Haunted Object #2, The Dollhouse

One night when our daughter was about five, we had all gone to bed late. As we were finally drifting off to sleep, the silence was suddenly shattered by a loud crash from upstairs, directly over our heads in our daughter’s room.

It sounded like something heavy was thrown down and smashed to pieces. I jumped out of bed in a panic. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, she appeared at the top, wide-eyed and crying about the “scary noise.” I briefly peeked into her room but saw nothing out of place.

My husband went up and searched, expecting to find the dresser toppled or my old dollhouse on the floor. When he couldn’t find any cause for the crash, he said the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and the air in the room felt dense and prickly.

In the daylight we searched the attic and the roof and around the yard but could never find a cause. My daughter was sure the sound came from the dollhouse, which was still sitting on a table next to her bed. She insisted that we put it in the attic after that, and it’s been in storage ever since.