This story took place in 2001, in my mother-in-law’s house that the family built for themselves. My husband’s grandmother Jean was a very mean and nasty old lady. She hated my husband’s dad, her son-in-law, for “taking her daughter away from her.” Years went by and still they had nothing to do with each other, until the day Jean became sick. She was on her deathbed when she told my father-in-law that no matter how or when, she was never going to rest until she got rid of him.
After her death, my mother-in-law was given all of her mother’s (Jean’s) possessions. One day as my husband and I were visiting over the weekend, the room where we usually slept was already occupied by his brother, so we slept in the bedroom across the hall.
In the middle of the night I woke up from a nightmare I was having about one of the dolls that was in the room with us. My mother-in-law had kept these two Mexican dolls that had previously belonged to her mother. She remembered them from when she was growing up; they had always been in the house. Anyway, I woke up and just lay there looking at one of the dolls. I know this sounds crazy, but when I looked away, I could have sworn that out of the corner of my eyes I saw the doll blink. At that moment I woke up my husband and told him what I thought I had seen. Of course, he said I was just hallucinating, and to go back to sleep.
The next day I talked my brother-in-law into switching bedrooms with us. I had to tell him about the doll but he didn’t believe me either, so he didn’t mind trading out. His daughter, my niece, was also staying in the house, on the sofa in the living room. She was nine years old at the time and also was not aware of my encounter with the doll the night before. That night, at about 3:15 a.m., she started screaming and awakened the entire house. I went in to comfort her and asked her what had scared her so. What she said was bone-chilling!
She said she woke up having to go to the bathroom, which was down the hall from where we were sleeping. She said that as she got up off the sofa, she looked down the hall. The hall light was always on when we stayed over there, in case anybody got up in the night. As she began to make her way around the sofa toward the bathroom, she saw a little woman doll, walking as if it were tip-toeing, holding her dress up at the sides and walking out of the bathroom to the room where she usually sat. The doll never looked at or even noticed my niece, but just disappeared through the doorway. Needless to say it was quite a story.
I was the only one who believed her… that is, until about three months later, when my mother-in-law said she was hearing women’s voices coming out of the room where the dolls were kept. When she went to investigate, as she would get closer to the door, she noticed that the crack under the door was showing something moving, or someone’s shadow. She would swing the door open quickly, and of course saw nothing out of place. She kind of thought that maybe she was going a little crazy.
She decided to try a trick she’d seen on TV to see if anything was happening when she wasn’t there. She taped a single hair between the door and the frame, so that if the door was opened at any time, she would come back to find the hair broken. The next day, to her amazement, she saw that the hair was broken, and that someone or something had really opened that door. As fast as she could, she got those two dolls and burned them. Actually, she burned everything that had belonged to her mother. I can say now that I’m not afraid of sleeping in that house anymore.
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