Short Horror Stories

Supernatural? Children?

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   When I was pregnant with my first child my daughter I would often experience some odd occurrence in the house. I would be in the kitchen and swear that I could hear people walking upstairs. Odd things like these occasionally would become more surreal than I'd once admit. Things would fall from shelves, and windows would be opened for no reason even if I know I checked the windows previously that day.

    Eventually things  practically stopped happening after my daughter was born, but there was something off. Very very rarely after her birth I would hear her usual crying from her crib room upstairs and then the footsteps and quite. At first I would sprint up stairs thinking something was in my house, but after the 10th time or so I settled with just glancing at the baby monitor.

   My daughter loves her crib room, but more often then not when she's in there she won't play with toys or just sit in her crib like a normal child. She would stare into the corner if the room, sometimes she'd reach put her hand like something was there to pick her up. Eventually I was able to shrug it off and mentally conclude she must see a shadow or something.

   After all that probably about 4 months past and eventually I decided to have a friend over for girls night. She brought her daughter and son so she wouldn't have to hire a sitter. Her daughter refused to go into my daughter's room. She would scream and cry if anyone tried to make her, she would even enter for a moment to grab herself a toy.

   After a few minutes I just brought everyone into the living room to ask what was going on. That'd when there daughter said "The dolly's in that room are mean." Her mother and I being concerned pushed for more answers. "What do you mean the dollys' are being mean?" This is where everything clicked into place.

   "The dolly Katie likes to pull my hair and call me names." I froze Katie was my old friends name she and I were best friends in kindergarten but she passed by the time grade 1 rolled around. "Katie is very mean, but she does have a really pretty dress." Afrer her daughter said this I was done.

   "Katie, I don't think we have a Katie doll. Would you mind showing me which one, but don't worry about her being mean now she cant do anything." I followed the little girl to my daughter's room and she turned back to be and reached for my hand before going in. I took note of my daughter looking at the wall like it was.the most amazing thing ever.

He daughter turned back to me and rapped her arms around my leg before noticing her mom then running to her. As soon she she was in her mothers arms so pointed to the wall first and said that Katie was there, but that she was talking to my daughter about me.