my son, the haunted doll

Date: 9/11/2025

I found a semi-realistic baby doll while exploring an abandoned house. After picking it up, I could almost immediately tell that it was inhabited by some sort of spirit. Normally this sort of dream would creep me the hell out and scare me awake. The energy emanating from the doll was sinister to be sure—but beneath that was something else. I sensed feelings of anguish, loss, longing. The doll seemed to be haunted by a boy who died young, who felt cast aside by his family. The doll moved slightly and made angry faces. I don’t remember who else was with me in the dream, but my companions were spooked and insisted we leave the doll where we found it. I was afraid too, but just couldn’t bear to leave him. I clutched the doll, hugging him as my friends fled the scene. And I just sat on the dust-covered floor of that house, hoping he could feel my care across the veil.