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tried to find one, there was not one pencil in the apartment! And the paper it wrote on was parchment. I tore the apartment apart, looking for parchment paper, but again neither of us had any such thing."
    “It sounds like someone had a key to your apartment and was playing a sick joke on you,” Ed stated flatly.
    “That’s exactly what we thought,” said Deirdre. “So we did little things like put marks on the windows and doors or arranged the rugs so that anyone who came in here would leave a trace that we could see. But never once did it turn out that there was a real outside intruder.”
    “While the doll was moving around, and we’d become suspicious of burglars, something else screwy happened,” Lara added next. “The Annabelle doll was sitting on Deirdre’s bed, as was usual. When we came home one night, there was blood on the back of its hand, and there were three drops of blood on its chest!”
    “God, that really scared us,” Deirdre said frankly.
    “Did you notice any other kind of phenomena occur in the apartment?” Ed asked them.
    “One time around Christmas we found a little chocolate boot on the stereo that none of us had bought. Presumably it came from Annabelle,” said Lara.
    “When did you come to determine there was a spirit associated with the doll?” questioned Lorraine.
    “We knew something unusual was going on,” Deirdre answered. “The doll did change rooms by itself. It did pose in different gestures: we all saw it. But we wanted to know why. Was there maybe some plausible reason why the doll was moving? So Lara and I got in touch with a woman who’s a medium. That was about a month, or maybe six weeks after all this stuff started to happen.”
    “What did you find out?”
    “We learned that a little girl died on this property,” Deirdre told the Warrens. “She was seven years old and her name was Annabelle—Annabelle Higgins. The Annabelle spirit said she played in the fields long ago before these apartments were built. They were ‘happy times’ for her, she told us. Because everyone around here was grown-up, and only concerned with their jobs, there was no one she could relate to, except us. Annabelle felt that we would be able to understand her. That’s why she began moving the rag doll. All Annabelle wanted was to be loved, and so she asked if she could stay with us and move into the doll. What could we do? So we said yes.”
    “Wait a minute here,” Ed interjected. “What do you mean it wanted to move into the doll? Do you mean it proposed to possess it?”
    “Right, that was the understanding,” Deirdre replied. “It seemed harmless enough. We’re nurses, you know, we see suffering every day. We had compassion. Anyway, we called the doll Annabelle from that time on.”
    “Did you do anything different with the doll after you learned it was supposedly possessed by a little girl spirit named Annabelle?” asked Lorraine.
    “Not really,” said Deirdre. “But of course it wasn’t just a doll any more. It was Annabelle. We couldn’t ignore that fact.”
    “All right, before you go any further, let’s back up a minute,” Ed requested. “First you got the doll for your birthday. After a while the doll began to move—or at least change places enough for you to notice it This made you curious, so you decided to have a séance, and a spirit came across that called itself Annabelle Higgins. This supposed little girl spirit was seven years old and asked if it could come live with you by possessing the toy doll. You said yes, out of compassion. Then you renamed the doll Annabelle. Right?”
    “Right,” said Deirdre and Lara.
    “Have you seen the ghost of a little girl at any time in this apartment?” Ed asked.
    “No,” both the girls answered.
    “You said a chocolate item showed up here once,” said Ed. “Has anything else strange ever happened that you couldn’t explain?”
    “One time a statue lifted up across the room,” Deirdre recalled, “then