I was about 6-7 years old when I made a little homemade dollhouse out of plastic containers and extra dollhouse Funiture. I remember playing with one of my beat up barbie dolls and my mom came in and told me that I needed to get ready for bed. So I put my doll down and left to get ready. When I got back to my room I tucked my barbie doll into bed on the couch. specifically on the couch with a little banket on her. and I went to bed, my mom tucked me in and stepped OVER the dollhouse thing I made. And never touched it. Now when I woke up that morning, the first thing I noticed was that my barbie wasn't on the couch. in fact, it was in the dining room sitting at the table. Mind you, the dining room table and chairs were IN a tall container. so, there was a big wall between the couch and the dining chair she was in. I was really confused so I asked everyone in the house if they touched my barbie doll. My grandma and grandpa, my mom, they all said they didn't touch it and I still believe them. My mom didn't touch it, and my grandparents were already in bed and sleep with their doors locked. There would be no point in just randomly moving my doll, nor is there any motive. no one of my family had or has ever gone though my stuff, especially at the age of 7. It became very clear to them that it freaked me out and I was scared to be in the same room as that Barbie doll. They all looked at me like I was mental or something but they promised they didn't touch it. At the end of the day I got my mom to put it in a bag out sorts and lock it away. I still don't like dolls.