My father is a pastor, so many many strange things have happened to him that he understands as being evil. Once my grandmother passed, the only thing my mom inherited was a “corner-doll”. the ones with no faces that look like they’re in time out. she brought it in our home and we thought nothing of it. That night, my father went to make sure my sibling and i were sleeping before he went to go to bed. he saw my mother standing over me as i was in bed on the opposite side of my room and told her “come on (mothers name) let’s go to bed”. my mother was on the other side of our double-wide trailer doing laundry. she heard my father talking so she asked “what?” from the laundry room. As soon as my father turned to my mothers voice, he said he looked back to my bed and it was gone. we had a trash can on our porch from something leaking in it, and three german shepards (this will be important later) As my father is a pentecostal preacher, he anointed and prayed over our entire house with my mother. he said when they were praying they could hear what sounded like little kids running around the house (in the aspect of how the feet hitting the ground sounded, light and not too heavy like an adult running would be. he opened our front door and demanded whatever was in the house to leave. the trash can on our porch fell down and our three german shepards chased what seemed to be nothing up our drive way. cant really explain it to this day, other than something that shouldn’t have been there being there, spiritually.