When I was like 6 or 7, I got a free doll at the flea market. I still remember other toys in the box that the woman was selling. She let me and my brother take the box home for free along with the doll. The doll wore a red dress and have a red hat to go along with it. It have blue eyes and blond messy hair. For some reason, it have a emotionless face.
I don't quite remember if I play with the doll or not but after moving into a new build house. I put the doll in the box and into the basement.
Since I scare of sleeping, I slept with my mom and dad along with my brother in the same room until I enter third grade. During those time, I completely forgot the doll.
Then one day, I went to the basement to look at my toys and stuff animal I have when I was a little kid to play with it again or throw it away. That's when I spot the doll again. Because I was a stupid kid, I decide to display the doll in my room.
Some months later, I begin to have an aggression attitude. I didn't want anyone in my room because I want to be alone (I wasn't like that when I was younger) and all the time I would have my door close and something lock.
Somehow, guests who enter my room, I don't yell at them to get out but only my mom and my brother. I rarely yell for my mom to get out expect my brother. Most of the time when he open the door to come in, I would yell at him to get out and he would. There were rare time, that I let him stay in my room or come in.
And over the time, I have the feeling of being watched in my room and it's mostly from the doll. My shelf was behind my desk, where I sat to doing things. When I sit down and do something, I have the feeling of being watch from behind. There were times when I would turn around to look at the doll and as always, it have an emotionless face but rarely times I would see a small smile crept on her face, I wonder if I imagery it or not but I still have the feeling of be watch. And at night when I sleep, I would have feeling of someone being on my bed, standing over me.
I still have the doll and it is still in my room. For some reason, I don't want to throw the doll away as if something was keep me from throwing it away.