The REAL Story Of The Annabelle Doll That Inspired “THE CONJURING”
This is a terrifying case of a raggedy Ann doll named Annabelle. The case is from the 1970′s and is highlighted in the book The Demonologist. This is one of the Warrens most asked about cases. The referral came from an Episcopal priest. A somber toned clergyman told Ed Warren of two young nurses who had communicated with what they thought to be a human spirit. One of the girls’ friends had been attacked physically, and the activity was still in progress, so Ed accepted the case. With that the priest gave Ed the phone number of the girls. Ed immediately called the number and upon reaching one of the girls, Ed verified the existence of the problem and told the young women that he and Lorraine were on their way.
Today, AnnaBelle remains locked in a glass case, and is on display at the Warren Occult museum. The only one of it’s kind, the museum houses haunted artifacts and objects collected from over 50 years of paranormal investigations. It is still reported that while very week, AnnaBelle still manages to turn up in the strangest of places.
Annabelle: The Haunted Doll
In the 1970′s a mother strolling along the street walked into a hobby store, and purchased a large Raggedy-Anne doll as a present for her daughter’s birthday. Thus begins one of the most unusual cases of a possessed object on record. Annabelle’s antics were so bad, she is now locked inside a protective glass case in an occult museum to keep her at bay.
This incident is a terrifying case investigated by famed paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren in the 1970′s. A priest had contacted Ed, and told him of two young nurses who were experiencing terrifying phenomenon in their home. Strange things were occurring to the point that they had contacted the church for help. The church referred the case to the Warrens, who immediately began investigating.
The disturbance began in the home when the girls discovered a piece of chocolate candy mysteriously left on the stereo in the living room. None of the tenants had bought chocolate, and they were perplexed as to how it had gotten there. Strange messages were found written in a child’s handwriting scrawled on paper. Objects were often moved about the home, never being found where they had originally been left. It seemed as if somebody… or something was sharing the house with the frightened tenants. After a month of unusual occurrences the girls decided that they needed help. They investigated the history of the property, and also contacted a local medium. They discovered that before the apartments had been built on the land, a young girl named ‘AnnaBelle’ had died on the property. AnnaBelle used to love playing in the field… they were happy times for her, and her spirit had never left. The medium explained that little AnnaBelle’s spirit was still there, and responsible for the occurrences in the Home. AnnaBelle asked if she could stay with them, by moving into the doll that Donna’s mom had bought for her birthday. Not knowing what else to do, the girls said yes, and eventually even renamed the doll AnnaBelle.
The girls came to think of Annabelle as a harmless mascot of sorts, and often left her on the bed in the mornings, or perched on the sofa in the living room. Returning home from work, it seemed to them as if the doll had repositioned itself from where it had been left earlier. At first, they noticed that the arms and legs of the doll were in a different position. In time… AnnaBelle was changing rooms all by herself. The girls would come home at night to find AnnaBelle sitting in a chair by the front door, or kneeling on the floor. Other times, they would find AnnaBelle sitting on the sofa, even though she was left in Donna’s room.
Things reached a fever pitch one night when loud noises were heard coming from the bedroom. Thinking someone may have broken in, they quietly tip-toed to the door. Entering the room, one of the tenants was physically attacked by an unseen entity and ran from the bedroom with slashes and cuts. Nothing out of the ordinary was found in the bedroom except for AnnaBelle… lying roughly tossed in one corner.
After hearing the girls incredible story, Ed and Lorraine Warren immediately contacted the church and invited a priest to come over for a blessing of the home. They realized that some sort of demonic energy was affecting the house, and particularly the doll itself. The blessing was performed and at Donna’s request, the doll was removed from the house by the Warren’s.
For the next three days, AnnaBelle sat in a small chair located by Ed Warren’s desk. While working, he would observe the doll moving on several occasions. When the Warren’s were away and had the doll locked up in an outer office building, they would often return home to find AnnaBelle sitting comfortably upstairs in Ed’s easy chair. AnnaBelle would occasionally emit horrific growls in response to visiting clergyman.
Ed and Lorraine Warren arrived at the apartment and the case begins. “Ok girls, I’d like to hear the whole story, Who here can tell me?” “I can” said Donna. “All right, Lou, Angie, please add any details she leaves out,” Ed directed.
“There are two stories,” Donna said. ” One that began earlier in the week with Lou. The other one’s about Annabelle. But I suppose they’re both about Annabelle.” “Who’s Annabelle?” Ed promptly asked. “She belongs to Donna, she moves, she acts alive, but no, I don’t think she’s alive. She’s in the living room” said Angie, pointing across the table. There, sitting on the sofa.
” Lorraine looked to her left, into the living room. “Are you talking about the doll?” “That’s right,” Angie replied, “the big raggedy Ann doll. “That’s Annabelle, she moves!” Ed got up and walked into the living room to inspect the doll. It was big and heavy, the size of a four-year-old child, sitting with its legs stretched out on the sofa. The black pupil-less eyes stared back at him, while the painted-on smile gave the doll an expression of grim irony. Looking it over without touching the thing, Ed then returned to the kitchen. “Where did the doll come from?” Ed asked Donna.
Annabelle, the haunted doll
“It was a gift” Donna replied, “My mother gave it to me on my last birthday.” “Is there some reason why she bought you a doll?” Ed wanted to know. “No. It was just something novel-a decoration” the young nurse answered. “Okay.” Ed went on. “When did you first start noticing activity occur?” “About a year ago,” replied Donna. “The doll started to move around the apartment by itself. I don’t mean it got up and walked around, or any such thing. I mean when we’d come home from work it would never be quite where we left it.” “Explain that part to me a little more” Ed requested. “After I got the doll for my birthday,” Donna explained, “I put it on my bed each morning after the bed was made. The arms would be off to its sides and its legs would be straight out-just like it’s sitting there now. But when we’d come home at night, the arms and legs would be positioned in different gestures. For instance, its legs would be crossed at the ankles, or its arms would be folded in its lap. After a week or so, this made us suspicious. So to test it, I purposely crossed its arms and legs in the morning to see if it really was moving. And sure enough, every night when we’d come back home, the arms and legs would be uncrossed and the thing would be sitting there in any of a dozen different postures.” “Yeah, but it did more than that,” Angie added. “The doll also changed rooms by itself. We came home one night and the Annabelle doll was sitting in a chair by the front door. It was kneeling! The funny thing about it was, when we tried to make the doll kneel, it’d just fall over. It couldn’t kneel. Other times we’d find it sitting on the sofa, although when we left the apartment in the morning it’d be in Donna’s room with the door closed!” “Anything else?” Lorraine asked. “Yes,” said Donna. “It would leave us little notes and messages. The handwriting looked to be that of a small child.” “What’d the note say?” questioned Ed. “It would say things that meant nothing to us,” Donna answered.
Things would be written like HELP US or HELP LOU, but Lou wasn’t in any kind of jeopardy at the time. And who us was-we didn’t know. Still, the thing that was weird was that the notes would be written in pencil, but when we 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 Donna. “So we did little things like put marks on the windows and doors or arrange 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, when something else screwy happened.” Angie added next. “The Annabelle doll was sitting on Donna’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,” Donna 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 Angie. ” When did you come to determine there was a spirit associated with the doll?” Lorraine questioned. “We knew something unusual was going on,” Donna answered. “The doll did change rooms by itself. It did pose in different gestures, we all saw it, but wanted to know why? Was there maybe some plausible reason why the doll was moving? So Angie 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. We learned that a little girl died on this property,” Donna told the Warrens. “She was seven years old and her name was 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,” Donna 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 Donna. “But of course it wasn’t just a doll any more. It was Annabelle. We couldn’t ignore that fact.”