Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hi, I feel the need to share this story with someone. I have told my parents this before but they never believed me. I was 7 when this whole thing started. I was born in a small town in Illinois and my mother took me and my older sister out of state to Arizona when I was seven. My sister was 11, she trusts what I am telling is true because she is Wiccan and is in to all the supernatural stuff.

Ok so when we first moved to Arizona into this small house with my mom and her boyfriend who has two older sons who are both older than me and my sister. I am the baby in the family. My step dada Thomas had made a room in his house just for my sister and I. It was small but we each had our own beds. He filled the room with dolls and babies and stuffed animals. But one picture on the wall was right above my bed and it creeped me out. It was a picture of an old woman and what looked like a doll. The doll was so pretty and her dress was a deep color of purple. The old lady on the other hand was creepy she had eyes that seemed to look into your soul.

The first few weeks the picture kept reoccurring in my dreams. Not bad dreams but not good ones either. The dreams were always the same, the old lady would be sitting on the end of my bed holding the doll. Calling it her pretty lady. The old lady acted like I wasn’t there. At the end of the dream I would try to get off the bed and run to my sister’s bed but she would always see me and pounce on me and I would wake up.

I begged my mom to take the picture off the wall but she said I was over reacting and I should stop lying. This dream went on for at least four months and finally I got mad at the old lady and in my dream that night it started out the same but when I tried to move and she say me I yelled at her to just leave me alone and she kind of froze and looked at me. The doll in her hands. She just stared for the longest time and finally I told her I was sorry for yelling and told her that the doll was so pretty. The lady smiled and told me the dolls name was Karen. She told me Karen missed having a little girl to play with. The old lady told me if I wanted she would give me Karen if I promised to take good care of her and do what she told me. I wanted that doll so bad. So I said yes.

And then the old lady told my to dig a hole under the old oak tree in the back yard and see what I found. I woke up to my mom shaking me telling me I was screaming in my sleep. That morning I went out back with my tiny shovel and started to dig. It seemed like I was digging for hours and when I was about to give up I hit something hard under my shovel. It was a metal box with the name Emily on it. I ran inside and brought it to John my oldest step brother. He was just as excited as I was and asked me how I knew there was a box under the tree. The old lady from my dream I told him with a smile and he froze. “Open it, open it!” I yelled at him.

He got a hammer and broke the lock off of it. Inside the box was Karen and a gold locket of which I put around my neck it was heavy and Karen was dusty but still in great shape. I ran to my room with my new found treasures. “Look Emily. Look” I told the painting showing the doll to the woman in the picture. It was almost as if the old lady smiled at me and winked. I became obsessed with the doll. I took her everywhere. She talked to me sometimes telling me how good of a friend I was. We went to the park one day and played on the swings. A boy a little bit older than me came up and grabbed Karen and ran away with him. He had gotten about half way across the yard when he tripped and fell forward right into the metal tether-ball pole splitting his skull right down the middle. He was rushed off to the hospital and given 39 staples and was in a coma. Karen told me she made him run into the pole because he had pulled my hair before. When she told me this I got scared. “I don’t think that was very nice Karen” I told her setting her down on the bed. “Oh he deserved it now take me back to the park I want to swing some more it makes me feel like I am flying.” It was almost time for dinner and I wasn’t allowed out side after dark. She begged me and told me she would tell Emily I wasn’t being nice to her if I didn’t so I told her we would go after everyone else was asleep.

Later after every one was in bed and I heard Thomas snoring I knew everyone was asleep it was almost 2 o’clock in the morning when I snuck out the bathroom window and made my way to the park. I pushed her on the swings and we slid down the slide together. We did every thing she wanted to do. We stayed at the park for hours it seemed. When the sun started to come up we headed home and went to bed. This same routine went on for about a month and my mom thought I was sick because I slept all day. Every time I tried to tell my mom about Karen I got into trouble with Emily, she would visit me in my dreams and yell at me telling me that she would punish me if I told my mom again and each time Karen wouldn’t let me leave the park and risk me getting caught.

School started and Karen wanted me to take her with me but the teacher told me I had to keep Karen in my locker but Karen didn’t like my locker she wanted to see people so I went to school and took her to class with me and got detention every day. My mom was so mad at me and my sister wanted me to stop being stupid and get rid of the doll. But I just couldn’t do that she was my only friend and I was afraid of what Emily would do to me if I got rid of Karen. Finally my mom was so mad she threw Karen in our fire place and burned her to ashes right in front of me. I screamed and slept with my mom for the next three weeks but I never saw Emily or Karen in my dreams again.

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