I am an aspiring filmmaker attending several local colleges; in 2014 I decided to shoot some supernatural short film subjects. After completing several projects using dolls (poppets) and a voodoo ritual at an abandoned zoo and then the Bronson Caves weird things started to happen. I am a bit shocked as the voodoo black magic segment did not target any specific person or group and I took the lines for the curse from an old song and reworked it, not any real source of black magic or voodoo, all of this pure fiction that would not attract any real or imagined force. What I thought was harmless fun.
In searching for better more realistic DOLLS I am always on the lookout for antique or used dolls that might be interesting. I looked in many thrift and antique shops for old DOLLS. Puttering around a huge thrift shop in the San Fernando Valley in May 2014, I ran across an old doll that was crudely handcrafted. The doll had a small tag sewn inside with a name and dated 1999. The cloth doll features were nothing special, a simple print dress, black button eyes and thin cloth rope. The rope was sewn in both hands with three knots tied at each side and a rusted brass five pointed star (pentagram) to the centre of the rope. The used doll was bargain priced at $1.99. I jumped to purchase the doll for use in an upcoming short on a Friday afternoon.
On Saturday morning I tried putting my laundry in the washing machine which would not operate. After losing a dollar in the coin operated machine, and opening and closing the lid several times, another person arrived and it worked perfectly. My phone stopped working even though I had just topped up and paid for the next month\'s service. I hit the web key and went to my account information. A message read: "Sorry, your account isn't valid."
That afternoon I started working on a large wooden model house made from Balsa wood. I punched out several wood pieces from the window frame; one fell out onto the floor. I arranged the three pieces that landed on the table. I could not find the window pane that flew to the floor. I looked by the desk and around the floor. I got the sponge mop out and moped around the desk trying to locate the wood piece, which had apparently DISAPPEARED.
On Sunday it got scarier when I went to the bathroom sink. I put some hair gel on, and rinsed my hands with water, checked myself in the mirror, satisfied. I simply wiped my hands on my T-shirt and turned to walk away from the sink. I had taken a couple of steps, when I heard a plop. Something plastic had just hit the floor. I looked down and saw the plastic hand soap dispenser just landed next to my foot. I looked back and wondered, how in the world could this happen? The experience shook me the whole day. It was if something was saying; don't forget to wash your hands with soap and water. This has happened actually several times, I know it sounds stupid but it is scary.
The next day, Monday, the small wooden piece that I was looking for on Saturday mysteriously appeared on the floor right where I was looking. I examined the doll, took some photos. What struck me was the innocent appearance of the doll, which to me did not belay any menace. I knew I had to get rid of the doll. I removed the rope and star, thinking I would keep those items as props. I then gave the doll to our doll design guy and put the cloth rope and star in an upper desk drawer.
Later, that same day, I had put some coupons on my desk. Every time I passed by the desk, from the corner of my eye, I saw a blue pair of scissors (I had lost months previously) in the same place where I had put the coupons. I looked closely at the desk, focused, I saw the coupons. I examined the coupons and desk. No scissors. I was still working on the model house. I had a floor fan going as I worked on the wooden pieces. A small section of wallpaper blew behind the table. When I moved the desk back to find the missing piece of paper, I found the scissors. Needless to say I removed the cloth rope and star and threw the items away. After giving the doll away and discarded the rope and star the strange happenings stopped.
Whatever this entity is it seems to have telekinetic and telepathic powers. I am not sure what I am dealing with. Even though I have discarded the doll and star... Strange things continue to happen, sometimes small items disappear. I have done a little experimenting as it seems to derive in part anyway from the energy of the export of certain digital film files from iMac, as crazy as that sounds it seems to be part of this series of events. As a joke because I am a realist and do not believe in the supernatural, ghosts or the occult. I thought this was just mumbo jumbo but it appears to be some kind of energy force. What's your take?