New Zealander auctions "ghosts" in a bottle

[Bojangles]

You used to visit your grandmother so much when you were little that she actually turned one of the rooms in the house to a bedroom just for you. When she did this, it was a big surprise for you, and when you walked into the room for the first time, there was the doll, sitting right on your new bed. At first, you were very happy. Not only did you have your own room at your grandmother's house, but you also had a new doll to tote around, which you named Elsa. However, that didn't last very long. On your first night sleeping in your new bed, everything was fine, you cuddled the doll (Elsa) to your chest and fell right asleep. The next night, however, was a different story. It was a Saturday night, your Grandma tucked you in, and then it was lights out. The doll was pressed against your chest once again, and shortly after having a chat with your new doll baby, you fell right asleep. It wasn't long before you woke up due to a pinching pain in your side. You scratched at it, then fell back asleep. The next morning you woke up and your side was really sore. You lifted up your shirt and found marks on your side that looked like you had been bitten by something human-like.

That was your first incident with the doll, but it most certainly wasn't the last, nor was it your scariest moment with the doll. You were so scared of the doll, that you would never take it home with you, no matter how much your grandma insisted. You would just tell her that you wanted to leave it there so you would never forget it when you visited. That way you would always have your bed buddy to cuddle up with when you fell asleep. Secretly, you were so scared of it that you hated the thing. When staying at your grandmother's, you would shut it up in the closet when you went to bed. However, when your grandmother died, she left the doll to you. You couldn't refuse it, and you think destroying it or throwing it away would just be disrepectful.