Today I spent the day organizing my office and putting away new inventory. I love finding, photographing, and selling unique vintage miniatures most of the time but today I spent very little time taking photos of this doll.  I find that most vintage items come with their own energy and I am sensitive to energy. Sometimes the energy feels cluttery like the piece has been stuck in an old attic for too long. Other times its sad, wistful energy, well loved miniatures from an estate sale of someone who has passed on. Today it was just haunted doll energy. I touched the doll and felt intense dread. It was my organizing day so I put the doll on a shelf and set to work at my desk and I felt the doll watching me, then I heard a faint humming of an old song I had never heard before. I picked up the doll and put her face down so those sleepy eyes wouldn't wander and I said out loud, "One week and then the trash" the doll must of heard because I didn't hear the humming anymore. As you can tell from the photos that she begrudgingly let me take she did not like the trash idea at all. I also sprayed my office with an essentiol oil blend of sage and quartz infused energy just in case. I succeeded in getting my office completely organized. I was feeling so productive I finally ordered a new table for my Victorian dollhouse because the 1960s card table it is on now is barely holding it up. Later feeling quite at ease even with the haunted doll downstairs wrapped in tissue paper on a shelf,  even with the rickety card table holding up my dollhouse that I hand built with my blood, sweat, and tears.  My husband turns to me and tells me that when I went upstairs after cleaning my office the lights in the livingroom flickered on and off for awhile.  He says this casually then of course falls asleep right after. Now I sit awake listening for the sound of little doll feet.