Tales Of Ivyhall

Nosy Neighbour - 1985

This is an eye witness account of a woman named Miya Jones who had witnessed and unfortunately went missing after an entity in Ivyhall had attacked.

20 January - 1985 Moving day - Ivyhall

Yep this is it. 36 Foxmow Avenue, New house, New me, New everything this is a fresh start, a clean slate you could say.

2 February - 1985 Foxmow Avenue - Ivyhall

As I walk home from the convenience store, I greet the new neighbours and walk towards my house. I get inside and leave the shopping on the counter, covered in "very important" documents that aren't even mine.

I open the puppy gate and with a lack of energy take the two heavy shopping bags into the kitchen.

I empty the shopping bags all while, singing my favourite song: The dancing and the dreaming, into the different cupboards, shelves, fridges and freezers like a puzzle with no end.

I stumbled through the kitchen to my dog, Alecz who was spread out along the floor like a cat in the sun.

I let him into my living room as we get comfy and watch Tv.

3 February 1985 - Foxmow Avenue - Ivyhall 1:30am

I woke up to a creak. I tried getting up, but couldn't. I looked around scanning the room for any abnormalities.

Before my eyes drew me towards the crack of my closet. I looked closer and what I thought was a hat was something way creepier...

4 February 1985 - Foxmow Avenue - Ivyhall

I wake up with a pain planted in my chest, last night must have been a bad dream. I pick myself up and tiredly drag my body downstairs.

I stumble into my kitchen and made some breakfast, cornflakes, my favourite, before I get to start my cereal, the door knocks, I looked at the time and noticed it was 7am, who could that be at that time.

I walked to my door and opened it, it was my neighbours, Ella and I think his name was Bill.

They had came over to ask two things of me, 1 they asked if I had any sparkplugs as their car had broke down before they left.

And 2 they asked me if I had noticed anything wierd about Ivyhall.

I responded with a doubtful no then left promptly to find those sparkplugs.

I walk to my garage, what was Bill on about when he said if I had noticed anything wierd? Maybe he meant like missing pets? I dont know, I was too tired to deal with this junk.

I open my garage door which lets out a screech so loud you could hear it a state over.

As I clumsily look around my garage for the sparkplugs, my eyes focus on a gray cover in the corner. I hadnt noticed it when I moved in.

I walk cautiously towards it and pull the cover off and underneath reveals a doll around 5,3ft. I had never noticed it before and the sales agency didnt say anything about it. It looked terrifying.

I decided to put the sheet back over the doll, but not without taking a photo.



I try get back on task and find the sparkplugs bringing them back to my neighbours apologising for the wait.

They thank me and leave.

I turn around and stumble back into my house closing the door behind me.

I notice my cereal on the table all soggy now, no point in eating it.