My grandmother gave mr an American girl doll for my birthday when I was about 9 or 10. Her name was Felicity. I was supposed to have a sleepover at my friends and I brought my doll with me. I set it on the stairs along with the rest of my stuff. Then we went to church. No one was home when we were at church. We came back and my stuff is on the stairs- but the doll wasn't. My friend and I went upstairs to her room. My doll was sitting up on her pillow. My friends doll was moved next to mine on the pillow. We still freak out about it.