“I feel like I’m haunted by a little boy. It’s really weird, it seems to have followed me through childhood, into adulthood.
The first time I remember anything unusual (besides general noises, feelings of being watched, giggling) was when I was about 9. I had a bunch of stuffed animals that I kept in this little nook above my bed One day when I woke up, I was heading out of my room and I noticed one of them on the floor in my doorway. I didn’t think anything of it, just picked it up and put it away.
The next day the same thing happened. Then every day for a week the same stuffed animal was sitting in my doorway. After the week ended it never happened again, but I was now weirded out.
My dad’s cousin used to always buy me these porcelain dolls–I was pretty indifferent to them since I was more of a tomboy–but they were still set up in my room to make them happy when they came to visit. One night I had this terrible dream that they were whispering about me, and that the older ones were jealous of the new addition. I woke up and quickly flicked on my light, only to see them sitting on my floor in a circle. I freaked out and told my dad I didn’t want my brothers playing tricks on me, he told me they couldn’t be, they were at their mother’s house.
I got rid of all my dolls after that, but my mother kept one that was hers. It had this white/ blonde hair and ice blue eyes. We moved to a new place and she kept it in the kitchen, down the hall from my room. I’d had this fear that it was alive for some reason. I started shutting my door at night for fear it would get me (I had watched The Puppet Master and I now was even more scared of dolls).
One morning I woke up and it was literally staring at me from the desk across from my bed. The thing was, it’s eyes were now this pink/ red colour. I freaked out and told my mother to get rid of the doll. She said its eyes were just sun damaged, but she didn’t know how it got in my room.
I’ve had lots of experiences waking up and feeling like something was watching me. I’ve also heard giggling and whispers. But recently I moved in with my boyfriend, and I actually saw the figure for the first time.
We were laying in bed, watching Netflix and I paused it to go pee. When I opened the door it was like this little boy was running down the hall to the bathroom–he slowed down when I opened the door, looked at me and smiled as he kept walking into the bathroom. I felt this chill go down my back and I just closed the door and sat back down on the bed.
It was so real, he was transparent but I could tell he had blond hair and brown eyes. He had on a blue shirt and a really old-fashioned hat. I don’t know if it’s been him all these years, or if it was more then one ghost or not. He looked a little shocked that I could see him when I opened the door, but not threatened.”