My name is Brittney, and you may use my name. The following story or stories are completely true.

I have always believed that we are not alone, but it was on one particular day that this knowledge was made clear to me that even now I begin to shake and I feel the tears begin to well in my eyes.

My mom would drop me off at my aunt's every morning, and come back after work to take me home. I was about five or six years old when she dropped me off on that fateful day. I went into my aunt's guest room like I did everyday, and tried to fall asleep, bu I couldn't. My aunt had this odd porcelain doll, and it was set upon a shelf across from the bed I was laying in. It was a baby doll in a pink shirt and matching bloomers, with dark brown hair and dark eyes. I remember looking at it while I tried to fall asleep, and just when my eyes were about to close, it moved.

Its head moved so that it was staring straight at me and its arm moved with it. I was frozen in that bed until my aunt woke up and entered the room. I must have looked terrified becuase she asked me what was wrong. I finally stood and ran to her and told her that the doll had moved and looked at me. I begged her to get rid of it and finally she moved the doll into another room.

To this day I still hate that doll, but it was what happened to a younger niece of mine that solidified my fears.

She had to be about the same age I was, and she was in the same room trying to fall asleep (previously my aunt had moved the doll back into the room). My aunt told me she woke up suddenly to my niece's screams. My aunt ran in and asked her what was wrong. My niece was frozen with fear and said that the doll had moved.

It wasn't until then that my aunt permenantly moved that thing out into the shed.

It was when I was 15 that my mom told me a story that put this whole possessed doll into perspective. She told me she, and her cousins had bought a ouija board and played in that same guest room. They were all set up in there, with candles and everything, and they'd managed to contact one spirit who seemed to be aggrivated by their questions. My mom told it that it could use her to speak and she said that this cold came over her and she couldn't move. Her cousin swears that my mom's face became distorted and evil looking so she told it to, "Get out of here! and leave us alone!"

It left and they tried to get over what had happened.

My mom took the board with her to her house and told my grandma what had happened. My grandma took the thing and tried to burn in it a barrel outside. My mom said it sparked up and seemed like the fire was trying to reach my grandma. The next day they found the board at the bottom of the barrel completely untouched. They threw it away and my grandma found it in the closet. They finally gave up trying to throw the thing away or destroy it and kept it way up in the grandma's closet.

Its probably still there, but I don't know for sure, but it seems to me that ever since my mom and her cousins tampered with that damned ouija board things have happened in my aunt's house and especially in that guest room.

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