The scariest thing to happen to me? This was back in the late nineties, when I was still living in the Philippines. Well, when I was around four or five, my uncle brought me a little porcelain jester doll he had found from a flea market overseas. I forgot what I named him. His face was painted to look like a jester's, with a white face and red streaks of paint running from atop his eyebrows down to his cheeks. I had a strange affinity to the doll and would constantly bring it up to my room because I considered it a pretty toy or something. However, each time that doll entered my room, I would come down with a fever or some other sickness, so my mom told me never to bring it in my room anymore (she's very superstitious). Somehow, the doll kept appearing in my room without anyone bringing it up there, but my mom wouldn't believe me. Who would believe a five year old girl, anyway? The last straw was when the doll popped up in my room yet again, and I got a bad case of the measles. My mother ended up burning it and burying it near a mango tree in our yard. Since then, we moved to the US and up to now, I still have no idea if that cursed doll is buried in our old yard.