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Tell me a spooky scary story. Something that happened to you, or someone you know, or local folklore, or something your uncle told you by the campfire. Paranormal experiences welcome. I want to look like pic attached.
(just nothing involving SA pls and thanks)
FUCK NO. Good job being a smart 4 yr old and escaping the attic grabber. Also, this is so engrossingly written, good job. ⭐ It made me mad at your brother.
You also reminded me of my attic story. My old job was at a non-profit in this century-old Victorian house.
We got bored one night, and me and 2 night crew friends got a ladder and went up there. All that was there was a single, old, wooden highchair with a porcelain doll in it. The chair faced and touched the wall, so that the doll's face lined up exactly with a small circular window, the only source of light in the attic.
Since then, I have lost all curiosity about attics.
I have a very similar story about a doll facing thr wall in a chair but it was down a dark staff corridor at a sea world. Used to love going there cos fishies but i was terrified ever since and wouldn't go again.
I was like 4 maybe 5 but there's something absurdly primal of the fear of a doll turned away from me. I wonder why that is.
Ugh, dolls
Fuck that noise