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First post here so be gentle…
When I was very young, probably about four or five, we lived in a lovely old detached cottage in East Devon where all manner of very odd things happened, but this one incident seemed madder than the rest.
I had a Pooh Bear at the time, and took it absolutely everywhere with me, and even insisted on having it in the bed with me at night.
One morning I woke quite early (it was only just getting light) and was instantly surprised that Pooh was missing (I actually used it as a pillow, so I knew straight away that it wasn’t there).
I was lying facing the wall, and I heard a very soft sort of shuffling noise coming from behind me (c’mon guys, you must know where I’m going with this now!).
I slowly turned over in bed to face the room, and was dumbstruck to see the Pooh Bear walking across the floor with its back to me. As I watched, it slowly made its way to a chest of drawers and began rummaging through them. As I watched, fascinated by what I was seeing, it suddenly snapped its head round and looked straight at me.
Panicked, I dived back into a sleeping position and closed my eyes tight, hoping it hadn’t noticed me. I heard the soft shuffling noise again and, after a few seconds, couldn’t resist opening my eyes slightly, and this time it was practically standing over me with its face no more than a couple of inches away from mine.
I span away from it so that now I was facing the wall, and it was there too! I turned to look at the room again it was still there standing on the side of the bed, then when I looked back to the wall again it was still there as well. The next time I looked at the room it had vanished, and when I looked back at the wall-side of the bed the Pooh Bear was inanimate again and back on top of the pillows where I’d put him the night before.
My mum loves trotting this story out in front of friends and everyone has a good old laugh at my expense, but I think deep down she knows there was something very odd about that house (she had many unexplained experiences of her own there).
You’re probably going to dismiss this as a dream, but I know for a fact that I was as wide awake as can be and can picture it all as clear as can be even to this day (I’m 35 now).
Has anyone else experienced toys which have come to life?
When I was very young, probably about four or five, we lived in a lovely old detached cottage in East Devon where all manner of very odd things happened, but this one incident seemed madder than the rest.
I had a Pooh Bear at the time, and took it absolutely everywhere with me, and even insisted on having it in the bed with me at night.
One morning I woke quite early (it was only just getting light) and was instantly surprised that Pooh was missing (I actually used it as a pillow, so I knew straight away that it wasn’t there).
I was lying facing the wall, and I heard a very soft sort of shuffling noise coming from behind me (c’mon guys, you must know where I’m going with this now!).
I slowly turned over in bed to face the room, and was dumbstruck to see the Pooh Bear walking across the floor with its back to me. As I watched, it slowly made its way to a chest of drawers and began rummaging through them. As I watched, fascinated by what I was seeing, it suddenly snapped its head round and looked straight at me.
Panicked, I dived back into a sleeping position and closed my eyes tight, hoping it hadn’t noticed me. I heard the soft shuffling noise again and, after a few seconds, couldn’t resist opening my eyes slightly, and this time it was practically standing over me with its face no more than a couple of inches away from mine.
I span away from it so that now I was facing the wall, and it was there too! I turned to look at the room again it was still there standing on the side of the bed, then when I looked back to the wall again it was still there as well. The next time I looked at the room it had vanished, and when I looked back at the wall-side of the bed the Pooh Bear was inanimate again and back on top of the pillows where I’d put him the night before.
My mum loves trotting this story out in front of friends and everyone has a good old laugh at my expense, but I think deep down she knows there was something very odd about that house (she had many unexplained experiences of her own there).
You’re probably going to dismiss this as a dream, but I know for a fact that I was as wide awake as can be and can picture it all as clear as can be even to this day (I’m 35 now).
Has anyone else experienced toys which have come to life?