Hello,
Up until I was about 20 and I moved out of my parents house, my mother had this Brazilian doll made out of wood, and polished. It had only a head and torso, and the rest of it was made out of cloth. It had a kind of Nubian, or Amazonian (?) headpiece and a red cotton dress.
Well, for as long as I can remember, that doll always sat on the living room sofa, right in the center, like a showpiece. I never paid it much mind for most of my childhood, until one night, when I was sixteen, I had to use the bathroom really bad.
I ran through the hall, in the dark, as my eyes adjusted I saw a lump on the floor, I stopped and kind of inched my foot towards it. I tapped it with my foot and realized it was something cottony. I reached for the hallway light and when I turned it on, I realized it was that doll.
I didn't even give it any thought, because A) I had to pee, and B) we had a cat, so I picked the doll up, went to the living room really quick and threw it on the couch. I shut off the light and went to the bathroom.
When I was finished and making my way across the hall again, I stepped on something, pillowy and then something hard jabbed my foot.
It was like stepping on a rock.
Again I turned on the hall light, and THAT doll was there AGAIN!
I went around the house looking for the cat, turning all the lights on. Of course I managed to wake my sister up in the process.
She asked me what I was doing and I explained to her that I was looking for the cat, to which she told me my brother had let the cat out that night.
Now, we had no cat door, and to this day, my parents have NO cat door.
It was winter, so no windows were open.
I told my sister what had happened.
She, unlike me, didn't give it much thought.
She took the doll, threw it in the hallway closet and locked the door.
I went to bed, after what seemed like an eternity of heart palpitations, etc.
My mother looked for that doll, and we never told her where it was.
Of course, after I moved, I went to see my littlest sisters, and that doll was back on the couch.
Incidentally, my five year old sister begged my mother to get rid of it, and my mother packed it away somewhere.
I wouldn't say this story is necessarily paranormal in nature, but it is a curious one, none the less.
WW