Whether we accept it or not, we all have experienced something creepy, weird, or paranormal, if we accept it or not. You see a dog, you blink, it's not there. You hear things banging when you're home alone. Doors move, voices talk to you, a ghost possessed you, old ladies or teenagers that aren't there, we all have seen it sometime or another. It all has to start somewhere, and mine is probably the freakiest I have been through or 2nd to something I have a suspicion to, but that's for a later day.
Anyway, my first experience with the paranormal was when I was 7, luckily or unluckily I have a sharp memory and remember this well. In my old house, my parents wanted me to understand God well since we're Christians, so they got me a tiny angel doll that lights up at night. I never liked that thing since day one. It was creepy, too bright to fall asleep, and I think anyone reading this can agree that any doll is creepy, especially life-like ones. It's kind of life-like, a humanoid face, but it has an obviously fake chest and arms.
So after I learned how technology worked, with electricity from plugs, I quickly unplugged the doll and fell asleep. I dreamed of something chasing me and quickly woke up in sweat with my heart racing. I looked around the room and noticed light flooding in a weird fashion. After looking around curiously, it dawned on me where it was coming from, but then a thought occurred, "I had unplugged it right?" But apparently the doll didn't want to be unplugged, and it was glowing brighter than ever. I did the thing any sane person would do, hide under the covers. But then another thought came over me that I didn't understand until I learned about ghosts. The doll normally changes colors, peaceful ones like green, blue, yellow, stuff like that. But this time it wasn't changing colors, it was pure red, which still freaks me out today.
After that horrid night, I got the guts to ask my parents to get rid of the the doll, and they admitted that it creeped them out as well. So I put the doll in my closet and put the heaviest object in my room over the door, an old bean bag chair. That night, the doll didn't want to be locked away as well. I saw shadows walking by and whispers that I couldn't make sense of. After that experience, I had nightmares for weeks, and every now and then I saw them again.
I prayed and hoped that they would go away, and it got answered, kind of. We moved out and gave the house to some obnoxious neighbor. At the last minute I thought I took out the doll and left it there. But three years ago I was rummaging in my new house and found the doll. The logical explanation is my parents found it and put it back, but I have a hunch that wasn't the case.
While I think it's paranormal, please don't say hurtful comments saying it's not true, it's my imagination, etc. If you want me to tell more of my ghostly experiences, let me know in the comments.