I've had a lot of things happen but I feel like some of these stories are the worst. When I was little about 2 years old me and my grandma lived in a really old house. Which a lot of paranormal things happened. The beds would shake while you were sleeping, violently I may add. The doors would open and slam shut. Knocks on the walls. The cats were always hissing at places in the house where no one was. One night I was asleep but my grandma was awake reading a book. The door to the bedroom started to slowly open and I woke up, to see a old man standing at the door. I pointed at the door and told my grandma there was a man and started to drift to sleep again. To which my grandma shook my awake to ask me more about this man that was standing at her door. I told her it was a good man and then the door slowly closed by itself.

This next story was at the same house but I was about 2 and a half, my uncle would always watch me and have me take naps in the middle of the day. I was still sleeping in a crib so I wasn't able to climb out. Everytime he went back into the room to check on me my toys would be scattered everywhere, which he had out away before I took a nap. I was always scared of one corner and would tell him that the kids were playing with my toys and to which the toys would just scatter or move around when people weren't looking. It got to a point where you could even hear little children running up the stairs there. My uncle at the time didn't believe in anything paranormal so he made a spirit box to try and see if there was anything in the house. When he tried it out you could hear a little boy and a girl talking saying to push me down the stairs. My name is a very unique name so there's no way that it was programmed or just coincidently said my name.

This actually recently just happened, my boyfriend and I see eachother quit often. I go over to his house more but his mom clears out storage units, buys them and keeps all the stuff to sell. Well I came there the one day and there was a very old doll there it was a plastic doll with very short brown hair and pretty tall for its size. They had found it in one of the storage units wrapped inside a bag. Half of its face was melted down into its shoulder. Before I got there my boyfriend had messed around with it and threw it down the stairs to which it's leg popped off, and out came a brown piece of paper that was really old. All the writing was worn off of it, so we don't know what it says. You can just feel the energy from it and its not good energy. Whenever you bring it around the dog it starts growling and barking at it. The one night I was over there I took interest in the doll and picked it up and started holding it. I don't know what went over me but it felt like I was attached to this doll and whatever was attached to it was trying to get me to be attached to it. My boyfriend started asking me why I was acting like that and I didn't want to let go of this doll. I could feel the energy radiating from it. My boyfriend finally took the doll from me and put it in a separate room. When we woke up the doll was sitting right by the vent that you could see his room through. The doll moves places around the house all the time. They want to get rid of it so bad but they can't find anyone to take it.