[Suzanne rose]

True Ghost Stories Are You A Believer ?​

The Haunted Doll​

When you think of haunted dolls, it’s likely the creepy old Victorian-looking porcelain kind that springs to mind. None of which you probably have laying around. Still, don’t get too comfortable around any kids toys too soon, though: a Disney’s Frozen Elsa doll that was gifted for Christmas 2013 in the Houston area made headlines earlier this year when it seemingly became haunted.

The doll recited phrases from the movie Frozen and sang “Let It Go” when a button on its necklace was pressed.

“For two years it did that in English,” mother Emily Madonia said. “In 2015, it started doing it alternating between Spanish and English. There wasn’t a button that changed these, it was just random."

The family has owned the doll for more than six years and never changed its batteries. The mother says the doll would randomly begin to speak and sing even with its switch turned off.

The family decided to throw the creepy doll out in December of 2019. Weeks later, they found it inside a bench in their living room. “The kids insisted they didn’t put it there, and I believed them because they wouldn’t have dug through the garbage outside,” Madonia told KPRC2 Houston News.

At that point, Elsa ceased to sing the English rendition of “Let It Go” altogether, speaking only Spanish when pressed. The family then double-bagged the bizarre doll and placed it at the bottom of their garbage which was taken out on garbage day. They went on a trip shortly after, but when they returned, Elsa too had come back, and was waiting in the backyard of their home.

This time, the family mailed Elsa to a family friend in Minnesota, who taped the haunted doll to the front bumper of his truck. It doesn’t seem to have made its way back to Houston yet

 

[Suzanne rose]

True Ghost Stories​

The Ghost of Oxford Milford Road​

THE STORYTELLER: WRITER AND EDITOR BRAD CULP​

When Brad Culp was a student at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, there was a rumor that the town was one of the most haunted places in America. When Culp started an on-campus magazine, he couldn’t wait to write about several of the area’s most famous phantoms. Not long after his story published, though, he kept finding himself thinking about one ghost in particular—the ghost of Oxford Milford Road.
As the story goes, many decades ago, probably sometime in the 1940s, there was a young man courting a young woman in a rural part of town. Because the woman’s parents didn’t approve of the match, each night he visited under the cover of darkness. After her parents went to bed, the young woman would sneak out of her farmhouse and flash the lights of her parent’s car three times. Then her young suitor would ride his motorcycle down the road.
“One night he took the turn right before her house a little too sharp,” says Culp. The motorcycle went one way, he went the other. His injuries were so severe that he did not survive. Rumor has it, however, that his lovestruck ghost still haunts this stretch of Milford Road.
Curious, Culp, his girlfriend (now his wife), and a friend decided to head out there one night to see if they could verify the tale. His girlfriend was worried she’d be completely freaked out. “She believes more in that stuff than I do,” Culp says. But he was mostly concerned that his suspicions—that none of this was actually true—would be confirmed. On this particular night, as Culp passed the abandoned farm, an idea came to him, and he pitched it to his girlfriend (how could she not say yes?). Though reluctant, she relented, and Culp turned a short way into the farmhouse driveway.

He killed the engine and flashed his lights three times. “No joke, there was a single headlight that appeared three-quarters of a mile down the road,” Culp says. “You saw it start to come, going pretty slow. It kept coming and coming. My wife was freaking out. It was coming closer and closer.” As a collision seemed imminent, Culp turned on his car’s lights. He expected to see a kid on a bike, bailing out from his prank now that he’d been caught. “But there’s nothing there. The light is just gone,” he says.
They got out of the car. They walked around, trying to figure out what it was they could have seen. “To this day, we still talk about it. I saw something I cannot explain,” he says. If you get him and his wife around a campfire, they’ll swear up and down that the story is true. And if you’re ever in Oxford, Ohio, consider parking for just a few minutes on Oxford Milford Road at night to test your own nerve.

​

 

[Sethia Soliman]

True Ghost Stories Are You A Believer ?​

The Haunted Doll​

When you think of haunted dolls, it’s likely the creepy old Victorian-looking porcelain kind that springs to mind. None of which you probably have laying around. Still, don’t get too comfortable around any kids toys too soon, though: a Disney’s Frozen Elsa doll that was gifted for Christmas 2013 in the Houston area made headlines earlier this year when it seemingly became haunted.




The family decided to throw the creepy doll out in December of 2019. Weeks later, they found it inside a bench in their living room. “The kids insisted they didn’t put it there, and I believed them because they wouldn’t have dug through the garbage outside,” Madonia told KPRC2 Houston News.

At that point, Elsa ceased to sing the English rendition of “Let It Go” altogether, speaking only Spanish when pressed. The family then double-bagged the bizarre doll and placed it at the bottom of their garbage which was taken out on garbage day. They went on a trip shortly after, but when they returned, Elsa too had come back, and was waiting in the backyard of their home.

This time, the family mailed Elsa to a family friend in Minnesota, who taped the haunted doll to the front bumper of his truck. It doesn’t seem to have made its way back to Houston yet

I LOVE THIS IDEA! And yes, I do NOT trust dolls at all. Aside from finding them creepy, my mum and nan once told me that they, too, had a bad encounter with one of my dolls back when I was still a baby.

So, when I was about a year old, my mum lived and worked abroad, so whenever she got the chance to fly back home, she would gift me a doll! Well, one of the dolls she bought me was a Japanese life-sized doll, that was supposed to talk and blink by itself. However, only a few nights after she gave me the doll, she heard 'me' giggling by myself in the bedroom at around midnight.

I was supposed to be asleep, so she thought it was weird that I was still up... When she opened the lights to check on me, she saw the Japanese doll she just bought standing up in the middle of the room, and little me fast asleep. It was weird, as she didn't leave it there, but that's not the scariest part. While she was approaching to pick it up, it started delivering one of its pre-recorded lines. She immediately grabbed the doll, told my nan about it and they burned it the next day.

You're probably thinking, 'Huh? But the doll was designed to talk?' Well, yes... But it was newly bought and it didn't have batteries in it yet...

After that, my mum never bought me dolls and had our house 'blessed' by a priest, as my nan is religious!

 

[Jarred Santos]

Oohh I love this idea, @Suzanne rose! I consider myself a huge sceptic when it comes to things like this, but I've had a few experiences I can't explain.

One was seeing a 'solid' shadow (I hope that makes sense) pass through a doorway back in uni when I stayed with some mates in an apartment for a short time. That place gave other friends of ours, who claimed they could sense the unseen, this off vibe. Like something wasn't right with the place.

That was also the place where one time, I heard footsteps in another room. I thought one of my friends just had some downtime from classes and went back to catch a break.

When I checked, I was alone.

I avoided being by myself in that place after that, partly because of this unsettling feeling of having something---as opposed to someone---with me or us.

 

[Littleboy8]

I LOVE THIS IDEA! And yes, I do NOT trust dolls at all. Aside from finding them creepy, my mum and nan once told me that they, too, had a bad encounter with one of my dolls back when I was still a baby.

So, when I was about a year old, my mum lived and worked abroad, so whenever she got the chance to fly back home, she would gift me a doll! Well, one of the dolls she bought me was a Japanese life-sized doll, that was supposed to talk and blink by itself. However, only a few nights after she gave me the doll, she heard 'me' giggling by myself in the bedroom at around midnight.

I was supposed to be asleep, so she thought it was weird that I was still up... When she opened the lights to check on me, she saw the Japanese doll she just bought standing up in the middle of the room, and little me fast asleep. It was weird, as she didn't leave it there, but that's not the scariest part. While she was approaching to pick it up, it started delivering one of its pre-recorded lines. She immediately grabbed the doll, told my nan about it and they burned it the next day.

You're probably thinking, 'Huh? But the doll was designed to talk?' Well, yes... But it was newly bought and it didn't have batteries in it yet...

After that, my mum never bought me dolls and had our house 'blessed' by a priest, as my nan is religious!

Eeeewchukky comes to mind

 

[janj]

We had a baby ghost in our house years ago, it would come from son's bedroom into ours for a few minutes and go back, that's all it did , but when it did that the room got freezing cold. We had a church group around and they told it to go and have peace it did. this is a true story

 

[Observer]

I am too much of a realist to acknowledge ghosts. Am the same when it comes to religion too.
I need the proof that they exist.

 

[Luckyus]

True Ghost Stories Are You A Believer ?​

The Haunted Doll​

When you think of haunted dolls, it’s likely the creepy old Victorian-looking porcelain kind that springs to mind. None of which you probably have laying around. Still, don’t get too comfortable around any kids toys too soon, though: a Disney’s Frozen Elsa doll that was gifted for Christmas 2013 in the Houston area made headlines earlier this year when it seemingly became haunted.




The family decided to throw the creepy doll out in December of 2019. Weeks later, they found it inside a bench in their living room. “The kids insisted they didn’t put it there, and I believed them because they wouldn’t have dug through the garbage outside,” Madonia told KPRC2 Houston News.

At that point, Elsa ceased to sing the English rendition of “Let It Go” altogether, speaking only Spanish when pressed. The family then double-bagged the bizarre doll and placed it at the bottom of their garbage which was taken out on garbage day. They went on a trip shortly after, but when they returned, Elsa too had come back, and was waiting in the backyard of their home.

This time, the family mailed Elsa to a family friend in Minnesota, who taped the haunted doll to the front bumper of his truck. It doesn’t seem to have made its way back to Houston yet

I remember being in a friends cousins house behind Victoria Dock in London one night, when I happened to see a shadowy movement pass the door. When I checked I noticed that it moved up the stairs, I mentioned it and was informed that I had seen the resident ghost!! it seems during the war the woman in the house had upon being told that she had lost her husband in that nights bombing, that she went up the stairs and topped herself, before that night I didn't believe in ghosts I now have an open mind.

 

[Littleboy8]

I am too much of a realist to acknowledge ghosts. Am the same when it comes to religion too.
I need the proof that they exist.

Fair enough

 

[Tygie]

I lived in a haunted house when i was a kid - there was a young spirit 'upstairs' who was nice and gentle and did nothing but sit on the end of the beds - you'd move your leg at night and actually bump into it as if someone was really there.
The ones downstairs were different - One was under the internal staircase and made the whole area feel cold and would wrap the curtain that covered the opening under the stairs around you as you passed it. But the REAL TROUBLESOME one was the angry one that showed itself as a red & yellow cyclonic swirl that was under the house (the otherside of a door from the staircase one) and would chase you out of under the house and gave us all the creeps and a definate vibe of it not wanting us there - it never hurt us just scared us.
We learnt to co-exist with these as they didn't harm us but i was glad to get out of there when i was a teenager still.
I have other stories but i don't have time to relay them and this is the nicest one the rest are crazy or even scarier!
So yes i do believe in SPIRITS.
TIPS: *Do not be scared of them, they were living people/animals once.
*The bad ones cannot hurt you if you don't show fear and tell them they are breaking the universal law if they try to. They are not all bad, but commonsense will let you figure out if they mean harm or not.

 

[Littleboy8]

Oohh I love this idea, @Suzanne rose! I consider myself a huge sceptic when it comes to things like this, but I've had a few experiences I can't explain.

One was seeing a 'solid' shadow (I hope that makes sense) pass through a doorway back in uni when I stayed with some mates in an apartment for a short time. That place gave other friends of ours, who claimed they could sense the unseen, this off vibe. Like something wasn't right with the place.

That was also the place where one time, I heard footsteps in another room. I thought one of my friends just had some downtime from classes and went back to catch a break.

When I checked, I was alone.

I avoided being by myself in that place after that, partly because of this unsettling feeling of having something---as opposed to someone---with me or us.

Good drugs in those days were they

 

[Luckyus]

Good drugs in those days were they

It all rather depends on the decade?

 

[StarTrekker]

I don't know if this is true or not but this story was making the rounds at the Queen Victoria Hospital when it was in Lonsdale St, Melbourne.

One night a long time ago there was a Midwife and a student nurse working in the Maternity ward on the third floor.
As a few of you might know that Night shift has less staff than the Day or Evening shifts.
Just after the clock struck one the Midwife took her evening break of 30 mins and told the nurse if anything went wrong she was to call the Night Supervisory sister.
Ten minutes after the Midwife left on of the new mothers started haemorrhaging and the poor nurse didn't know what to do when the Night Sister was sorting out something in another ward.
All of a sudden a Nurse dressed in an old fashioned uniform came in and asked what the matter was and the student nurse told her.
The Nurse told her to get a wooden chopping board from the kitchen and a few sheets. The Nurse put the board on the new mother's abdomen and tied it tight with the sheets. Then she left.
The Midwife returned and asked if everything was alright and the student replied that she has help from another nurse in a time of difficulty.
The Midwife praised thee nurse for getting another nurse to help but the student said she was unable to get the Night Supervisory sister and that this came without her being called.
The Midwife asked what the nurse looked like and the student explained about the old uniform.
The Midwife smiled and told the nurse that she was Sister Mary and had died near the middle of the 20th Century and wanders the 3rd floor helping when needed.

 

[Veggiepatch]

Eeeewchukky comes to mind

I immediately thought of Karen Black in the "Trilogy of Terror". That African Doll gave me the creeps for years!

 

[Veggiepatch]

She immediately grabbed the doll, told my nan about it and they burned it the next day.

Didn't work for Karen Black.....

If you haven't seen the movie, it's a good 'un.

 

[Red_101au]

I immediately thought of Karen Black in the "Trilogy of Terror". That African Doll gave me the creeps for years!

loved that trilogy.... Karen Black was the perfect choice for the role

 

[Observer]

I don't know if this is true or not but this story was making the rounds at the Queen Victoria Hospital when it was in Lonsdale St, Melbourne.

One night a long time ago there was a Midwife and a student nurse working in the Maternity ward on the third floor.
As a few of you might know that Night shift has less staff than the Day or Evening shifts.
Just after the clock struck one the Midwife took her evening break of 30 mins and told the nurse if anything went wrong she was to call the Night Supervisory sister.
Ten minutes after the Midwife left on of the new mothers started haemorrhaging and the poor nurse didn't know what to do when the Night Sister was sorting out something in another ward.
All of a sudden a Nurse dressed in an old fashioned uniform came in and asked what the matter was and the student nurse told her.
The Nurse told her to get a wooden chopping board from the kitchen and a few sheets. The Nurse put the board on the new mother's abdomen and tied it tight with the sheets. Then she left.
The Midwife returned and asked if everything was alright and the student replied that she has help from another nurse in a time of difficulty.
The Midwife praised thee nurse for getting another nurse to help but the student said she was unable to get the Night Supervisory sister and that this came without her being called.
The Midwife asked what the nurse looked like and the student explained about the old uniform.
The Midwife smiled and told the nurse that she was Sister Mary and had died near the middle of the 20th Century and wanders the 3rd floor helping when needed.

Nice story. Sounds like you have been sitting around 1 too many campfires

 

[Ricki]

When we lived in Switzerland in a 500+ yrs old house I would often hear footsteps of a child running around in the second floor. At first I'd thought one of the kids had skipped school but after investigating no one was home. This went on for months.
One day I mentioned it laughingly to a workmate and she told me the history of the house.
In the late 1700's a family with a number of children lived there.
Now at the back of the house outside there was a water trough fed by a spring from the mountain behind us. It seems a young child of 2 yrs climbed up and fell in to the trough and drowned. It seems ever since any one who lived there heard the running. The kids loved it and my youngest would often be heard talking to someone in her room. Strange but true.

 

[Suzanne rose]

I LOVE THIS IDEA! And yes, I do NOT trust dolls at all. Aside from finding them creepy, my mum and nan once told me that they, too, had a bad encounter with one of my dolls back when I was still a baby.

So, when I was about a year old, my mum lived and worked abroad, so whenever she got the chance to fly back home, she would gift me a doll! Well, one of the dolls she bought me was a Japanese life-sized doll, that was supposed to talk and blink by itself. However, only a few nights after she gave me the doll, she heard 'me' giggling by myself in the bedroom at around midnight.

I was supposed to be asleep, so she thought it was weird that I was still up... When she opened the lights to check on me, she saw the Japanese doll she just bought standing up in the middle of the room, and little me fast asleep. It was weird, as she didn't leave it there, but that's not the scariest part. While she was approaching to pick it up, it started delivering one of its pre-recorded lines. She immediately grabbed the doll, told my nan about it and they burned it the next day.

You're probably thinking, 'Huh? But the doll was designed to talk?' Well, yes... But it was newly bought and it didn't have batteries in it yet...

After that, my mum never bought me dolls and had our house 'blessed' by a priest, as my nan is religious!

Now that's creepy

 

[Suzanne rose]

When we lived in Switzerland in a 500+ yrs old house I would often hear footsteps of a child running around in the second floor. At first I'd thought one of the kids had skipped school but after investigating no one was home. This went on for months.
One day I mentioned it laughingly to a workmate and she told me the history of the house.
In the late 1700's a family with a number of children lived there.
Now at the back of the house outside there was a water trough fed by a spring from the mountain behind us. It seems a young child of 2 yrs climbed up and fell in to the trough and drowned. It seems ever since any one who lived there heard the running. The kids loved it and my youngest would often be heard talking to someone in her room. Strange but true.

I was reading somewhere that when a child dies tragically their spirit sometimes stay on as it's scared to move on or they just don't realise they are gone