Mafalda was the name my children chose for this rag doll, which we really do not know for sure who it belonged to or who left it, its history is unknown to us, what we do know is that it instills a lot of fear when it is in the house. We moved to the city of Maturin on September 30 and entered our home on October 2 of this year, that is to say that we have been in the house for a short time, it is quite large, long hallway and with an upstairs also large, we are only 4 members in my family, so it is big but we like it that way.

One of the things I didn't like was the bathroom in our room, because I don't like it very much and who uses it is my partner, I use it when I visit, there are parts that I was afraid of before but nowadays I have overcome it.

Last night while I was cleaning and arranging the closet I realized that in the corner of the room there was a board covering something, that caught my attention and I started to check, that's when I realized that there was an opening, that is to say there was a hole where there was a white bag with something rolled up, At that moment I was filled with fear and I called my husband to tell him, at that moment I did not let the children, my mother or my partner touch it, for fear that it could be something of evil spell since we do not know the origin of the family, besides the husband of the person who sold it to me had passed away. In front of our house there was still the person who sold us the house since she was waiting to register the purchase and make the final paperwork, we called her and showed her what we had found, we were all scared to death.

When she sees us, she tells us that she did not remember what was in the bag, so she took it out of the hole and checked, to our surprise we found several doorknobs and windows but next to it we realized that there was a doll for which the lady told us that it belonged to her granddaughter who was no longer on this earthly plane and her grandfather who also died in an accident had kept it with some things from his work, that for me was something terribly bad and it scared me a lot.

One of the things I have learned is that children keep their favorite toys and when their master dies, they usually have life inside them, although we do not know for sure what happens with this entity or energy that rests on the objects of the deceased, I have also learned that everyone has their place in heaven and any connection must be broken somehow. Today we have it in the last room with fear of throwing it in the trash because when we see this doll we feel a strange sensation, my son usually disappears it from the place and leave that room, these days I want to take it out and remove it from our home but there are so many things that come to my mind that I am trembling.

This doll is medium size, it is unwashed and with eyes that at first sight you fall in love with but when you have it with you the energy is dark, whenever I can I take it away because my little boy takes it out of that room and after having it he cries and I have to give it back. The objects of those who in life were with those people remain connected to them in some way that the toy always accompanies him, for me this story is and will be a strange feeling that my family and I live in this house, today we had to seal well that corner.