posted on Apr, 30 2008 @ 04:23 AM
When I think about it I always remember it as something that defiantly happened. But not that I [iTknew she was getting up and walking and would
follow me. Just that I remember seeing it. And it's possible that I could've been in a dream like state sitting up and imaging her walking towards
me and somehow picked her up and put her there. And having no memory of picking her up. Then waking up and being frightened because I thought she'd
gotten there herself. But how I remember it exactly is how I typed it. And it feels very real in my memory. And I know how you perceive
something to be when it happened gets clouded over time and turns later into how it happened. But this experience feels particularly real.
Found out more info on the doll:
Ok it came into our family when my dad was 12. On a cruise to Sydney(I live in Melbourne.) My pop being the great guy he was, walked around and talked
to everyone and made friends. And he befriended a Spanish man in Sydney. The Spanish man gave him the doll for my Grandma. Apparently it was already
quite old + 40 years it's been with us The doll was about 3 and a half feet high. Had long black hair, wore a Spanish red lace dress,shoes,
traditional hat and painted face. The doll sat in my grandma's room and my dad described it as a 'happy doll.' My grandma was apprehensive first
about the doll, then dad said suddenly one day she grew very fond of it. And my grandma gave me that doll when I was little, it was just brought out
when I was a little bit older. Mmm so dad says he remembers the doll made him feel a comfortable when he was in his Mum's room. Can't find any pics
sorry, I got dad to try and find some pics on the net but he can't. He said it's probably in the attic, which is attached to my room.