It was around 2002 (at the time I was 6). My birthday was coming and of course being 6, I was overjoyed. My aunt was currently living with my family and she was really into porcelain dolls, but I found them creepy. Well, when my birthday finally came I was given so many gifts and I loved them all except one.
My aunt had given my sister and me a doll. I couldn't deny the fact that they were beautiful, they just made me feel uneasy. I was never the type of person to hurt someone's feelings (I still am!) so I didn't tell her I didn't want it. My mom hung it up in my room and after a few days I got used to its glass eyed stare.
It must have been a few days before Christmas, that's when strange things started happening. I didn't really notice anything, it was my dad who was affected. This is what he told me. One night he was sitting on his bed while my mom got ready for bed in the bathroom. Abruptly he felt a small cold hand on his back, thinking it was my mom he turned around, but no one was there.
A day or two after that, when it was time for bed he heard footsteps of a child and giggling coming from my room. He thought it might have been my younger brother that sneaked into my room to play as he often did, but when he went in and turned on the lights it all stopped. My dad got really spooked and ran to his room calling out my mom's name. (good thing I was a heavy sleeper.)
The last thing that happened was again at bedtime. That night my sister, brother and I slept in the same bed since it was a cold winter night. My dad had already turned off all the lights, but as soon as he lay down he heard giggles. He got up, went to my room and flicked on the lights. Thats when he finally saw him. It was a little boy just around the age of my younger brother, but he vanished as soon as my dad blinked. Then he saw one of my stuffed animals smack into the wall (as if someone tried to take it with them through the wall)!
After that things got real calm and soon after that we moved out. Not because of the ghost, but because of the bar underneath our apartment was getting too noisy. My aunt stored my porcelain doll away and took it with her because it was too big and I had too much stuff already.
I'm not not sure about this yet, but could it have been the doll?