I stole a Barbie doll from a haunted house and got haunted

So this is gonna sound insane but hear me out. When I was a kid there was this huge vacant lot near my neighborhood. Some construction was supposed to happen there but it just... never did. The place became our playground basically.

In the middle of all this abandoned debris there was this creepy abandoned house. Like genuinely weird because how does a house just exist in the middle of nowhere with nobody around it for miles. My older brother, me, and some neighborhood kid decided to explore it one day.

The whole house was covered in dirt and falling apart, but then I saw it. This absolutely GORGEOUS Barbie doll in a red dress just sitting there. I'm talking pristine. So obviously I took it home.

A few hours later the three of us went back. We were planning to play with fire (like literally making bonfires and roasting sweet potatoes, dumb kid shit). We thought the abandoned house was perfect because nobody would catch us. We gathered some branches and newspaper and lit it up.

And then... something happened that I still can't explain.

The fire just suddenly EXPLODED. Like went from small to absolutely raging in seconds, jumped to the wallpaper, spread everywhere even though there was literally nothing in the room to burn. We panicked and threw dirt at it but it kept getting bigger. The whole house was burning so we just bolted. Ran up the hill and called the fire department.

After that we were terrified for days but eventually we forgot about it. Normal kid brain I guess.

Then one day I'm napping and I wake up but I CAN'T MOVE. Just my eyelids work. Sleep paralysis, right? But then I see this white hand reaching toward me from the side of my bed.

I blacked out from fear.

After that the nightmares wouldn't stop. I kept seeing this girl in a red dress and that white hand. The hand was always trying to pull me somewhere.

Weeks later my mom is cleaning my room and she's like "hey why is there a doll stuck between your bed and the wall?" She pulls out the Barbie. That same doll.

The SECOND I saw it something just clicked in my head. The girl from my nightmares. The red dress. That white hand reaching from my bedside.

I literally started crying. My mom had no idea what was happening but I grabbed the doll and went back to where the house used to be (it was just ash at that point). I put the doll on the rubble and I was literally begging like "I'm so sorry. Please I'm sorry. Stop coming to me. Please."

And it worked? Like after that the nightmares stopped. The sleep paralysis stopped. Nothing.

I don't know if she forgave me for taking her doll or if she moved on to scare someone else. But honestly I'm just glad it ended.