It all started when my little sister had just come home from the hospital. It was a 90-degree day in September. My mom was giving my sister a bath. (Her first one of course.) Her friend, Rhonda, was coming over to see Cayli, my baby sister. Well my mom started to tell her the scary story about my Indian doll and other scary things that had happened in the place where we used to live. You see when I was two or three; I had a little Indian doll that had been my mom’s. She got it when she was little.

The doll used to talk to me, and I was scared of the creepy toy. One day my mom and dad both thought that the doll looked just like me, and this creeped us all out. After the eerie doll gave us goosebumps a couple of different times, we threw it away. Almost a week later, the doll showed up again in my room! This was after we thought the garbage man took it away. So we cut the doll up this time. We separated the head, legs, and arms into different bags and threw it away again. Two or three days later I found the head and arm in my bedroom! Finally the third time we threw the doll away, we were rid of it.

Another weird thing that happened was when my dad couldn’t find his cigarettes, or so he thought. He had remembered having them because his friend had borrowed one from him on their drive to work. Later he came home and complained that his cigarettes disappeared. While he was at work my mom found his cigarettes in my room! This happened when I was only a three-year-old.

Once mom and dad lost their extra set of keys and had been looking for them for a month at least. One day my grandma came over and happened to look in the toaster. There in the toaster, at the bottom with the crumbs were mom and dad’s keys!

My mom told me about another strange thing that happened. She had been looking for my sippy cup all day long. She even stood on a kitchen chair and checked in the cupboards, but she never found it. After looking all over the house, she finally saw it. You will never guess where! The cup was right on the chair she had been standing on twenty minutes earlier.

Just as my mom was finishing this spooky story, we heard a loud sound. All of a sudden a tray of ice that my mom had set on the counter went KABOOSH! It is almost like someone was out there listening to us talk about my creepy Indian doll and the other scary tales. Lots of scary things happened in that little trailer on Oak Street. It almost seemed like we lived on Elm Street.

Tags: Indian doll, scary story, scary things

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