when I was younger I thought my house had a ghost and that it made my My Buddy doll (ok I was 2-3) walk and talk. But it turns out that I'm phycologicaly scared (self diagnosed) for life be cause late one night my dad hid in my closet holding My Buddy infront of the door, 3 little words "Hello Little Boy" came from the closet, I saw the doll and had nightmares for years.
Its hard for me to still be in the same room with that thing