A week after I began to suspect something was up, things began to go downhill.
It started on Monday. I was reading in my room (door locked). There was a knock at my door so I went over to see who it was.
Apparently my dad was pissed off that I was 'making up crap about Sarah' and he decided that the best way to solve the problem was to shove her into my room and scream at us to get along...or something. I sort of tuned him out after I realized I would have to watch Sarah play, or predict, or whatever the hell she does.
Sarah came in after he left, an armful of toys in hand.
Without saying a word, she began setting up her toys. She didn't even achnoledge that I was in the room, it was like she was in another world. I decided it would probably be best if I just ignored her and went back to reading my book.
About four hours in, I couldn't keep my eyes open. Don't look at me like that...or glare at the computer like that. I haven't been getting any sleep! I can only guess in my mind at the time, I thought sleep was worth risking Sarah in the room.
Anyway, I dozed off at some point and I must have been out for a while. When I woke up, the sun was starting to set. The room was pretty dark, the lights were still off. But I didn't notice any of that right away. Why? Well, that's because the first thing I saw was a freaking Barbie lying on my face! I know it sounds stupid, the the thing nearly gave me a heart attack.
So I let out a scream and...promptly fell out of bed. Once I had gathered myself, I stood back up and turned on the light. I sort of let out a squeak when I saw that the bed was covered with toys. Dolls, mostly. And I am not lying when I say that I bolted out of the room. I ran into the living room to find Sarah watching tv. Once I had given her a look, I ran out of the living room and right into my parents room.
I explained what happened as best as I could without sounding like a crazy person.
My parents reluctantly followed me into my room. I opened the door to reveal...nothing. The dolls were gone. Not in my bed, not on the floor, just gone.
My first reaction was Sarah.
"Sarah must have moved them!"
Mom and dad exchanged a look before my mom spoke up. "Honey, it sounds like a bad dream."
I shook my head in disbelief. "They were here! I felt them! One was on my face! I fell out of bed!"
"Then maybe you hit your head and thought you saw them."
"But mom!"
"Why don't you go back to sleep? You look terrible."