Warning, this is a true story. I am not the one it has to do with, though I am involved. This one takes place in my house, and is happening right now. It just started happening maybe two days ago. It may not be horrifying, I promise to get to those soon. I guess I'm just try to get all the true ones out of the way first.
So around two days ago-
Wait, that's not the real beginning.
Around a week and a half ago my aunt and I, that's who I live with, went to this thrift/antique store type thing, okay? It has everything. I went there for clothes, but I couldn't help but spot this little clown doll.
I know, I know.
If paranormal stuff happens to me a lot, why the heck would I want a clown doll?
Because, it had a porcelain face, blue hair, a stuffed body and the cutest little outfit on. Plus. I just like kind of creepy things. It wouldn't have been all that creepy, but it's paint was a little chipped... Showing age.
I also have a lot of empathy for, well, anything. I felt bad for the little thing. It was all abandoned. I just wanted to give it a home. I guess I could relate to it, being raised in foster care and all.
Overall, I knew it was a doll and didn't have real feelings, but I projected my own feelings onto it, and by the time I had been looking at it for two minutes I knew it would break my heart to leave the store with out Sonee Bluue. [S-Oh-Knee Buh-Loo.] That's his um, name. I just call him Bluue for short though.
So I picked Bluue up and put him in my buggy, out of curiosity I continued browsing the dolls. They have tons of porcelain dolls at that store. I've always loved porcelain dolls.
Well, I ended up finding two more, tiny, tiny clowns. They were even more chipped and dusty then Bluue. They looked like a set and I tried to get them as well.
I was sadly denied by my aunt.
So, we left the store that day, Bluue in tow, but no other.
When we got home, I fell in love with that little doll. I still am. I carry him around with me like a little child. The first night, he watched a scary movie with me, and rode to Tom-Thumb. Since then I've been carrying him in my purse practically everywhere, unless it's a long drive and there's a danger he could get broken. He always goes back in his place on my bookshelf at night though.
Kind of creepy right? I can't help it though... It's just like having a favourite stuffed animal or baby doll as a kid, except... He's a creepy, little, porcelain, clown doll.
Anyways!
We returned to that same store to donate some things two days ago. Though we just went to donate, we ended up looking around some more. My aunt told me to look for clothes again because I hadn't gotten a lot the last time I was there, so I did.
Suddenly my aunt remembered she had an appointment to go to, it was just down the street and would only take maybe twenty minutes. She asked me if I would stay there.
As she asked, I got the brilliant idea to ask for maybe, two dollars if I said yes. Before I could even ask, she offered. So naturally, I stayed. My aunt told me to look for more clothes... But honestly I think I stayed in the doll isle the whole time, other then maybe five minutes.
I looked through all of the dolls.
Every. Last. One.
I need about 72.50$ to buy them all. At least that's what it was a few days ago.
