I was 7 years old, and just about to go into the 1st grade. I had just moved and knew no one. When I was younger I was obsessed with dolls, and for my 6th birthday, my grandma had gifted me a doll she had found at Goodwill. This doll was OLD, they no longer make dolls like her anymore, and I was thrilled. I would be the only one with this doll, and I already loved her. I named her Jamie, and I took her everywhere.
I started noticing weird things about three months after I received Jamie. When I would be playing with her, I would hear the voices of people that weren't there, as a young child I mostly ignored the voices and would continue playing. These occurrences stopped for a couple of months and came back in full force about a month after my 7th birthday.
I met a girl named Leah (name changed for privacy reasons) and invited her over to play. We had an extra room at that time because my mom was pregnant with my would-be second little brother. The room was set up as a nursery and was perfect for a playing house. Both Leah and I agreed that Jamie would be the oldest child, and a few of my younger dolls would be Jamie's younger siblings. Leah thought it would be fun to "put Jamie in timeout" for "hitting her sister". I agreed, we set Jamie in the crib facing the wall, grabbed both the other dolls, left the room, and closed the door behind us. We waited for a few minutes and reentered the room. Jamie was now sitting in the exact same place, but facing the door... Both Leah and I fled, leaving Jamie where she was, refusing to reenter the room.
At that year's garage sale, we sold the doll to an antique owner, who promised to take good care of her. It still haunts me to this day, and I will never truly understand how it happened. The only other people in the house that day were my dad and my younger brother, who were in the basement when it happened. We were standing outside the door, so no one could have entered the room.