My mom told me about an old doll I used to have when I was 4 years old, it was a baby doll. One day, I was in my room and my mom was in the living room of our old apartment. My mom heard screamings and came to my room, to find my baby doll at one side of the room, and me on the other.
My mom asked what was wrong and I told her my baby doll turned its head to see me. My mom then put the doll in a red bag and in the closet. I remembered siting in the closet, staring at the bag. Years later, there was a flood and I never saw the doll again.