ok every since I was little I've collected lil porcelain dolls from auctions like...from old people that have died. when I left my fosters house they kept the dolls illegally. but my brother has msged me and said no one goes into my room bcuz they've heard laughter and when my foster mother went in there one of the dolls had been smashed. when I lived at my apartment in Jacksonville nc. my neighbor told me the people living there before me left after 3 months being there.
while living there I'd hearing footsteps that would walk up to the bedroom door and just stop. or one time we had put prayer beads jing on the wall and a bible on our dresser but when we got home after big bombing the house. the beads were everywhere and the bible thrown accross the room on the floor.
You now have me questioning if I should've even commented on this post 👻
I collected them. I stopped after I got a friends grandma's doll. It moved accross the room so I locked it in my closet. And stopped collecting the dolls.
Almost like someone was hitting the middle under the bed. Like just pushing up aggressively.
After giving birth to my baby she'd sleep with me on the bed..and I was watching frozen. And the bed started to shift. Who knows what's under there.
@mamagunn.no.1 and her other post too. It's bad enough that the tiny human stands next to my bed starting at me 😩😲
@bodybycheetos I know right! I'll be checking under my bed before I'm climbing in!
It's okay I think there's a ghost in my apartment too!!