Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Submitted by Deyhonn Christine Brown

My sister, my cousin Vanessa (7 years old also, Terri’s daughter) and I have always believed in the paranormal. We would always do little Ghost detective sort of cute little innocent things.

My cousin tells my sister and I that there is a “creepy” doll in her attic, in one of the moving boxes at the front of the stairs.  Well, one day, we decided to check out their attic. Now in this attic there were a bunch of old antique chests and a bunch of moving boxes. So we opened the box to take the doll out. Carefully, we removed the doll from its storage facility, but as we picked up the doll we had no idea for what we had seen. This doll had both of its eyes out and blood streaming from her eyes. We all looked at each other, confused and terrified all at the same time. Then this doll lets out this eerie, screeching, screaming sound. So we threw the doll into her dad’s office to the left, and we did what any other little child would do, we screamed bloody murder and got the hell out of there.

The next morning, we regained our strength and decided to go back up into the attic. As we opened the door (with brooms and a mop in our hand), there was that damn doll sitting on the second to last step staring straight back up at us, with its eyes back in and everything and no blood. So we slammed the door and ran into Vanessa’s room and stayed in there, and cried for the next hour, holding each other tightly.

Ever since then, I have gained the fear of all dolls.