Lacey

My name is Lacey.

Connor is my husband.

We've been together for about 10 years.

When I was growing up, for some reason, I really liked glass dolls.

I thought that they were really pretty and I enjoyed collecting them.

So this specific doll was given to me by my grandmother on my dad's side that's passed away.

I'd gone through my doll collection when I moved out or as I got older and chose specific ones to keep.

And this is one that I kept because of the fact that it was given to me by my grandmother.

She was really little and had really pretty like red curly hair and a blue dress that had like lace and stuff sewn on the edges of it.

I had this doll in a cardboard box and I just stored it in our closet and called it good because obviously I wasn't going to put those up in my house anymore.

But it was kind of just like a nostalgic thing.

And I don't know, a weird attachment thing that I just I just kept it.

I decided to like outright say in the room like, hey, if you're a spirit and you're here, it's fine that you're here.

Just don't bother us when we're sleeping.

Just leave us alone.

Like don't put dreams and stuff in Connor's head.

Just leave us be.

And called it good.

I went through and I sage that evening as well and didn't really think much of it.

We were going to bed and I heard in a woman's voice, like a question, sleeping.