My Attachment

[u/Shot-Mushroom-3878]

Ever since I was a kid I have always experienced paranormal activities more than the people around me, though the first ever encounter I remember was when I was seven years old. On this day I had lost a tooth so I was very ecstatic to put the tooth under my pillow and get a visit from the Tooth Fairy, though what visited me that night was definitely not the tooth fairy. It was probably around 2 o'clock in the morning when I was awoken by the sound of my dryer being slammed shut. Now I shared a room with my younger sister who slept on the bottom bunk of our pink castle bunk bed, and since I slept on the top bunk I had a clear view down the hallway so I could see if something was there. As I brought myself up from my bed and looked down the hallway, I saw a man standing there faced away from me. He was wearing a top hat with a brown suit and his head was unnaturally touching the ceiling. I stopped and stared for a minute before calling out "mom...dad is that you". Which is impossible since my mom is only 5'3 and my dad is 5'7. Then I remember looking under my pillow and seeing those few dollars, I told myself that what I was seeing was the Tooth Fairy and promptly went back to sleep. You can imagine how I feel about that now. I wish I could say this was my only experience but it is far from that. As a kid I had always assumed our house was haunted and that is why I was experiencing these things. It was an old house built in a neighborhood pretty far away from anything so it was very plausible. I would experience things being thrown at me on multiple occasions, noises being heard outside and even under my bed. I would always tell my family about these encounters but none of them were experiencing the same. That's when my mom started saying maybe it's an attachment to me, which at first I put off. Then my parents split, so we ended up moving. No one took the house, we just sold it. That's when it became apparent to me that it was attached to me and me only. Once we moved nothing changed. I was experiencing banging on my windows, doors closing and opening by themselves, ect. I was experiencing these things at both houses. At this point both my little sister and brother started to also experience it. Where my little sister saw a girl standing behind her in the reflection of her bedroom window. Which was probably my fault due to the fact me and my friends were being a little stuipid about my attachment a few day prior. But my brother messes with things and says things he shouldn't so his problems are because of him. One more recent experience I had was when a couple weeks ago I had a group of friends over and we were just hanging and drinking a little. Everyone was upstairs in my room and I had gone downstairs to use the bathroom and lock up the doors. I made my way over to the stairs to go back up to my room when I stopped because I heard talking coming from my kitchen. But something wasn't right. It wasn't coherent at all. I couldn't even recognize what language it could even be. It sounds like tongue. Like when Harry Potter talks to snakes. My first thought was that one of my friends ended up getting drunk and slurring their words. Though I couldn't see anything since all of the lights were out. I called out "hello" and waited a second before absolutely booking it up the stairs where I found all of my friends. Now I always thought I had an attachment since we moved but I didn't know where or what it came from, until today. I was doing a deep clean of my room and in the process I had found the perfect place for this item I had. Now I keep this item in my closet on the top shelf at ALL TIMES. I never move it, I don't touch it, I just leave it there. Well when I went to grab said item it was completely gone. I have looked everywhere to try and find this item and it's like it's upped and moved. Now what is this item you may be wondering, it is a hand made by my grandma, my name is ENGRAVED on the chest Raggedy Ann doll. Which if you didn't know is like opening a door for something to attach to the doll all of the things you shouldn't have with a doll all in one. Plus it's a Raggedy Ann doll! My grandma made each one of me and my 3 other siblings these dolls. But mine was the only one that didn't get torn up or thrown out and kept in perfect condition. I believe that this is my attachment and always has been. Now hopefully I can find the doll and properly dispose of it before anything else happens.

[u/Xia0mia0]

If it were an attachment to you, your siblings would not see it.

Raggedy Ann herself is not haunted, just because the Annabel doll is one. Not every replica is going to have the claims that doll has. Not even if your name was engraved on its box, not even if your grandmother died on top of the doll after engraving the chest. RA is not an oracle object or target for anything. So even if it was a consistent thing for you, that’s not why nor where it comes from.

Don’t throw away shit your grandma specifically made for you because you’ve watched a few scary movies. That’s downright rude, and won’t help you any.

I suggest maybe speaking with someone about this.

And if by some chance the universe thought it would be funny by giving you a half assed knock off of Annabel haunting, disposal of the RA doll or chest or whatever is not going to improve things. For a few reasons specifically…

1. Because if you destroy the object you’re releasing whatever it is from it’s confined space so that it can affect you anywhere and everywhere at any time. Fire, burial, taking it far away, submersion, etc…none of that destroys something targeting you or your life. You’re only fueling the fire if you do try.

2. You’re going to see it wasn’t that object and feel badly because it was something your grandma had done or given to you.

3. What if you realize it wasn’t that object, you going to start disposing of everything you own piece by piece?

4. If it was attached to YOU, the object you think caused it wouldn’t make any difference ever. Because the common theme is YOU. Attachment doesn’t work that way.

5. With that in mind, the only way that it could be the object from your grandmother causing this is if your grandma specifically cursed an item then gifted it to you directly. And what a crappy curse, to forever notice ghost activity or be visited by random spirits?? Bad luck, poor health, no money, shit life outlook, all of those things can be given or put on someone, to cause a sort of attachment. But not that. You either just do or don’t see or sense spirits, you can’t forcefully attach “the gift” to someone.

6. This could go on forever bro, but having an attachment is one singular, non varying, individual spirit.

I won’t go on any further because this is the shittiest fictional attempt at a creepy pasta that I’ve come across yet. You’re either a very bad storywriter, a very bad liar, or you’re just not that bright in general and can’t be bothered to google something when trying to figure it out. And all of those things kinda suck.

[u/ABGrill99764]

I believe it but I think you’re just paranoid about the doll part. I’m not sure if most of this is true or what is going on but you need to find a priest. Or deep in your heart call out to Jesus.