Like I say in my profile I am in my early 30's and I am a single dad trying to raise my son Cameron.
We used to live in an apartment in a sleazy section of town, until we found a great deal on a rental property in an old residential neighborhood. It was actually less expensive for this 3 bedroom house than for our old 2 bedroom apartment.
I had always needed the extra room for my home office which had previously forced me and Cameron to share a bedroom in the old apartment, now he could have his own room and I could still work out of home allowing me to be there for him.
My bedroom is on the first floor while the second floor houses a long hallway with Cameron's bedroom and then past that my office. The strange things started not even a week after we moved in. I was working late, as I sometimes have to do, and I heard the sound of feet running up the stairs, I went out to tell Cam to settle down and go back to bed but it wasn't him.
There was a little girl in the hall; she looked about Cam's age of 7, maybe a little younger. She had blonde hair done in curls with a bow and she was wearing a dress that looked really fancy but old fashioned, I get the impression like it was something from the 40's, and she was holding a doll that wore a dress just like hers. She didn't take any notice of me and skipped down the hall turning and skipping right through the door into Cam's room!
I cracked open the door and there was cold air like a refrigerator blowing out at me, but no sign of her, Cam seemed to be sleeping soundly so I didn't disturb him.
That weekend Cam was playing in his room and I poked my head in to tell him to come downstairs for lunch, and my heart almost stopped a second. Cam was playing with the same doll I had seen the little girl carrying. I asked him where he got it, and he said he found it. I asked him where and he said "I don't know", I pressed him and he said he just found it he wasn't sure where.
I figured he probably found it in the attic where there were boxes of old stuff from previous owners/tenants, and tried to take it from him. He wouldn't let it go, and started shouting, "It's mine! Give it to me, it's mine!"
I eventually got it away from him and while he was downstairs eating his lunch I put it back in one of the boxes in the attic, which by the way has a pull down staircase and you have to be at least 5 foot to reach the strap.
About a week later I saw him playing with the doll again. Now I know I haven't left the stairs to the attic down since then, I hadn't even been in the attic since I put that damn doll back in its box. And this last part may be my imagination but his hair which has always been dark brown like me and his mother seems to be getting lighter.
Could that little girl be possessing my son?