When I was 8 years old I was staying with this lady in California waiting for my dad to pick me up. A week passed and he couldn't take off from work so I stayed with the lady for a week.
This lady had a son who was a cop but he was never home. He worked night shifts and morning shifts. She bought him a chubby baby doll for his birthday and also dressed the baby doll as a cop to resemble him. He would always place it on his bed and I would always want to play with it but the lady wouldn't allow me too. She also had many more dolls including these 4 beautiful porcelain dolls. She allowed me to play with those dolls.
One night she was making dinner and I was on the couch in the living room playing with the dolls while the TV was on. While playing with the dolls, I accidentally broke off one of the dolls legs and I had the other 3 dolls sitting side by side next to me. I didn't want to tell the lady what I had done but I knew she was going to find out anyways. I placed all the dolls laying down on the couch. I took just the one doll I had broken the leg off of. When I got to her and told her what I had done she said it was okay and that she would glue it back.
I was so relieved until I went back to the couch. I had left the dolls laying down on the couch and when I went back all 3 dolls were sitting up on top of a cushion that belonged to the couch. I got was a bit creeped out so I rushed back to the kitchen and told the lady and she said I probably left them like that. I know for sure I didn't leave them on top of a cushion.
Weird things started to happen like the pillows of the couch being found on the floor and doll shoes next to them. I told the lady the dolls might of been mad because of what I did to the other doll's leg.
Two nights before I left her house, in the morning we placed the dolls in a plastic bag on a chair in the kitchen before we headed out to go to the grocery store to go buy fruits. When we got back from the store we went straight into the kitchen to put the bags away. What we both saw scared the living life out of us (remember we left the dolls in a plastic bag)! When we got to the kitchen we saw the dolls out of the plastic bag and one of them was in-between the bars of the chair and the other two laying down stacked up on each other.
The lady then said it might of been her son who came home early from his morning shift. She went to check his room but his bed was still made with his chubby cop baby doll laying in his bed. Eyes wide open she told me not to play or touch the dolls because something might be wrong with them.
The day I was finally leaving she said she was going to burn the dolls to end whatever was going on with them. Till this day I don't know if she did or not because I lost contact with her.
Any suggestions of what this might of been or why the dolls started acting up?