This story reminds me of another doll. It was my friends moms doll. She always had it sitting in a little rocking chair in their house. I always got a bad feeling from the doll, like it was watching and hating. Long after I realized I got a bad vibe from the thing my friend told me about the doll. He confided in me that he got the same feeling from it. He then told me that the doll was his aunts, his moms sister. His aunt was very fond of the doll and died in a car accident holding the doll. Some times it would appear to move. Nothing as major as crossing it's legs or moving around the room. It head though would almost never be in the same place when you looked at it. Sometimes the arms would move slightly and its facial expression was never quite the same when you'd look at it. All in all a very creepy doll.