Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Well first of all I better tell you a little bit about myself. I was given an old doll from my great granddad who owns an antique shop. He gave it to me thinking it was really special and he knew I like collecting dolls. I put the doll with the rest of my collection up on a white wooden table.

Late at night I started to hear quiet giggles coming from around the cupboard. I just thought it was my imagination so I just hid my head under my blanket and went back to sleep. That morning all my dolls had been knocked to the floor, all except the doll I was given from my granddad. I was getting really worried and was getting a little bit scared of the doll and the room.

That night I decided to sleep with my mum because I was really scared that the same thing might happen again, and it did. I heard the same laugh but louder. I walked into the room and saw the doll sitting there with again all the other dolls helplessly on the ground. Then I started saying stuff to the doll hoping it would hear me. I said things like, “please don’t hurt me” and “please leave me alone” this is where the most haunting part starts.

The doll moved its eyes. I knew it did because its eyes literally moved. I was so freaked out I grabbed my comb and threw it straight at the doll and ran as fast as I could out of the room screaming. We rang someone who could see what was wrong with the doll and had experience with demons and such. She said that there was something definitely wrong with the doll and she said, “trust me.” She asked me to get a knife out. When I gave it to her she cut the back of the doll and dug around and found a picture of a young girl. She said that the picture was possessed and the girl was haunting the doll. I looked closely at the girls eyes then at the dolls they were exactly the same.

After that experience I never collected dolls again. I told my great granddad what happened and he was really sorry but I said thank you because over the many years I always wanted to have an experience like this and now I feel like it was a once in a life time opportunity. Now I do sleep in my room, not scared that the doll will come back.

A few years later we were finally moving out of the house. When I moved the wooden table that the doll was on I found writing on the wall behind it saying, “save us, save us.” I knew that was my old dolls and I started to get scared but we finally moved out so I didn’t really worry about it anymore. Then my mum got a call from the hospital saying my great granddad had moved on. I still think about him but if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t of had that experience… Thank You Granddad!

This story is true and I thank my granddad if you can hear me!

Written by Sariah Caccioppoli, Copyright 2009