Everyone, do you believe in dolls curses? I didn’t, until that time…
This happened when I was in the fifth grade.
It was the summer holidays and rather than going outside I was just reading manga in my room.
Midday was nice and warm so drowsiness snuck up on me and I fell asleep. I’m a dreamer so as usual I had a dream.
Even though it was a dream, I remember everything that happened exactly.
In the dream I was standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor.
In my hand I was holding a Korean doll with a rattling neck. Suddenly I threw it from the second floor window and it broke.
When I saw the doll I shuddered.
The doll I’d thrown was the one my parents had bought me when I was in third grade.
I’d broken that doll’s head by smashing it in with a rock.
My parents ended up throwing it away.
Suddenly the dream changed, and a woman covered in blood was looking at me.
I was so scared I woke up, but when I did…
I couldn’t move my arms or legs, and I couldn’t scream either. I had sleep paralysis.
I got more and more scared, and with all my might I tried to move but couldn’t.
Then suddenly, rattle rattle, the doll I’d thrown from the second floor window was coming up the stairs, step by step.
The reason I knew this was because it was a continuation of my dream.
When the doll reached the second floor it slowly rattled towards my room. I could feel it getting closer.
I was terrified and kept saying over and over in my head “don’t come, don’t come!” Suddenly I felt it disappear and I could move again.
I rushed downstairs to my family.
They say a doll maker puts part of their soul into each doll they make. I think the spirit of the doll I broke while playing with it turned into a grudge and attacked me in my dreams.
Now whenever I see a doll I shudder and think it’s going to attack me.
I don’t know when I’ll be attacked next.
If you buy a doll, make sure you look after it very carefully.