When I was young I had a doll called Abaddon, he was dressed in a blue top and nice navy blue jeans, with white trainers, he was my best friend. Not long after I talked to him, my mom would ask me again and again “who are you talking to?” I would say my doll, later that night my mom was a bit worried, she noticed I had marks on my arms. We were talking and I left Abaddon on my chair next to my bed, while I was talking.
I woke up to see Abaddon moved to the end of my bed, I picked him up and his feet were all dirty as if he could walk? When I was about 13 my mom was saying, “ever since you had that doll your not being your self.” My mom later told me that I had reddish eyes, but I said I can remember every word. But the only thing I didn’t know was how I got from my room into the kitchen with out me knowing?
When I was 17 I had my own place, I still had Abaddon as he was a family member now. When I was 20 I had a boyfriend, I was all ok for at least two weeks but after that I couldn’t remember a thing. He said I was saying stuff like, “Leave my doll and me alone,” he told me I had a reddish colour in my eyes. I was telling him it must be my doll Abaddon, I think he might be possessed. He was asking me why I called him Abaddon I said “that’s his name, I was thinking of one when I got him but he told me it was Abaddon.” I was looking up the name “Abaddon.” It said that Abaddon: Hebrew root meaning “to destroy”, same as Apollyon. I read it again It said “TO DESTROY,” I turned around to see he had gone from my bed where I put him. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to give him away so I wont have any of this going on.
I gave him to a woman who has some possessed dolls herself. I went over early when she was coming back to her haunted collection, where she let some people see them. I went in and I followed her. She was saying, “I’m opening up now until later, and I have a visitor.”
I was looking around when I felt a light touch of my hand like some one holding it. Then I looked… nothing. I went to some of the dolls some weren’t there, and some had hand prints on their cases, and some like Abaddon had been able to run around the place until morning. I saw Abaddon, I said hi and was trying to get him to know I’m leaving my old house and that I couldn’t see him so often as I would in case he missed me like I missed him. Behind I saw some letters, they were letters saying sorry to him. But why?
I asked why, she was saying you had to ask him to take a picture or he would damage your camera, like many. Some people would say that their picture was nice and clear but when they got home it was blurred, you couldn’t figure out any thing. I asked if I could and took a picture to remember him. As I went to a voice said, I’ll remember you always, there’s no need to ask me, I’m like your child.
Even though I wasn’t myself I think he did it because he didn’t like what people were saying. But how does this explain why I had a hint of reddish colour in my eyes? When I looked at Abaddon he to had a hint of reddish colour in his eyes. Some times he smiles, he shows emotions like us. Maybe it could be a Human Spirit in a doll.
This story was about my doll Abaddon, who must have been possessed, I was shocked to find out that my doll was possessed.
Written by ” Possessed by a Doll Gal”, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com