Ever since I was a small child, I have always loved to collect dolls. Not your typical Barbie or baby dolls. But the intricately made and eerily beautiful porcelain dolls. By the time I was 16, I had a collection of about 15 dolls.
My favorite and most prized doll, was one I had since I was a little. I had named her Alyssa. She had long blonde curly hair, with big brown eyes. She wore a blue pinafore dress, with a white frilly shirt and matching white socks and shoes.
Due to her age, her dress was a little torn and her hair slightly knotty, but I loved her dearly. She took pride of place in the centre of a shelf that sat above my bed. But even at the age of 16, when I had had a particularly stressful, day, I would sit in bed, cuddling her close and reading a book.
I couldn’t explain it, but holding the doll always brought a strange sense of calm over me. Mum always told me stories of when I was little. I would be screaming my head of f crying and nothing would calm me down. But the moment Alyssa was placed in my arms, I would immediately stop crying and just cuddle her close.
Now onto the story. As I said I was 16 at the time of this incident. In my final year of secondary school and currently living with my Mum and Step-Dad.
It was late in the evening and rain was hammering hard against my bedroom window. I was curled up in bed watching a film on the small TV that sat at the end of my bed. After a while I had started to drift off.
But then a sudden loud clap of thunder roused me from my slumber. It was soon followed by a flash of lightening. I burrowed under my covers; I had a never been a fan of thunder storms.
Minutes later a second thunder clap sounded and I felt something light drop onto my bed. I peeked out from under the covers and was surprised to find Alyssa had fallen off her spot on the shelf and onto my bed. I shrugged and took her under the covers with me cuddling her close.
The storm continued on into the night and I struggled to fall asleep. Even with my beloved doll held close, I still felt a strange sense of unease.
Eventually, nature called. I didn’t want to leave the safe haven of my bed, but my bladder had other ideas. I threw of the covers, sat Alyssa carefully against my pillow and headed to the bathroom. I did my business, washed my hands and headed back to my room.
As I stepped through my bedroom doorway, I froze at the sight before me. Alyssa now sat upright in the middle of the bed, her head turned towards the window.
The storm was continuing to rage on outside. Then I heard it, a thud against the glass. Keeping my eyes on Alyssa, expecting her to move if I looked away. I nervously stepped towards the window and pulled open the curtains.
My eyes widened in fear. A man drenched by the storm and wearing all dark clothing was stood outside my window.
Someone this man had climbed up on to the conservatory roof that sat just below my bedroom.
I opened my mouth to scream, when the man brought a finger to his lips and mouthed ‘Shhh”.
I clamped my mouth shut in fear as I watched the man slowly slink across the window and out of sight. I made for the door, wanting to go straight to my parent’s room, when my bedroom door swung shut. I pulled on the handle, desperately trying to open it but it wouldn’t budge.
I looked back to Alyssa, and a sight that should have scared the living daylights out of me, actually made me pause.
A young woman, no older than 18 or 19 sat on the bed in place of Alyssa. She had long blonde hair, with big brown eyes and was wearing a long white dress.
“Alyssa?” I found myself whispering.
The woman smiled at me, a small sad smile and she nodded. I heard a window being smashed above me and I let out a scream. Within a matter of moments, “Alyssa’ now stood before me. She reached forward and took both my hands in hers. I felt that same sense of comfort, which holding the doll always brought me.
Seconds later, I heard my Step – Dad footsteps running by and voice shouting “Who’s there!!”
A series of thuds and a manly scream followed. I then heard my hysterical mother on the phone to the police, explaining an intruder had broken in and to come as quickly as possible.
I looked up at the woman in wonder. She had saved me. Protected me from the man who clearly wanted to do me harm.
With a soft smile, she released my hands and disappeared. Moments later my Mum and Step-Dad came bursting into the room, wrapping me up in a hug and asking me if I was OK.
I hugged my Mother tightly, saying I was fine, that Alyssa has protected me.
Turns out the man, had been stalking me for weeks. He had chosen that particular night to try to abduct me, as he thought the rain would wash away any trace of the kidnapping.
Luckily that man is now locked away in prison. I never saw Alyssa’s Spirit again, but the doll still continues to bring me the same sense of comfort to this day.
Alyssa, whoever you are. Thank you for protecting me that day, I owe you my life.
Amme Jean Romeo