Possessed Dolls

Possessed Dolls “I read this in a magazine. O.K so there was this girl, and it was getting close to her b-day, and her mom bought her a pretty little china doll. That night, she heard something singing "I'm a little china doll I got a pocket knife, and I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you." The girl was freaked out but she thought that it was just her imagination. When she woke up, the china doll was on her pillow, not her bedside table where she had put it. This time she put it in her closet, and went to get ready for her party the next day. When she went to bed, she woke up again to see the china doll on her bedside table, singing the same eerie song. She thought it was her mom playing a trick on her, so she went back to bed. The next night her friends and her were in the wreck room watching movies when one of the girls sat up. "What was that, that song?" Sure enough, when they listened they heard, "I'm a little china doll, I got a pocket knife, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you." They looked at the door to see the china doll walking slowly toward them. They screamed when it leaped on one of the girls and slashed her throat. They ran through the halls screaming for her mother, but when the birthday girl looked behind her only her very best friend remained. They heard the song coming closer, and when they reached the kitchen they found her mother dead with her throat slashed out. They ran to her best friends house, and they adopted her. Every night, they hear "I'm a little china doll, I got a pocket knife, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you" getting closer and closer....” – Kathryn, WA “My oldest sister once had a doll. She had been broken long before I was born, and had been put away somewhere in our basement. I had been told many stories about her; she was named Johannah after my grandmother, she was very beautiful with raven black hair and full red lips. She was a walking doll and would also close her eyes when put to sleep. She was very tall for a doll, almost 4 feet. As I was a curious young girl, I spent many long hours searching the basement boxes for any sign of this legendary doll. Years passed, but I never gave up my search, so sure was I that I could find her and restore her to health. One day I was playing hide-and-go-seek with my other sisters, and I opted to hide in the tiny crawl space behind the furnace. It was only about a foot wide, with the furnace on one side and the back of a stack of boxes on the other. While waiting for my sisters to find me, I passed the time by looking in a few of the boxes. Underneath one large box I noticed a bright blue steamer trunk. I'd never seen it before! Maybe this could be where Johannah has lain waiting for me all these years! I moved a few boxes to gain access to the trunk and opened it in a flurry of excitement. There she lay! All they said she would be and more! I reached toward her to lift her from her makeshift bed when I noticed her right arm and leg at an odd angle. They had both been broken off and were lying next to her head. This was disturbing enough, but not as much as what happened next. SHE OPENED HER EYES!!! No kidding! This is a sleeping doll we're talking about here, she should not be able to open her eyes when lying down! Now I know that a doll's face is molded with a fixed expression, and regardless of her eyes being open, she should look the same. Not so with Johannah. As I watched, her expression seemed to change to one of displeasure. There I was, trapped in a crawl space behind a mountain of boxes with a doll that has just woken up grumpy from a long sleep! I can tell you this: I slammed that lid down and scrambled over the boxes before I even realized I was moving! I ran screaming upstairs and told my parents the story, and when my Dad went down to see for himself, JOHANNAH WAS GONE! I kid you not, we looked everywhere! The trunk was there, but she was no longer in it. It was years before I could go back into the basement without fear of her coming after me, and to this day I'm still terrified of dolls or other inanimate objects coming to life.” – Linda, BC