Roughly 10 years ago my uncle had visited Dominican or Barbados (not sure of which but very easily could find out), while on his trip he had purchased a figurine of a lady in a deep forest green dress with light pick flowers on it, the figure has no face and is painted a very tan completion. She is wearing a sun hat in the exact pattern of the dress and her hands are in front of her holding a small bouquet of flowers the same colour of the flower details on her dress. My uncle had purchased the figurine as a gift for my grandmother (his mother) as she’s a pretty big royal daulton collector and he thought it would be a unique piece for her cabinet.
To be honest it was no big deal, another piece of porcelain in the cabinet to the rest of the family, but as time past my Nana and Papa began to notice the figure facing the back of the cabinet instead of being displayed face on. After questioning each other about the figurine they had blamed it on their youngest son who lived in the basement apartment and had access to the house (he would have been late thirties at this time). After moving the figurine back to its original position my grandparents had simply brushed off the incident and carried about their normal lives.
It wasn’t until about a week later that my papa had noticed that the figurine had rotated the full 180 degrees to face the back of the cabinet again (which is mirrored by the way). He simply moved the figurine back to its original spot.
It wasn’t until many months had passed that my grandparents realized that it wasn’t anyone in the house moving the figurine, as time went on the movements became more and more random. For weeks on end the figure of the woman would stand still , and then one morning my nana would come to the living room and find her turned around. This happened for years.
Most of family just thought my grandparents were becoming senile and we would joke about them awaking in the night just to move the lady.
It wasn’t until about 2010 when I began to believe that perhaps something or someone was trapped within the figurine. It was a weekend evening and I was spending the night at my grandparents house (I literally live a block away from my grandparents so this was a pretty normal occurrence.
Asked by Melissa