These incidences happened about the year 2000 in our old house in a town called Wigan, in the north of England. I must have been about six years old at the time, and each event happened one after the other within the space of six months.
The first: I went upstairs for something, but I don't remember what. There was, or at least I thought so, somebody else with me upstairs because I remember always being too scared to go upstairs at night without someone else with me at that age.
Anyway, on the landing were four rooms in a row, with mine and my brother's room being the second. I walked towards it, and saw the door was open just a little but, enough to see the wall and a small portion of the floor. The light was on and I saw a shadow move across the floor.
I thought nothing of this, assuming it to be my brother and walked inside. To my horror, nobody was there. The last thing I remember was running, terrified back downstairs to find my brother in the living room.
The second: I went upstairs again, only this time it was midday so I wasn't afraid to go up alone. I reached the top of the stairs, with the landing in front of me and my sisters' bedroom at the end about 3 meters ahead. The door was wide open and my sister had sat her dolls on the edge of her bed. I was familiar with this sight and it never bothered me before, but this time I could feel something was wrong.
There was this one doll, Sunny, that is the subject of the next three incidences. She had bright yellow hair, almost white, that stuck out in a sort of punkish way all round the top of her head, hence the name Sunny., and creepy bright blue eyes (most dolls had eyes that would shut when laid down, but Sunny's eyes had 'broken' so were always open).
Anyway, I sensed something was wrong, and I looked into Sunny's eyes. She had one of her arms pulled back behind her back, and as I looked closer, she swung her arm over her head and threw something at me.
I was scared and ran away again. I told my sister, and we went back to have a look. Sunny was still in the same position when I last saw her, and her arm was in the position of giving a salute from having thrown the object. We had a look around for the 'object' that she threw onto the landing, but I don't think she believed me as I was only six years.
The third: involves Sunny again. I and my brother were playing and we had taken some of our sisters' dolls. I had gotten over my fear of her, but believed her to be haunted. I remember being angry at her for scaring me like that and I tried to choke her with my hands.
I don't clearly remember how she reacted, but she began to shake. She didn't move any of her limbs but her head turned from the side to look at me and she was shaking fairly violently in my hands. I dropped her and I remember very well pleading with my dad and sisters to get rid of the doll.
Again, they didn't believe me and it stayed in on my sister's bed, staring at me all the time. I never went near her again after that.
The last I saw of Sunny was the scariest for me. We were in the living room watching TV when my sister came screaming into the room. She said she had been playing with Sunny when she suddenly started bleeding. She had left her in her room, and when my dad went to have a look with her I decided to come too, not being afraid with my dad there. I briefly caught a glimpse Sunny sitting on the floor in the middle of the room with blood streaming from her eyes. They sent me away as they washed it off and that was the last I saw of Sunny. As far as I know they gave her away to someone else.
The last three are clearly related but I still wonder if the shadow in our empty bedroom is. I think the shadow may have been caused by Sunny because I never experienced anything else in that house even until we moved out two years ago. I have, however had some minor experiences after moving, which I may post another time.
I said that I was only six years old at the time, so my memory will not be entirely accurate but I know for certain that what I said really happened. This may not be as scary as other ghost stories but Sunny still creeps me out when I think of her even though it's been ten years.
I was raised a Christian, and even though I am now agnostic I believe that there are spirits, good, bad, and even mixed up ones.
Feel free to ask questions and I will try my best to answer them.