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Fear of dolls
“As a child, I always had a fear of dolls and there were reasons why. The head of my rag doll turned on its own, and the doll on skates, which was running on batteries, could roll by itself and with the batteries removed.
One day I was sitting on the porch with two of my rag dolls and their heads began to turn, forcing me to throw them off my hands in fear.
Now I have a daughter and she has dolls and strange things happen to them too. Once my daughter and I were sitting in her room and she was playing with a big doll, which is almost as tall as her. And when she put this doll aside and went to another toy, the doll suddenly raised her hand up. I got goose bumps from what I saw.
Another time, my daughter played with a baby doll in her mother's daughter and it turned out that when I was holding this doll in my hands, her batteries seemed to not work, and when my daughter took the baby doll in her hands, everything worked as it should: the doll made sounds when you press.
Once my daughter was playing with the doll Anna from the cartoon "Frozen", and then went to bathe in the bathroom, which is located on the ground floor. When she came back, the doll was in the middle of the room. My daughter was scared, she told me that she left the doll on the bed."
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A friend named Jambi
“My friend’s 4 year old son constantly talks about his imaginary friend named Jambi. He constantly plays with him in his room. This may seem like a common practice for young children, but this child says that Jambi is a boy who was killed by a car hitting him.
He also reveals that sometimes Jambi scares him and that sometimes it becomes difficult for him to breathe because of Jambi (Jambi is trying to strangle him?). Once he spoke to me about Jambi and I even sensed someone's indistinct presence.
I fear that this Jambi might harm my friend's son and once asked him if Jambi would like to talk to any of us, that is, an adult. But he replied that Jambi does not love us."
Kid in hospital
“When I was still very young, I often went to hospitals. There was nothing particularly life-threatening there, but I had a very weak immune system and a weak cough could easily turn into pneumonia. Therefore, at the first sign of a serious illness, the doctors always recommended that my parents put me in the hospital for a week or two.
Once, when I was 5 years old, as usual, I was lying in a hospital ward with an intravenous tube on my arm and my father and I were watching a movie. According to my father, he remembers very well what happened next.
All of a sudden I started talking to him about a boy who is standing at the door and who is wearing brown clothes. I don't remember what he looked like and I don't remember any more details, but according to my father, I was very persistent. Dad tried to say that no one was there, but I continued to see the boy and told him about it.
And when I said that the boy is now even closer to my bed than initially, my father was really scared. When I said that the boy wanted to drink water, his father decided to leave the ward altogether. But then I said that the boy left himself.
When my mother arrived, my father told her about this moment and they both spoke in a raised voice. My father still says that he did not see anyone there.
And curiously, this was the last moment when I got to the hospital. They didn't put me there anymore and that's why I think that maybe the boy was my Guardian Angel and healed me? Or maybe he's just some kind spirit."
Pale creature in the mine
“Several years ago I was 14 years old and I went to visit my mother's family to celebrate Easter. It was a great family tradition of ours to have our annual Easter picnic in nature in the middle of a large field, which was 40 minutes away from my grandmother's house.
I will mention that this was Mexico and around this field, everywhere you looked, there were sparsely populated rural areas. When the adults talked, my cousins and I decided to climb a small hill nearby. We crossed the road and began to climb this hill.
When we were on the hill, we saw an old abandoned mine at a height, in fact, just a hole in the rock. My cousin was having fun and filming us on her phone and we were acting like dumb teenagers too.
And suddenly the cousin froze and whispered, "Hey … There's something on the rock." And she pointed to the stone wall behind us. At first I thought it was such a joke, but her face was too scared. And when I turned around, I saw something that seemed to me like a hybrid of a dog and a person.
This creature looked down at us from the hole of the old mine, from about 20 meters. It was hairless, with pale pink wrinkled skin, an elongated muzzle, long ears, white eyes, and had hands with very long fingers. It looked at us for a while, and then disappeared into a hole.
In horror, we rushed back to the adults and when we came running, we showed them the video filmed by our sister. And we were severely scolded for unauthorized absence, but at the same time they did not say anything at all about the creature in the video.
Several years later, I still don't know. what kind of creature it was and I still have goosebumps when I remember it. Then my friend's mother told me that she worked at this mine in the 70s and that several workers died there, but their families never received their bodies for burial. Then the rock collapsed in the mine and after that it was closed."
Someone's voice
“Last year I was 12 years old and my grandmother died of bone marrow cancer on the second floor of our house. Since then, there has been an urn with her ashes near the front door.
One morning my mom woke me up as usual, I showered, got dressed and went to the front door to leave the house and go to the bus stop.
But when I started to open the door, I heard a whisper behind me. Maybe it was someone else, but now I'm sure it was my grandmother. However, at that moment I was very scared, slammed the door, cried and ran to my mother.
I told her about the voice, and my mother told my father about everything, and he decided to go outside and check if someone was hiding there. And when dad came out, he saw that there was a big fight at the bus stop, one guy attacked the other and beat him.
If I went to the bus stop, I might also be in danger of being attacked. But my grandmother warned me."
Woke up with bruises and scratches
Our house was built in 1904 and is located near Prague. My ancestors were aristocrats from Vienna who, after buying a house, brought with them three servants: a Polish maid and wet nurse Anna, a Hungarian cook, and a black senior servant. They all lived in the basement.
The house survived both World War I and World War II, during which my aunt was forced to sleep with an SS member for the firewood and protection of her family. One day the senior servant started a conflict with an SS man because of something and he killed him right in the basement.
We still live in this house. My room is on the topmost fifth floor, where the attic used to be. The attic was turned into a room quite recently, in 2009, and after that I started having strange experiences at night. And once I woke up completely with incomprehensible bruises and scratches on my body.
Then similar incidents began to recur. Most of the scratches were on the head, with bruises around the ankles and wrists. And there were not just slight scratches, but deep enough. from which I still have traces.
My parents tried to figure out where I got this from, but decided that I was simply too active while sleeping. However, such "activity" happens to me only in this house.
I tried to take precautions - cut my nails short, spread pillows on the floor next to the bed, locked doors. However, I am not a sleepwalker and all this seems to me without a reasonable explanation.
Now I think that maybe the ghost of the senior servant is attacking me. Maybe he was so devoted to this house that he didn't like it that the house was changed, rebuilding the attic into a room. No other changes were made to the house. Or maybe I was disturbing other spirits who used to live in the attic.
This went on for 10 years, after which I left there for Austria."
Continued: Part 8