What Scares You The Most?
What scares you the most? If you ask me that I will say dolls. Now this is a true story and well I tell it over and over again.
We had just bought our house back in Texas. I found a doll in the attic when I was like nine and well, the crazy thing was that it looked like it was psycho and it freaked me out.
I left it in my room and ran outside to play. When I came back it was gone so I figured my mom threw it out so I didn’t mind it at all.
The next day my parents went to go buy me a doorknob and lock for my door. When I got back from school they told me to try it out. And you know when you look in a door knob you see your reflection? Well I locked the door and I saw me and right beside me I saw that doll looking at me with hatred. I tried to open the door but I forgot it was locked. My parents heard me scream and ran to help me. They couldn’t because the door was locked. I was pounding on the door, but nothing.
The next thing you know I just wake up and I am running to the door and I didn’t know where I was for a second. I was pounding on the door so hard and screaming my dad’s name. I was screaming so loudly that I couldn’t hear my mom screaming my name. She calmed me down telling me that my dad went to the store and that he will be right back.
I thought that that doll had only been a dream and I was so relieved until my mom asked why were screaming yesterday in your room?
Sent in by Vanessa, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
The Evil Doll
When I was seven and my sister was five she used to share a room with me. She had this little doll, she called it Belli Motiyui.
The doll would wake me up at night. The doll would cry every single night, even if the batteries were dead. One night my sister went missing. We looked everywhere for her. Three hours later we heard her crying from the attic, it took us 34 minutes to find her in the attic. She was bleeding, but she wouldn’t tell us why, she just kept repeating, “No, Belli”. I was scared that night.
The next day I woke up and she was gone again. We couldn’t find her anywhere. I checked the attic, but she wasn’t there. When I tried to leave, the attic door shut on me locking the door tight. Then I saw her doll Belli, the dolls head was spinning around fast, like I told you there were no batteries in the doll.
We didn’t find my sister till the next day. She was in the attic, deep in the attic. She was talking to something saying, “Belli, ha-ha you’re so funny”. Then I picked her up and she screamed, “let me go! Belli help me”.
The good thing was that we moved because after that my mom found out the house was haunted by some man who died in the house at age 23. I still hear strange noises coming from there but I have not been in that house since
Sent in by Jamal Dion Austin, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Talking Stuffed Animals And The Poltergeist Upstairs
Okay, yesterday (Feb 27) I was on the phone with my half brother and our conversation ended up about paranormal experiences that have happened to us recently. He told me about when he was sitting on his bed in the dark and he was (for some reason) talking to his stuffed animals about who he liked in our class. He said that one of his stuffed animals, which was a build a bear rabbit by the name of “Floppy”, said to him in an old man’s voice to “just tell her” and he said “did you just talk to me”? and Floppy said “yes don’t you know that we can talk”? and they stopped talking.
What could have possessed them to talk? A poltergeist? Or something else?
The second story; George (my half brother) had fallen asleep on the couch downstairs and he had to get something from upstairs and the door was closed (he had left it wide open). He went back down stairs and closed the door and then went back upstairs and again the door was closed.
He had decided to open the door and wait for it to close so, he did. He went into the room when he heard walking and the door closed. The walking went toward him and he jumped on the bed and it stopped.
I am confused by this and so is he, please help. This “thing” claims to be an angel from Heaven, but I don’t believe it. Please reply why you think my half brother’s home is haunted. Thanks for reading!
Sent in by Amaya, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Ghost In My House
The night it happened I was lying in bed oblivious to what was going on in my house. As the night fell it got creepier by the moment. Dishes were falling to the ground, whispers in my ear, footsteps in the hall. And the water in my bathroom sink was running all at once. I decided to get up, face my fears and see what was happening in my very own house.
I walked gently and slowly down the stairs waited by the wall and poked my head out to see. When I did this, there in my face I saw a woman with long black hair and jagged old clothes doing the same thing on the other side of the wall. I screamed and ran for the door. Pulling and tugging at the door but nothing happened it was like someone or something was holding it closed.
I ran to the basement to get some sort of weapon but there I heard more, louder whispers. Banging on the closed door was something I fear to tell. I was running to the door of the basement but, it was locked. I was stranded in my own basement with fear and discomfort.
Again I saw the women standing in front of me, staring and coming toward me. I went black.
In the morning I woke up in my bed with three scratches down my palm to wrist. Blood stains were all over my bed and clothes. I still to this day don’t know what happened to me that night.
I’ve wanted to leave for thirteen years now, but its like the spirits are eating at my soul and leaving me with nothing but fear and doubt of life. I’ve decided now to live among them and let them take control of me. I have no strength to fight. I have no control of myself. I couldn’t leave if I tried. I’m trapped.
Sent in by Mark, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
The Haunted Lucy Doll
Hi all you paranormal freaks! Just kidding, me and my sister are here to tell you about one of our most spookiest doll incident ever!
Our best friend’s (Jenna) grandmother gave Jenna, on her thirteenth birthday, a doll that was life size and dressed in a dress with slippers down to her own jewelry! Jenna suddenly had a obsession with the doll, and would stop hanging out with us.
One day we went to her house and up to her room. It was locked, so we knocked but no reply. Then we yelled, “Jenna stop playing with that stupid doll of yours!” And she coldly replied “It’s name is Lucy and she is not stupid!”
So we pretended to walk away, but were over hearing her secretly. She said “Oh Lucy, you’re so pretty!” And then she would say in a completely different voice, “I know!”
We were really freaked out and thought she had some mental issues because dolls can’t talk, right? Then we told her dad and he sadly told us, “I know. I’m sorry girls, Jenna doesn’t like to talk alot, and suddenly stays in her room all the time!” He finally got the door to open, but Jenna was nowhere to be seen. “Jenna!” Anna screamed. “Jenna, where are you?” Then we heard talking from the closet. We opened the door and were shocked to see Jenna talking to “Lucy” and Lucy was talking back! “Ahhh!” We shrieked. We ran out of her house and never went back.
Sent in by Amy and Anna, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing