When I was about 15 years old, I remember my sister talking about her and her friends playing with an Ouija board. She used to collect dolls and had them all over her room. One day I decided to tell her that I heard her dolls talking just to mess with her. All of a sudden she couldn’t sleep anymore, was crying, and told my dad that there was something or someone in her room. I laughed and told her that I was just messing around and that I was joking. This continued for a while, she would say that the dolls were moving around the room at night.
One night while in bed, I heard something, a sound coming from underneath my bed, the sound of one of my sisters dolls! I jumped from my bed and while still in the air managed to hit the light switch before landing. I looked under the bed and YES, there the doll was, laying there looking right at me. I yelled out to my dad who was sound asleep to get over here and get the doll out of my room. Needless to say, my dad had a priest come and bless the house. The funny thing is, years later while I was working offshore on a drilling rig a few of the guys and I were talking about ghost stories, he told me his brother had the same thing happen to him. I asked where his brother lived and he said the named the street we used to live on. I gave him the address and low and behold it was the same house, but this time it was my old room that they were having issues with, not my sisters room.
Submitted to Weird Darkness and My Haunted Life Too by Juan Guzman
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