Junkyard
Generally Running Circles
I have been involved with a few paranormal events in my life, unfortunately I am young and will probably have more. One instance was a little spooky.
My step-mothers den was a scary place to start off with, it was the first room you entered when you step through the front door. My step-mother liked the old Victorian style tapestries and every inch of thee den was covered with something. She kept a lot of porcelain dolls in this room, they were on the mantle above the fireplace, every couch end table had them, the coffee table had about 6 or more. Also in this room was a lot silk plants, none was real, and the room felt that way. She had a wall piano and a couple of doll cabinets filled with dolls and antique china. The walls were covered with little mirrors and old paintings of things and places I have never seen. In this room I have observed on many occasions that I and others who were here would keep their hands and arms tucked in close to their bodies, as if they were afraid to touch anything. This room had the feeling that it would easily break just from walking, you would feel that your foot steps could easily shake this entire room to pieces. This room was delicate.
One particular morning I was leaving for work, the time was 3:30am. I passed through the kitchen and entered the den. On the way out the door the center of the room is to my left, just next to the door out the house is a love seat that sticks out into the room and touches a table end that is up against the wall. From the table end is the larger couch that is part of the furniture set, this couch faces the room and its back is up against the front window of the house. The coffee table is centered between these two seats.
The lights were dim as it was still dark outside, I did not want to awaken those that were asleep. As I briskly but carefully walked through this room my left thigh would rub up against the love seat as I would reach for the door knob. I did this every morning as a way to keep my balance in this teetering room, I felt the floor boards beneath my feet creak and shift as I walked over them. Just as my hand almost reached the door knob my attention was caught by a little porcelain piece on the coffee table. This was an interesting doll to say the least. This doll was that of an old man in his late 60s or older sitting on a chair playing a cello, this was also a doll that played music with, an "On and Off" switch that was stiff and almost never worked because it was so old a person can allow this doll to come alive. It was animated in the sense that the head would turn back and forth and right hand of this old man would move from left to right carressing the bow across the porcelain strings of the cello. This played and very deep and soothing music that would enter the soul and sway a person back and forth as they would sit and listen to the music that resonated throughout their body. It was comforting to hear such magnificent sound and rhythm that can stop your mind from wondering and your cares would drift from you to never worry about again.
I liked this doll and as a child I feared it and this room, the dolls would almost stare at you while you were in their home. You can feel their piercing cold eyes like pins pricking at your soul.
As I turned to face this doll I could hear the music that it would play, this was odd as I did not know that this doll worked anymore. A chill ran up my spine, as I decided to take a closer look and make sure it was not my imagination running wild. As I neared the doll I saw the head move and the hand that held the bow slowly gracing the cello, I stood there in a moment of silence and awe as the music entered my soul. I reached down to turn of the doll, I moved the switch and it shut off, the switch was difficult to move, which ruled out my first thought that my nephew was playing around with it the previous day. I quickly stood up and moved my way around the couch and out the front door, I had been around other strange events and this one called for a quick decision to get out and shake my body uncontrollably almost in a shiver.
My suspicion was correct as I asked if my brother had been around during the day with my nephew, sure enough they had not come by in over a week. I had passed through the den every morning before anyone else was awake in the mornings and I was the last to pass through in the evenings when I returned home from work, if this doll had been turned on I would have known the night before when I got home from work. Shortly after this event I would come face to face with the culprit(maybe "face" is not the right word)...
My step-mothers den was a scary place to start off with, it was the first room you entered when you step through the front door. My step-mother liked the old Victorian style tapestries and every inch of thee den was covered with something. She kept a lot of porcelain dolls in this room, they were on the mantle above the fireplace, every couch end table had them, the coffee table had about 6 or more. Also in this room was a lot silk plants, none was real, and the room felt that way. She had a wall piano and a couple of doll cabinets filled with dolls and antique china. The walls were covered with little mirrors and old paintings of things and places I have never seen. In this room I have observed on many occasions that I and others who were here would keep their hands and arms tucked in close to their bodies, as if they were afraid to touch anything. This room had the feeling that it would easily break just from walking, you would feel that your foot steps could easily shake this entire room to pieces. This room was delicate.
One particular morning I was leaving for work, the time was 3:30am. I passed through the kitchen and entered the den. On the way out the door the center of the room is to my left, just next to the door out the house is a love seat that sticks out into the room and touches a table end that is up against the wall. From the table end is the larger couch that is part of the furniture set, this couch faces the room and its back is up against the front window of the house. The coffee table is centered between these two seats.
The lights were dim as it was still dark outside, I did not want to awaken those that were asleep. As I briskly but carefully walked through this room my left thigh would rub up against the love seat as I would reach for the door knob. I did this every morning as a way to keep my balance in this teetering room, I felt the floor boards beneath my feet creak and shift as I walked over them. Just as my hand almost reached the door knob my attention was caught by a little porcelain piece on the coffee table. This was an interesting doll to say the least. This doll was that of an old man in his late 60s or older sitting on a chair playing a cello, this was also a doll that played music with, an "On and Off" switch that was stiff and almost never worked because it was so old a person can allow this doll to come alive. It was animated in the sense that the head would turn back and forth and right hand of this old man would move from left to right carressing the bow across the porcelain strings of the cello. This played and very deep and soothing music that would enter the soul and sway a person back and forth as they would sit and listen to the music that resonated throughout their body. It was comforting to hear such magnificent sound and rhythm that can stop your mind from wondering and your cares would drift from you to never worry about again.
I liked this doll and as a child I feared it and this room, the dolls would almost stare at you while you were in their home. You can feel their piercing cold eyes like pins pricking at your soul.
As I turned to face this doll I could hear the music that it would play, this was odd as I did not know that this doll worked anymore. A chill ran up my spine, as I decided to take a closer look and make sure it was not my imagination running wild. As I neared the doll I saw the head move and the hand that held the bow slowly gracing the cello, I stood there in a moment of silence and awe as the music entered my soul. I reached down to turn of the doll, I moved the switch and it shut off, the switch was difficult to move, which ruled out my first thought that my nephew was playing around with it the previous day. I quickly stood up and moved my way around the couch and out the front door, I had been around other strange events and this one called for a quick decision to get out and shake my body uncontrollably almost in a shiver.
My suspicion was correct as I asked if my brother had been around during the day with my nephew, sure enough they had not come by in over a week. I had passed through the den every morning before anyone else was awake in the mornings and I was the last to pass through in the evenings when I returned home from work, if this doll had been turned on I would have known the night before when I got home from work. Shortly after this event I would come face to face with the culprit(maybe "face" is not the right word)...
