Terrifying Girl With Doll

Let me preface my experience by establishing that before this, I was never a believer in ghosts or the paranormal. Since I am currently Atheist, I used to think that if spiritual elements were man-made, then certainly ghost experiences were also figments of the imagination right?

Enter a late drive home (3 am) from work.

I live on the island of Oahu in Hawaii. The paranormal culture here is quite rich and, as a reader, it is absolutely enthralling to read or listen to. While I didn't believe in any of the paranormal elements myself, the real life histories behind the stories could quiet entire rooms of listeners. Anyway, I'm driving home at 3 am and have entered my neighborhood. Because the parking lot was being refinished, everyone in our townhouse complex had to park on the street so parking was few and far between. The lights are also out because of electrical work being done in the streets. I pass a park and slowly begin to turn left to look for more parking when I slam on the brakes.

There is a lady dressed in a white mu'umu'u (Hawaiian dress) standing perfectly still in the middle of the road. At first I thought I nearly hit a pedestrian but then I got to examining what was in front of me. Her dress was torn and ragged near where feet should have been. Her long black hair fell down in front of her face (imagine the Ring girl). I couldn't do anything other than continue turning left so I honked my horn and slowly tried not to hit her as I continued my turn. She jerked her face toward me and lunged. To my horror, all I could see was a very angry, dark Polynesian face covered in blood. Of course I jerked to a stop as a reflex and it was then that I realized she was carrying a dirty baby doll. She stopped her lunge not 6 inches from my driver's side window before slowly backing away. At that point I floored it. As I looked back, I nearly passed out realizing this lady was right behind my car. I turned another corner and circled back to where I was headed to begin with but when I looked up the intersection to where I originally saw her, there she was again, standing in the middle of the road, cradling her doll.

This wouldn't be so creepy but I covered the length of an entire neighboring townhouse complex as I made my U-turn. I've walked the same distance and it's about a 15 minute walk, 2-3 minutes by car. She had somehow managed to hobble back to her original spot in the two minutes it took me BY CAR. While she was annoyed before, she was now enraged, slamming the doll around and screaming. I made a few more passes and each time she was there, but she seemed unable to leave the street she was on (I was now on the horizontal part of a T intersection and she was still on the vertical).

By now I am absolutely hysterical because I need to park my car to go home and walk quite a ways to actually enter my house. How could I with this thing floating around? Luckily, 2 minute away is our local police station. I mention the entity and the police send someone to follow me home. Of course by the time we get back, she's nowhere to be found and ALL THE STREETLIGHTS ARE BACK ON. I apologize and thank the cop for following me home and book it into my house.

The next day, my neighbor, who's been good friends with my mother for more than 30 years, texts me, wondering why I was driving so erratically and honking my horn. (She can see the roads in question from her bedroom and looked outside after I had honked my horn) According to her, my car was weaving between lanes (one lane on both sides of this street) and stopping and going very suddenly before speeding off. Apparently, she thought I was texting or something so let it go.

I explained to her what had happened (she is VERY religious) and she told me to go home and pray. Let's just say for the first time in years, I actually thought about doing just that.

This story is actually still continuing to this day. Ever since that night, if I take a nap in my living room on the couch when I am home alone, I always wake up paralyzed and looking up to the second floor to see a veiled woman in black running in and out of the master bedroom laughing. A few times, she is looking at me as I sleep and I wake up to that terrifying face. As I wake up, she tries to take the form of my mother but as soon as I'm fully awake, she goes back to her hideous natural form.

A few days after the night with the white lady and doll, I was the victim of a major head-on collision hit-and-run that totaled my car. The driver was drunk at 4 pm and driving a Ford F-250 that would have flattened my tiny Honda if I was a few inches too soon.

How great is it that we are alive today? It only makes me wonder what awaits us on the other side.