Scary Doll story I found on the web
An Excerpt from a Supposedly a true story:
"Now here's the scary part. One day I was walking up the stairs into my room nobody else was upstairs and when I turned the corner and I was looking straight at the yellow doll...... I saw it actually JUMP off the cabinet and walk towards me!! I got so scared I couldn't scream. I ran down stairs but didn't tell my mom about it or anyone. And every time I would walk upstairs by myself it would jump off and slowly come toward me. Every night I would have dreams of the yellow doll actually making contact with me. And then throwing me in the closet with all these other dolls and they would look at me hungrily and then I'd wake up and look at the doll and then run to my parents room."
Read the rest here.
http://www.scaryplace.com/wayao.html#Dolls
posted by PatchWyrk Star at 6:31 PM
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Here is the story in it's entirety, as I know how some things dissapear from the web.
"Ok so my story happened when I was about 3 or 4.. it was a long time ago. I would always get dolls for Christmas and my birthday because the fact that I'm a girl. Dolls like Baby dolls, Barbie dolls and such. But I always acted as though I enjoyed them but inside me I'm saying "Please get this thing away from me". My mom she put up a doll case in my room at the end of the wall across from my door. One Christmas I got this yellow doll that was my size!! Which scared me even more to know I would walk in my room and see it. But I had to make my Mom happy so I let her do it. Now here's the scary part. One day I was walking up the stairs into my room nobody else was upstairs and when I turned the corner and I was looking straight at the yellow doll...... I saw it actually JUMP off the cabinet and walk towards me!! I got so scared I couldn't scream. I ran down stairs but didn't tell my mom about it or anyone. And every time I would walk upstairs by myself it would jump off and slowly come toward me. Every night I would have dreams of the yellow doll actually making contact with me. And then throwing me in the closet with all these other dolls and they would look at me hungrily and then I'd wake up and look at the doll and then run to my parents room. Now I was living in Virginia at the time on Langley AFB. I asked my mom one day to take it out of my room because it scared me. After she took it out and put it in a box I had no scary dreams and no scary doll. Is this just my mind telling me that dolls are definitely not my best friend or that that certain doll had a strange zing to it or something?"
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