How Dolls Became My Worst Fear - Real Scary Confession

My worst fear is dolls. About 13 years ago, my grandma (who is now gone) bought a doll for my sister. I was 11 at the time. My sister loved the doll right away. One night when I was going to sleep, I followed her up the steps and watched her put the doll in her room. I went to sleep, but at 5:02 a.m. I saw that doll just staring at me. My body was cold and the eyes of the doll seemed to widen and its mouth grew in a grin. 

I tried to scream, but my mouth was dry and I couldn't speak. I closed my eyes wishing it would go away. Then I prayed. I prayed every prayer that I knew at the time. I gained control over my body and I ran out of my room. I burst into my mom's room and began to scream nonsense. I told her every thing when we walked in my room (with my sister) the doll was gone.

I have no idea what happened to it. When we moved out no one could find it. I still dream about that doll every night so far and sometimes I don't bother sleeping. Now I'm seeing a psychiatrist and slowly I begin to feel better.