Hello steemit friends this would be a story that really happened to me but when I was little in that from 6 to 8 years old I tell you my story that I named it "the rag doll"
everything begins in a day that my grandmother went to merida (a state of venezuela) and brings many toys, wooden cars and many things that made us happy to me and my sister, when I see there is a separate bag and she keeps it , I all curious wait for everyone to go and ask my grandmother what's in the black bag? She told me it was a gift for my sister who was going to keep it for her birthday.
I waited for the time to come that day to know that I had the borsa, I was never allowed to see what was inside the bag because I did not want to tell my sister and well when I arrived on her birthday I was the First person to get up waiting for the time to see what was in that black borsa, my mom says: ready I got the time to give you the gifts, I see the bag had it stored inside the closed of my grandmother's room when the habren was a simple Rag doll, but it was very strange to spend the months my sister's room had to paint and that, my room was big enough for her to sleep.
In all that week I had very strange nightmares with the doll I felt like if someone was by my side seeing me there when I saw her the doll was in the other bed of my sister seeing me I remember her face was very disturbing a big smile like that of a clown, with fixed eyes that seemed to be watching you every thing that made you feel, I felt your gaze reflected only in me.
I left the room and when it was night time to sleep I thought it was just a crazy imagination, I went into the room and I saw her and I said, "If you want to kill me, do it but I want to see how it moves you", my sister I stay and I thought I was crazy I paid no attention and I fell asleep, when I dream that I walk to my patio and see her in a chair watching me I was paralyzed I could not move my head I was watching her (I know that in the dream she moved), when I see that she falls off the chair I run towards the street but every attempt to run made me fall I could not move I saw how she got up slowly and comes towards me, towards what I could scream and could not try I ran, but I could not fall, it's suddenly over me, I got up from the fright, when I turned my eyes I saw her in my bed watching me she gave me a shake all over the body was a very strange feeling, wait to see if it moved, but every time I saw it, I remembered that nightmare, scream as much as I could and my mom arrived.
I told him what happened and took the rag doll and kept it in a box with many garbage and until today I do not know about that doll and I do not want to know more about them, since then I have been very afraid of the rag dolls .
and even here my little story that happened to me when I was younger if I could put some rag doll that looks like the one I'm telling you but no rag doll looks like that
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