The doll itself is very old and valuable. It is a 1937 Madam Alexander Princess Alexandria doll, 21 inches tall, with a cloth body and composition head and limbs. It has molded hair, blue sleep eyes, an open pouty red mouth, a cry box, and even little top teeth.

Head is 13". It comes dressed in a little pink dress with remnants of its original underclothes, such as a nightgown and vinyl-type diaper. There is an AX stamp on the back of the composition neck.

The condition is very good for an 87-year-old plaything. The only real damage is to its leg, which was shattered and repaired long ago using old tape. There is a little stocking on that leg to prevent further harm.

Now to the juicy backstory that personally keeps me up at night. The doll belonged to my great-grandmother. When my grandma came to live with us in the early 90s, it was among her possessions. I was strictly allowed to look at it but not touch it until I was older and more respectful. It sat on Deborah's dresser.

I was drawn to her almost immediately and would sneak her downstairs to play when my friend would come over. She was completely normal then. The friend I mentioned, Aleana, really liked her too. When we were in the second grade, Aleana was tragically taken from us in an avoidable accident. Her older brother, who was a year or two older than us, would walk with her to school every morning. He was instructed to hold her hand, but of course, they would let go once they were out of sight of the apartments. One day, she saw something she wanted and darted into the road, where she was struck by a passing motorist. My young mind didn't know how to process the loss and grief. The funeral was the worst, and her parents used the money donated to them after her death to go to Disney World. I was upset on her behalf, knowing that she would have loved to experience a trip like that while she was alive. I believed it was selfish of them.

I started talking to the doll as if it were her, having entire conversations, and I swore she was listening. Her cry box would go off and she would blink. I grew older and became busy. She did not like being ignored. In my early teens, I had SO many things happen. At night, she would turn my lamp on and then off. When she knew I was home alone, she would open and close my bedroom door. I would wake up feeling something off, and there would be movement at the bottom of my door jam. Usually, it was too fast to see, but one time I definitely saw a baby's head. The downstairs door would shut every night at the same time. I would hear knocks and footsteps, and our toilet seat had slammed down multiple times. I figured out it was her and started talking to her again. Every time I started to slack, she let me know.

I grew up and moved away. I’d ask about her when I spoke to Mom or Grandma, and they’d tell me their latest experiences. Mom even started writing them down: strong smell of roses, birds hitting the window of whatever room she was kept in, lots of visual sightings, and a little girl calling out things no one could understand clearly.

When Grandma Deb died in 2019, my mom had all her belongings boxed and stored. She just cleared out and divided up her stuff and asked if I wanted her. Scared but not liking the idea of her ending up in a dump, I took her in. It’s been almost a year. Nowadays, I talk with her through a spirit box and also have her touch motion-censored cat balls and turn on flashlights during our sessions.

I’ve gotten really busy again with work, and my husband is working from home. He says I have to do something with her. It’s a she goes or I do situation—he’s serious. He was a skeptic to begin with. Now he’s just scared. If it were just him, I wouldn’t put this burden on anyone else, but my 12-year-old son has started talking to her, and I don’t want this cycle to go on forever. My understanding is that she’ll only move on properly if another person takes her willingly.

See pictures. Please let me know if you have any serious questions or inquiries.

Aleana is a sweet girl, and I know she just wants a friend who has the time to give her the attention she deserves.

Disclaimer: Not everyone experiences a haunting, and each person's encounter with the doll might vary.

As is, no returns please.