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The world that we live in is unfathomable if we even truly knew a quarter of what is really out there, it would blow our minds. I decided to make a special file for the stories that come across my desk. Stories that fill the mind with wonder and make you question your reality and it is here, that I plan on sharing them with you.
So lets get to it Case #1 The Carousel:
"There was a ghost of a little girl in my childhood home. I think her name was Joanne, but I don't know why I think that. She was probably around 7 or 8, with curly blonde hair and an old corduroy dress. She liked a carousel toy I had in my room, and my porcelain dolls. I always turned my carousel so that my favorite horse was in the front, and I would often come in to find a different horse visible. My dolls also turned to face different directions while I was sleeping. I saw her often as movement in the corner of my eye, or a shadow passing across a window at the height of a child. I saw her clearly as a full apparition only once. She was sitting on my bedroom floor and crying. There was also something else in that house. There was a long hallway in the basement leading to my bedroom, and the only light switch was at the opposite end. So to go to bed I had to turn off the hall light then walk in darkness about 30 feet to my room. Many nights I heard footsteps just behind mine, but on the ceiling. Not upstairs, but directly over my head. There was a strange hole in the laundry room floor, back in a corner, with no purpose we knew of. Sometimes I dreamed of being pulled out of my bed by a huge black mass and dragged into that hole. I found out years after moving that my siblings had the same dream for as long as they lived in that house, even after I left. I never saw this thing, but I knew it was malevolent somehow. Big bad vibes. When my parents sold the house and I went back to get what remained of my things from my childhood room, I stood in the middle of my bedroom holding my carousel, and told the little girl that if she didn't want to stay here with the other entity, she and only she was welcome to attach herself to my carousel, and come with me. I waited for about 20 minutes, then left. That carousel stayed in storage in an unattached garage for years, and I kind of forgot all about it. Eventually I decided to clean out the space and throw away things I didn't want anymore, and I found my old childhood carousel. I brought it in, hoping my (then very young) daughter would like it. That night things in my apartment started disappearing. I started seeing movement in the corner of my eye, shadows the size of a child but much bigger than my then toddler. I realized Joanne had taken me up on my offer, and I had accidentally left her in my garage for years. Eventually I bought an old porcelain doll like the ones I'd had as a kid, apologized to her for leaving her outside, and asked her to stop moving my things. Things calmed down after that, though I still sometimes see a figure, now much smaller than my teenaged daughter, out of the corner of my eye. I make a point to keep my carousel in the house now. Every time I move it's one of the first things I bring inside. I've never felt anything like whatever that other thing was since." - -Mikayla W.