Welcome to Heart-Throbbing Thursday when I share creepy stories that actually happened to me or the gems that I create in my head. Tonight, I will share an actual experience during my childhood that will give you chills and make your heart-throb.
I was about 9 or 10 years old when I received this brown hair pale-faced porcelain doll. It was at church, when this doll came to live with me. A lady who thought kindly of me gifted me this porcelain creepy doll being the respectful Christian girl that I was, I quietly thanked her and went about my holy day. When my family and I finally arrived home for the day it was still daytime and the doll didn’t look as scary as I initially thought. As the day slowly went into the evening, it was mandatory to get ready for bed to prepare for Monday morning. The doll, that was placed on my sister’s and I dresser when we arrived home, was carefully placed by the foot of my bed on the bookshelf safely hiding her creepy glass eyes. I climbed into bed anticipating a restful sleep. All tucked in I used to put my feet out at the edge of the bed to better sleep. It wasn’t until the middle of the night when I started to feel strange, I sluggishly got up and went to the bathroom came back and positioned myself to sleep the same way I always have, as I was about to enter the REM sleep cycle I felt a slight tug on my foot, I quickly jolted out of my blankets. Confused, I thought it could have been my sister but she was sleeping on the opposite wall. Trying to take deep breaths to calm myself down, I decided I was just imagining things and decided to position myself back in my comfortable spot. It couldn’t have been 5 minutes later my feet were jerked to the foot of my bed. Frightened, I clammed up and curled into a ball, tightened the blankets over my head and patiently waited to fall asleep. Morning came, and I carefully looked over the foot of my bed to examine the area where my doll rested. I found nothing strange so I moved on forgetting about the previous night until nighttime arrived and I became more scared when it was time to go to sleep. Over the course of a week, I experienced creepy events like my feet being tickled, being pulled again, struggling to be free from the hands at the edge of my bed. Finally, I was tired of the restless nights and I decided to rid myself of this doll. Within my house, I found a pillowcase I shoved the creepy doll in it and smashed it against the wall. I didn’t want anyone to know what I experienced, so I threw the doll in the back right corner of the top shelf in the closet and closed the door. After that, I never had those horrific experiences ever again, well, with that doll. I truly believe that there was a spirit of a child trapped or an evil spirit trying to bring fear in my life, within the porcelain doll. The moral of the story, don’t accept “gifts” from strangers when you don’t the history or the spirits that are attached.
Stay tuned for next Thursday’s heart throb!