Here's a scary doll one I've told on here several times.
I have a mate who is Thai and an interior designer. She and I used to climb together a lot back when I was climbing a lot.
Anyhow, we were scheduled to go climbing one Saturday but she called me in the morning said she had to go to a client's house and take window measurements and as it was one of these new build mansions it would be a while.
So I offered to go along to speed things up. She came and collected me, told me the house was vacant, up for sale and she had the keys.
So we walk in and there's this massive glass case FULL of porcelein dolls.
Right away, she sort of goes on red alert. She's Buddhist and has this thing about dolls.
There was this particularly huge one right in the middle, staring at us. I'll admit, it kind of gave me the heebie jeebies but we break out the measuring tape and get to work.
As we go along, something or other just makes us both want to get this damn job sorted asap.
Finally, we're done. I went downstairs first and as I get to the door she says, 'Expat, let's get the fuck outta here now! Look at the doll!'
The fucking thing had its back to us. In the locked glass case with no one in the house!
Dude, we smoked a shaky ciggy in the car after driving away from there!
Turns out the owner's wife had loved the house, very attached to it, but had died of cancer a few weeks before at home.