As I am writing this I am at the age of 17. I was 13-15 when the story I am about to tell took place. I have always believed in the unknown. I can see spirits and talk to them and some times I allow them to control my body. People have always looked at me like I was the odd ball out and I am in ways. My cousin how ever didn’t believe me until she witnessed my doll try to kill me.
When I was 13 my mother moved me to Fostoria from North Baltimore. I knew the minute I stepped in the house that some thing was not right. Call it a gut feeling. Well while unpacking I had noticed that my favorite school girl dolls (collectors dolls) package had been damaged. So instead of trying to fix it I just took her out of the package. Now my doll had brown eyes when I had unpacked …