Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My great aunt had a large collection of dolls and just before she died she told my mother that my sister should be allowed to choose any dolls she wanted. So I had the uneasy job of guiding my five year old sister to the large room where she kept them.

While she took her time, looking at every glass case in particular, I started reading a magazine I had brought with me. She suddenly tugged on my hand and said that she’d like the doll in the lilac dress. It was creepy because it had it’s head on at an angle and one eye looked in the opposite direction to the other and the fingers had little sharp glass nails.

“That doll scares me.” I told her. “Are you sure you want that one?”

She was very insistent and carried the doll with her in a large paper bag. She played with it for a while and on many occasions I saw her move her arms and every time I looked at her she seemed to be staring at me. I hated the doll my sister called ‘Sparkle’. There wasn’t anything sparkling about her. I told her again and again “That doll scares me”.

I had nightmare a few weeks later that my sister was being killed by a doll being stabbed repeatedly with the long glass nails I woke up terrified and turned over, the doll on the carpet in front of me and the words “Do I scare you now” Written on my arm in felt tip. Not even my parents were able to explain it, as Sparkle always lived on a shelf way out of my sisters reach. My sister decided that she didn’t want the doll anymore and we sold it for a large sum although advertising it as ‘slight supernatural tendencies’.

Written by Georgia Almkvist, Copyright 2009