I went to school the following day, but did not recount a single detail, in fear that they would laugh at me. Again that night, it happened. I looked at my clock and it read 12:00. This time, I didn't feel as frightened over it. I sat and listened. I don't remember the lyrics, but it was very calm and peaceful to listen to. After a week or so, I finally told my mom again. I told her that she should sleep in my room with me, and then she would know what I was telling her was true. She agreed, and wasn't completely prepared for what she heard. It didn't take her long to believe.
The next morning, she took the doll to the garbage can outside, telling me that the doll was possessed with some kind of spirit. When I returned home from school, the doll was back in my room on the shelf. I asked her if she had changed her mind about the doll and replaced it back into my room. By the look on her face, I took it as a definite no. She asked my brothers if they had removed the doll, and they all swore that they hadn't. When my dad got home, my mom described the experience to him. He took the doll, and for some reason or another, he detached the head from the body, in his own way thinking that it would help the situation. He put it out in the garbage once again.