In was around 5 or 6 years old, my grandma collects porceline dolls. There was this one doll that I hated, it always had a stupid expression on its face, so I always throw it around around trying to break it. Then one day my grandma caught me throwing it and told me don't be mean to the dolls because they'll be mean to me. When she left my room I told the doll I hate you and throw it one final time. That night I went to sleep around 9 pm, remembering my grandma's warning I locked my door so the doll wouldn't get in. I woke up to giggling, I looking around my room and I see nothing, thinking it was just my imagintation I went back to sleep. I woke up again because I felt presure on me I open my eyes and saw the doll on top of me. I was so scared I couldn't move. The doll just kept looking at me then finally it said, Be nice to me or else. I throw the doll across my room and I hide under the covers the rest of the night. When I woke up I thought it was a bad dream, I looked to my right and saw the doll next to me. I jumped up and ran to the door and I saw it was still locked. And to this day I'm nice to the doll.