Ghost Stories

One day while I was cleaning my room, I kept hearing a little girl’s voice behind me, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. Every time I heard her voice, I would turn around, and no one would be there. After a while, I figured it was just my sisters trying to scare me, so I blew it off as a prank. Then every time I would turn around, stuff would fall of my dresser. I had a couple of porcelain dolls on my dresser, and I didn’t want any of them to break, so I moved them to the back of the dresser. When I turned around to clean my closet, I suddenly heard this loud creaking sound. The sound scared me so bad that I turned around, so I could leave the room. When I turned around, one of the dolls that I had placed on the back of my dresser started to inch forward. Then (as if somebody had smacked it), the doll flew of the dresser and hit the floor at least five feet away from the dresser. When I went over to pick up the doll, I saw that one of its legs had broken off. At first, I was kinda scared, but now I am the only one in my family that is not afraid of my room.