I’ve never owned a haunted object, as far as I can tell. But I heard and read a lot about those, especially haunted dolls. (Check out Robert the Haunted Doll.)
I did have one creepy (but not necessarily supernatural) experience about ten years ago. My husband and I were house hunting, and the real estate agent showed us an old farmhouse built in the 1870s.
When you stepped in the front door, you were immediately in the kitchen. From there, it got only weirder: the whole house was like a maze, with strange twists and turns some of which would lead nowhere, i.e., would end at a closet door or something.
I decided right then and there that there was no way in hell that I would ever live in a house like this.
Then we went upstairs to see the master bedroom that was in the former attic, so the ceiling was gabled. When we opened the door, we saw a queen-size bed on the right wall of the room. At its foot stood a low, round dining table with five child-size chairs. The table was set with a full service of tea cups, saucers, and plates, and on each of the chairs sat a doll, dressed in old-fashioned garb.
That alone would have given me the chills. Who in the world would want something horrifying like this in their bedroom? It’s like sleeping with pictures of evil clowns on the walls.
But here’s the creepiest part: All the dolls’ faces were turned toward the door, as if we had interrupted their tea party.
(Answer to Quora question, June 6, 2018)