Talk:Annabelle/@comment-26301874-20150411163721

i think a doll killed my dog.

i never sleep with dolls never have but i had alot they were all in a toy chest and some were so old that they had some mold on them. i guess that i wasnt good to them. but i allways slept with my dog she was a minpin named Lucy, my best friend. last year on April 20th (easter) i woke up and Lucy ran to the end of my bed and started barking like she allways did, but this time she wasnt facing the door she was facing the toy chest... i thought nothing of it and turned off my alarm and went back to sleep. i should have goten up. 15 minuts later my alarm whent off and i decided to get up, but when i opened my eyes a barbie doll was on my chest and looking directly at me. her face was covered in mold i screemed. my dad came in and he was wearded out because my sister was afraid of dolls not me. not to mention there was a moldy doll on my chest. i dont know if it was the fear or what but i couldnt move and the doll felt so heavy. my dad picked up the doll and put her in the toy chest which was wide open with all the other dolls moved aside making a gaping hole that whent to the bottum of the chest. i was crying at this point. my dad huged me and told me it was okay and that there was nothing to fear but i knew better i told him then and there that i wanted to donate my toys but he said no. i rememberd that Lucy was next to me and i looked at her but she was limp. we burried her that morning and i never opened that chest again but every morning after that i woke up with it eather ajar or wide open everytime a doll was at the base of my bed. i reacently kicked my sister out of the room and now im sleeping in a loft bed. i dont know. i donated the dolls but probubally should have burned them. i was 14 at the time but that scaired me so bad that i will never get a doll again nor will i look at them the same way.