This is really the most disturbing film I have ever seen.
I remember the start of the film. Two girls own a doll. There are spooky occurrences in their home and they begin to associate the occurrences with the doll. Eventually they throw it out into a rubbish bin and go on a night out. They return and the doll is sitting in the hall. As they open the door a red crayon rolls out across the floor and stops at their feet. All around the apartment a sentence is written across the wall and ceiling. It read “I missed you”. Oh the chill that went down my spine!
In my house I must admit there are regular banging noises. They tend to happen just as I am about to fall asleep.
I really did not think much about this until I had a really bad day. I went to bed fearful of the week to come. Thoughts rushed around my head flicking through all the various doomsday type scenarios in my life that could happen in the next few days. I do not really drink but I bought two cans of beer. I only drank one can because I began to feel worse than I did before I opened the can. I decided to go to bed.
I sat on the edge of the bed struggling to keep myself together. After a few minutes I got into bed, weary and drained from the days before and all the negativity my ego spun around my head, like a DJ that knows how to move you with different songs except the DJ in my mind was playing all sorts of scary feelings and thoughts that was plummeting me into despair.
I lay in my bed feeling punished by people in my world who were heaping blame on me for which I was not deserving. Then as I tried to sleep I felt my duvet falling slowly and gently onto my shoulders and neck. I really felt like something had lovingly tucked me in. I fell asleep instantly despite the fact that I felt so emotional and troubled.
I like to write about these situations because when I talk like this people either stare into space or I am met with comments like “Are you sure” or “No, there`s got to be a logical explanation” and the person will list out possibilities of what these things could be, which is anything apart from the paranormal.
I will admit I do not know myself what all these noises are that happen whenever I go to sleep. What I do know is I never feel alone in my house. I write almost every day sometimes for eight or nine hours. I never feel alone. That is how I feel about it. I do not need to explain this to myself or others. I do not need to get a priest. I just know that I always feel safe in my home and I never feel isolated as I write for hours.