Post by Zab Jade on Oct 1, 2018 6:12:23 GMT -8
This is a story from my childhood that really happened. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, though I’m fairly certain it was somewhere between eight and ten.
Anyway, I was visiting my grandma, and one of my cousins, Emilie, was there. She’s about six months older than me. We were playing in what was called the Toy Room, which is where the youngest of the grandchildren (myself, Emilie, and Kristen) would sleep. Several members of the family had felt something dark and nasty lurking in the closest, not because it’s a closet, but because it’s right next to a staircase and over a part of the garage that were really creepy.
Being kids and thus not too bright sometimes, Emilie and I decided to give the thing in the closet permission to scare us. We were laying in the bed under a sheet with enough light so we could clearly see each other and Emilie’s doll, which was between us. It was one of those dolls with the big, round blue eyes that close when the doll is laying down.
Shortly after we’d given the thing in the closet permission to scare us, the atmosphere in the room got tense and heavy. Emilie looked at each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement between us and looked down at the doll. The eyes had opened, and they were no longer round and blue. They had the distinct shape of human eyes and were now brown. That would have been freaky enough, but then, the eyes moved, the irises shifting as it looked first at me, then at Emilie. We looked at each other, terrified.
“Did you see?” I asked. “The eyes….”
“They moved,” she finished in a whisper.
Then she grabbed her doll, threw back the sheet, and flung it across the room before diving back under the sheet. We huddled together and sang Amazing Grace (as we always did when the room got to be too much for us) until we felt safe enough to get to the door and out into the main part of the house.
Anyway, I was visiting my grandma, and one of my cousins, Emilie, was there. She’s about six months older than me. We were playing in what was called the Toy Room, which is where the youngest of the grandchildren (myself, Emilie, and Kristen) would sleep. Several members of the family had felt something dark and nasty lurking in the closest, not because it’s a closet, but because it’s right next to a staircase and over a part of the garage that were really creepy.
Being kids and thus not too bright sometimes, Emilie and I decided to give the thing in the closet permission to scare us. We were laying in the bed under a sheet with enough light so we could clearly see each other and Emilie’s doll, which was between us. It was one of those dolls with the big, round blue eyes that close when the doll is laying down.
Shortly after we’d given the thing in the closet permission to scare us, the atmosphere in the room got tense and heavy. Emilie looked at each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement between us and looked down at the doll. The eyes had opened, and they were no longer round and blue. They had the distinct shape of human eyes and were now brown. That would have been freaky enough, but then, the eyes moved, the irises shifting as it looked first at me, then at Emilie. We looked at each other, terrified.
“Did you see?” I asked. “The eyes….”
“They moved,” she finished in a whisper.
Then she grabbed her doll, threw back the sheet, and flung it across the room before diving back under the sheet. We huddled together and sang Amazing Grace (as we always did when the room got to be too much for us) until we felt safe enough to get to the door and out into the main part of the house.