When I was in 7th grade, my reading class was in a room separated from the school building. We didn't have classrooms that where close by, and the door was very thick. Anyways, on the first day, our teacher introduced us to her 15 year old doll, which her very first class had decided to name Jessica.
The doll had two pony tails, each at the side of her head. Her orange hair yarn hair was held up in a pair of marine blue bows. All her facial features were sewed on, just stamped in her face. Her eyes were a sort of brown and I am not very sure of her height, but I think she was somewhere as tall as a 4 year old to a first grader and she was dressed in the school uniform, with shoes and all.
In the first few days, I sat in a spot where the doll's gaze was directed at me. It always gave me an uncomfortable sensation, but, thankfully, we were moved in ABC order. However, when I took my seat, I realized that I was now next to the doll itself, which sat on top of a stacked pile of fake, plastic books. Since the doll was on a corner of the room, that meant that, by sitting next to her, I was also against the wall. The walls were all so thick that nothing could be heard from the other side.
At first, I would forget that the doll was there, but, when I accidentally heard into a conversation, I heard someone mention Jessica. Since then, I would catch myself thinking about her throughout the day, and I looked up to see her randomly and daily.
One day, I leaned against the wall, my ear meeting with it. I began to hear faint giggles and child-like laughter. I went to the restroom to chill out and think about it. It could be someone passing by...but, such laughter? It couldn't have been a 6th, 7th, much less an 8th grader with that childish laugh. It would probably belong to a 1st grader, if not a younger child.
When I came back, I heard the sound again, louder. Then there was a blood curdling scream that made me jump up, and then I looked around, making sure nobody saw my strange reaction. I heard the laughter to the end of the year, and I never figured out what it could have been.