{"id":18551,"date":"2024-09-18T19:20:34","date_gmt":"2024-09-18T17:20:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=18551"},"modified":"2024-09-18T19:20:34","modified_gmt":"2024-09-18T17:20:34","slug":"i-found-a-doll-that-looks-just-like-me-in-my-mils-house-i-thought-it-was-a-coincidence-until-i-showed-it-to-my-husband","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=18551","title":{"rendered":"I Found a Doll That Looks Just like Me in My MIL&#8217;s House, I Thought It Was a Coincidence until I Showed It to My Husband"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Kayla discovers a doll that looks eerily like her in her mother-in-law&#8217;s house and assumes it&#8217;s just a coincidence. But when she shows it to her husband, his panicked reaction leaves her shocked, revealing a family secret Kayla never could&#8217;ve guessed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Look at this,&#8221; I murmured to myself, holding up the knitted doll I found in the closet.<\/p>\n<p>I was surprised to see how much it resembled me.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/8251bc9315a6c1223ceaf8e6103dfd79f66671216c480951c52edc107509734c.webp\" alt=\"\" width=\"768\" height=\"512\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-18552\" srcset=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/8251bc9315a6c1223ceaf8e6103dfd79f66671216c480951c52edc107509734c.webp 768w, https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/8251bc9315a6c1223ceaf8e6103dfd79f66671216c480951c52edc107509734c-300x200.webp 300w, https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/8251bc9315a6c1223ceaf8e6103dfd79f66671216c480951c52edc107509734c-446x297.webp 446w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><br \/>\nA doll inside a closet | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n<p>I snapped a photo and sent it to Ethan. He was at work, and I thought he&#8217;d find it cute.<\/p>\n<p>A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with Ethan&#8217;s response.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh no! You don&#8217;t know my mom\u2026 whatever you do, DON&#8217;T TOUCH IT, honey!&#8221; he texted. I was stunned.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/535ffabc14cb9b91da8a8d05366c8879861f2d1ba44094973af4726fc1a332ec.webp\" alt=\"\" width=\"768\" height=\"512\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-18553\" srcset=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/535ffabc14cb9b91da8a8d05366c8879861f2d1ba44094973af4726fc1a332ec.webp 768w, https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/535ffabc14cb9b91da8a8d05366c8879861f2d1ba44094973af4726fc1a332ec-300x200.webp 300w, https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/535ffabc14cb9b91da8a8d05366c8879861f2d1ba44094973af4726fc1a332ec-446x297.webp 446w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><br \/>\nA shocked woman using her phone | Source: Freepik<\/p>\n<p>It was too late. I had already touched the doll. I didn&#8217;t suspect anything at first, but then, as I re-read Ethan&#8217;s message, a wave of anxiety washed over me.<\/p>\n<p>Lorraine never really liked me and had some weird tendencies. Could it\u2026 be a voodoo doll? I marched downstairs with the doll in my hand, determined to confront my mother-in-law.<\/p>\n<p>As I reached the kitchen, I saw Lorraine stirring a pot of soup.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/3b23ac3a75b81df2a9ccec3617804813862cbcc28cf1294c9622652e369d5b91.webp\" alt=\"\" width=\"576\" height=\"806\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-18554\" srcset=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/3b23ac3a75b81df2a9ccec3617804813862cbcc28cf1294c9622652e369d5b91.webp 576w, https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/3b23ac3a75b81df2a9ccec3617804813862cbcc28cf1294c9622652e369d5b91-214x300.webp 214w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 576px) 100vw, 576px\" \/><br \/>\nA pot of soup | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Lorraine, what is this?&#8221; I demanded, holding the doll up for her to see.<\/p>\n<p>She turned to look at me, and her face turned pale.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;OH NO! What have you done? NOW IT IS NOT GOING TO WORK!&#8221; she gasped. &#8220;PUT IT BACK OR\u2026&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Or what?&#8221; I interrupted, stepping closer. &#8220;What isn&#8217;t going to work? What&#8217;s going on, Lorraine?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/45a1615f8db55319c29949b82377837cc8b5bec5f92b1a603ddd0e3633f9f20f.webp\" alt=\"\" width=\"576\" height=\"864\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-18555\" srcset=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/45a1615f8db55319c29949b82377837cc8b5bec5f92b1a603ddd0e3633f9f20f.webp 576w, https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/45a1615f8db55319c29949b82377837cc8b5bec5f92b1a603ddd0e3633f9f20f-200x300.webp 200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 576px) 100vw, 576px\" \/><br \/>\nAn angry woman | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<p>Lorraine&#8217;s mouth pressed into a thin line. &#8220;It&#8217;s none of your business. Just put it back where you found it!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No!&#8221; I said. &#8220;It is my business if it&#8217;s in the room we&#8217;re staying in. Why is this doll so important? Tell me!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You don&#8217;t need to know, girl!&#8221; she snapped, snatching it from my grasp.<\/p>\n<p>She returned to her room with the strange doll, and I couldn&#8217;t shake the feeling that something was very wrong.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/0b79280b3e7008035096deaae2545e3df0d6c02202db525c26b8af2a299e41cb.webp\" alt=\"\" width=\"576\" height=\"870\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-18556\" srcset=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/0b79280b3e7008035096deaae2545e3df0d6c02202db525c26b8af2a299e41cb.webp 576w, https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/0b79280b3e7008035096deaae2545e3df0d6c02202db525c26b8af2a299e41cb-199x300.webp 199w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 576px) 100vw, 576px\" \/><br \/>\nA knitted doll | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<p>Later that evening, when I opened the closet, I found the doll there. Again! Of course, it was Lorraine&#8217;s doing.<\/p>\n<p>Right then, Ethan entered our room and immediately saw the doll in my hand. His face turned red with anger.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mom! Mom!&#8221; He marched to the living room in anger, and I followed him, the doll still in my hand.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Seriously? You&#8217;re doing it again?&#8221; he demanded, glaring at Lorraine.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/99aa6157a4bf14e7a808af329d7592ddabb5892f98fb392f95d0449ba268cce4.webp\" alt=\"\" width=\"576\" height=\"864\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-18557\" srcset=\"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/99aa6157a4bf14e7a808af329d7592ddabb5892f98fb392f95d0449ba268cce4.webp 576w, https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/99aa6157a4bf14e7a808af329d7592ddabb5892f98fb392f95d0449ba268cce4-200x300.webp 200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 576px) 100vw, 576px\" \/><br \/>\nAn angry man | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<p>Lorraine crossed her arms, looking defensive. &#8220;I&#8217;m acting in the family&#8217;s best interest, Ethan. You know that.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ethan marched over and snatched the doll from me. &#8220;This is weird, Mom. You&#8217;re weird,&#8221; he snapped, tossing the doll into the trash can.<\/p>\n<p>I followed him, my heart pounding. &#8220;Ethan, what do you mean by &#8216;doing it again&#8217;? What is this about?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ethan shook his head, clearly irritated. &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to talk about it, Kayla. I&#8217;m just waiting to get back home. Let&#8217;s go to bed.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I stared at him, frustrated. But I knew pushing him now wouldn&#8217;t get me any answers. So, we went to bed.<\/p>\n<p>Little could I have guessed things would only get weirder.<\/p>\n<p>The next morning, I woke up early, feeling uneasy. Ethan was in the shower, and I decided to check the closet again. My heart nearly stopped when I saw the doll back in its spot, slightly larger than before.<\/p>\n<p>How did it get back here?<\/p>\n<p>I decided to let it slide, not wanting to start another fight. We were staying over at Lorraine&#8217;s because our home was undergoing renovations. It wasn&#8217;t ideal, but we didn&#8217;t have many options.<\/p>\n<p>As the day went on, I felt extremely tired, dragging myself through the motions. In the afternoon, I took a nap, hoping to shake off the exhaustion. When I woke up, something felt off.<\/p>\n<p>I went to the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. A chill ran down my spine when I noticed a small piece of my hair was missing.<\/p>\n<p>I reached up, touching the spot where the hair had been. What was happening? My mind raced, connecting the dots. The doll, exhaustion, missing hair \u2014 it couldn&#8217;t be a coincidence. This scared me more than I wanted to admit.<\/p>\n<p>But then, I had no proof. I couldn&#8217;t accuse Lorraine, and I couldn&#8217;t discuss it with Ethan either. I decided it would all be over in a week anyway, as we would return home.<\/p>\n<p>I was wrong.<\/p>\n<p>The next morning, I woke up feeling more awful. My stomach churned, and I barely made it to the bathroom before vomiting. Sitting on the cool tile floor, I tried to steady my breathing. What was wrong with me?<\/p>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t even look at food all day. Ethan noticed my pale face and worried eyes but didn&#8217;t say much. Lorraine acted like nothing was wrong, but I felt her eyes on me.<\/p>\n<p>The next day, I woke up to find my face swollen. My reflection in the mirror showed puffiness around my eyes and cheeks, making me feel even more upset about the whole situation.<\/p>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t shake the feeling that Lorraine was behind this. The doll, the strange symptoms \u2014 it all pointed to her.<\/p>\n<p>Desperate for answers, I spent hours on my phone, googling everything about voodoo dolls.<\/p>\n<p>But nothing useful came up. The more I read, the more anxious I became. Every little symptom felt like another sign that I wasn&#8217;t welcome here.<\/p>\n<p>As I lay in bed that night, feeling unwelcome and on edge, my mind raced. What if Lorraine really did make a voodoo doll out of hate for me? The thought terrified me. I needed to find a logical explanation for what was happening.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s when it hit me. What if I was pregnant? The thought had crossed my mind a few times lately. Missing a period, feeling nauseous, and strange tiredness all lined up with what I knew about early pregnancy symptoms.<\/p>\n<p>The following morning, I decided to take a pregnancy test. I needed to know if there was another reason for my symptoms.<\/p>\n<p>As soon as Ethan left for work, I went to the nearest pharmacy and bought a test.<\/p>\n<p>The anxiety gnawed at me as I waited for the results.<\/p>\n<p>Standing in the bathroom, I held the test in my shaking hands. My heart pounded as I watched the little window on the test. This could change everything.<\/p>\n<p>Would a positive test explain everything or make things even more complicated?<\/p>\n<p>As I exited the bathroom, I heard Lorraine&#8217;s voice drifting from the kitchen. She was on the phone with a friend, muttering about &#8220;family traditions&#8221; while stuffing the doll&#8217;s belly. My stomach turned as I watched her from the doorway. What was she doing?<\/p>\n<p>Feeling worse by the minute, I kept my distance, but my curiosity grew. I decided to stay quiet for now and returned to the guest room.<\/p>\n<p>Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing thoughts. How would Ethan react once he discovered the pregnancy result? And what about Lorraine? Was she into black magic?<\/p>\n<p>That evening, as Ethan saw me, he quickly sensed my unease.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You okay, Kayla? You look stressed,&#8221; he said.<\/p>\n<p>I forced a smile. &#8220;Just tired, Ethan. It&#8217;s been a long day.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He nodded, clearly worried, but didn&#8217;t press further. I appreciated his concern but knew I had to handle this on my own for now.<\/p>\n<p>As night fell, I found myself unable to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>The doll, Lorraine&#8217;s mutterings, and my symptoms swirled in my mind. I had to confront her again. I needed answers.<\/p>\n<p>The next evening, I gathered my courage and went to find Lorraine. She was setting the table for dinner. My grip on the pregnancy test in my hand tightened. Ethan and I sat down to eat, and I took a deep breath.<\/p>\n<p>When the test came out positive, I was over the moon. I couldn&#8217;t wait to share the good news with Ethan. I had not expected the timing to be so strange.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ethan, Lorraine, I have some news,&#8221; I started. &#8220;I\u2026 am pregnant!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ethan&#8217;s face lit up with joy, but Lorraine jumped from her seat, screaming, &#8220;IT WORKED!&#8221; And both Ethan and I stared at her in shock.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What do you mean, &#8216;it worked&#8217;?&#8221; I asked, perplexed.<\/p>\n<p>Lorraine beamed, clearly thrilled.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The tradition!&#8221; she said excitedly. &#8220;If someone wants to have a baby, they make a doll of themselves, keep it in the bedroom, and stuff the belly more each day. All the symptoms you experienced were just pregnancy symptoms, Kayla. I wanted to be a grandma so badly!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why didn&#8217;t you tell me?&#8221; I asked furiously. &#8220;Why all the secrecy?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I didn&#8217;t want to scare you or seem crazy,&#8221; she said, sighing. &#8220;I thought it might work better if you didn&#8217;t know.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mom, you can&#8217;t just do things like this!&#8221; Ethan shook his head, clearly frustrated. &#8220;It&#8217;s invasive and wrong!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Exactly,&#8221; I added. &#8220;Lorraine, I appreciate your excitement about becoming a grandma, but this whole thing with the doll and not telling me \u2014 it wasn&#8217;t right. And the missing hair&#8230; that wasn&#8217;t just pregnancy symptoms!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Lorraine&#8217;s face fell. &#8220;I&#8230; I didn&#8217;t think it would hurt anything. I just wanted to help.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But we don&#8217;t feel safe here, Lorraine,&#8221; I announced. &#8220;We&#8217;re leaving tomorrow.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ethan nodded in agreement. &#8220;We are,&#8221; he added. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t tell Kayla about your&#8230; traditions because I didn&#8217;t want to worry her unnecessarily. After the doll incident, I thought you wouldn&#8217;t do anything weird again. But now, we don&#8217;t want our baby to become a part of whatever you&#8217;re up to.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Lorraine looked devastated, but I knew this was the right decision. We needed to protect our family.<\/p>\n<p>That night, I packed our bags. We were starting a new chapter, and while it was painful to leave under these circumstances, I knew it was the best choice for us and our baby.<\/p>\n<p>Do you think what we did was right?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Kayla discovers a doll that looks eerily like her in her mother-in-law&#8217;s house and assumes it&#8217;s just a coincidence. But when she shows it to her husband, his panicked reaction leaves her shocked, revealing a family secret Kayla never could&#8217;ve guessed. &#8220;Look at this,&#8221; I murmured to myself, holding up the knitted doll I found [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18551","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18551","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=18551"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18551\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18558,"href":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18551\/revisions\/18558"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18551"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18551"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18551"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}