It was about 1-2 years ago. Back when I lived in a very small townhouse in New Brunswick, New Jersey.
My mother, Pam, LOVES to collect dolls. The expensive type. At the
time of this incident she had about 25-30 dolls that all
sat in this huge wooden glass case, which held the
television in the middle.
The day was peaceful and quiet. I knew for sure I was home alone. I had no pets what-so-
ever. Just me. I was looking for something to do that day,
for I was really, really bored. So, I decided to just lay
on my couch for a little while, which is located directly
in front of the glass case. As I was laying there, I wasn't
even slightly fatigued, I was just laying there staring at
the ceiling, and it was extremely quiet. All of a sudden I
heard a QUICK pitter patter, about 4 times. It sounded as
though a small figure had run across the carpeted floor
right past my head. I was extremely scared and I KNOW I was
not imagining it. About 4 seconds later my dad walked
in.
I believe that day a doll had run past my head KNOWING
my dad was about to walk in. Coincidence? I wouldn't think
so...
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