point, and we both bolt out of the room, and wouldn't you know it, on the way out are the dolls that had disappeared laying in the entrance facing TOWARD us as if to say, oh no, you can't leave from THIS room. And I was all like, "Oh heck no," and I jumped over the dolls and my friend followed my lead and we RAN out of that antique shop, never even once pausing to look back.
When I was growing up, my step grandmother collected dolls. Her entire house was filled with every type of doll you can think of from Barbies to the life sized dolls to the cheap plastic dolls to the really expensive, limited edition series. They were everywhere, always staring at you. I always used to hate spending the night at her house. Not just because of the fact that the dolls were everywhere, but also because I could swear that I'd hear them murmuring to each other in the dark.
A few times I was pretty sure I saw them walking around in the middle of the night too. I knew I wasn't dreaming because my sister saw the same thing. I don't care if the dolls were friendly or what. I just never enjoyed being in that house.
This is just a few of a whole bunch of creepy doll encounters I have had.
Needless to say, I really don't enjoy dolls.
u really had alot of paranormal things happened 2 u Lyra
4941272 I have indeed. That is why I am making this a sort of blog series. I want to write down as many paranormal experiences as I can remember.
lol, did all those things really happened?
4941277 Yep. They all really happened.
C-H-U-C-K-Y Don't you come out and play?
4941280 I don't want to play.
I already told you about that Raggedy Anne doll my kids encountered, but there's one other story about another doll.
My grandmother had passed away, and my uncle and I were going through her things. I found an intricate plastic doll among her belongings. It was very beautiful, but I don't like dolls either. Something compelled me to take it with me, and all along the drive home, everything was fine. Then, once I got home, I looked at the doll and realized I didn't want it in my house. I kept it in my car for months, always having it out where I could see it. Finally, I sold the car and left the doll inside. I hope whomever got it doesn't have the same experience.
My question is: why you? You, of all ponies? (I'll just assume you're a pony; nopony on the internet knows you're a pony in real life.)
Are you sure you haven't been to Narnia before? Or visited by Freddy Kreuger and Princess Luna at the same time?
4941343 I understand where you are coming from. I have also encountered a lot of haunted dolls/ objects over the years. When I do, I usually bless them/ bind the negative energy and either destroy them or throw them away.
On the other hand, I've also encountered a lot of blessed items with good energy. So I try to focus on the good things/ experiences rather than the negative ones.
That being said, I do think it is important to talk about these topics with other people so they know they aren't the only ones who have experienced these kinds of things.
4941398 I don't think I am special or anything. I think everyone can see/ experience the same things, just as long as they believe they can.