1. Frozen, I watched as the doll’s open mouth slowly shut.
“When I was little, I had one of those Minnie Mouse plushes, with the cute costume and the big open-mouthed grin. I even had a studio portrait taken with it that turned out beautifully. Well, I woke up one morning, and was just lying in my bed, looking over the edge of my bed at my toys scattered on the ground. All of a sudden, as I was looking at my Minnie doll, it started…talking. It made almost a hissing noise, then it started whispering my name. Frozen, I watched as the doll’s open mouth slowly shut. I ran out of the room as fast as my little feet would carry me. My parents dismissed it as my imagination. Until I showed them the doll’s permanently closed mouth. We went back and looked at the studio portrait. That doll’s mouth had been open. It would not come apart now no matter how hard we pulled. I don’t know what happened. Maybe I’ll never know. But I didn’t touch that doll again. It wasn’t as friendly looking with a closed mouth.”
2. I realized it wasn’t a rock…it was a thumb.
“I remember playing in my grandparent’s backyard when I was like 6. My grandfather was tending to his garden and I was picking up rocks. One of the rocks I picked up looked weird. I realized it wasn’t a rock…it was a thumb. A severed thumb. No blood but it was hard and pale. I freaked out and threw it. Then ran to my grandfather. He searched the area I told him I tossed it but nothing. I swear I know what I saw. Really put off by rock collecting after that.”