My friends and I were hanging out over Becky's house and her room is upstairs - her room and her younger brother's room are separated by a string-beaded divider. For whatever reason, Vera and I went into Becky's room and when we came out, I felt my shoulders COMPLETELY relax. I turned to Vera:
Me: Do you feel?
Vera: like a huge weight's just been lifted?
Me: yes o.o
Well, after a few more minutes, Becky and Meg came upstairs and we told them what happened. They shifted a little awkwardly and told us a story.
When Becky was younger, her dad got her a porc. Doll. She put it on the shelves with all of her other dolls, and her brothers never came up and touched them (her younger bro's room was not always next to hers). One day Meg and Becky noticed something odd about the doll: it had chocolate in the corner of its mouth. Creeped out, Meg picked up the doll and went to Becky's closet/attic to throw it in. She said it was shaking in her hand as she held it. But she threw it in as far as she could.
After a few months passed, they opened the closet/attic to find it sitting by the door, just inside. They threw it in again. And once in a while it'll randomly appear somewhere in Becky's room. Such as just sitting on her bed. My friend Zac was upstairs with Becky and they both left and came to find it on the bed and she sighed and explained that it just tends to do that. Which is weird.
(Relevant with the above story.)
I had a dream once of Meg, Becky, and Darla. It was really random (surroundings) but the main focus was really got me off guard. We were sleeping over (weird/irrelevant surroundings) a few times and for a few days, I'd wake up to feel as if I'd just missed something important. Something awkward. I'd ask Darla and Meg what it was and they never replied. Finally, I woke up (in the dream) in the middle of when we should've been sleeping to find Meg and Darla awake, silently staring at Becky. I asked them what was going on and they "shh"ed me and pointed at Becky, who was laying on her stomach. Suddenly everything went black and I heard a door squeak open, like a silhouette. Some form crept up to Becky and whipped her back repeatedly. She flinched and cried out. And it freaked me out, so I woke up. I texted Becky - it was bout. 4am? I told her to get back to me as soon as she could. She did, asking what was wrong. I asked if her back's been hurting recently and she told me it was. I told her my dream and she accepted it as possible, because of the haunted doll. But we didn't talk about it again.
My friend Misty stayed the night with me one night and I told her about it and the whole time she had this unexplainable expression on her face and at the end, she told me, "It's weird that you saw that. I had swim class with Becky and I'd see all these little marks on her back and when I told her she had them, she looked in the mirror and they disappeared"
It was strange for me, too. I didn't know Becky was having back problems. I didn't know about the doll, the first time. And ever since that first day that I was there, I'd felt creeped out at her house and even once felt it coming down the stairs until I hissed at it to stay back (I was sitting at the bottom; it smirked at me as if saying, "you really think that just saying that will stop me?"). My friend Misty tends has the sight, so her telling me that I wasn't the only one that could tell Becky had whip marks made me relieved that I wasn't insane, but yet I still wonder to this day why I saw it. I never really have such dreams