Scary Doll Story

I found this scary story on the web.


The Doll
“It looks like brand new,” Grandma said. “I don’t like it,” Jill replied uneasily. “It’s one of those life-sized dolls you’ve been wanting, and it was free,” Grandma said persuasively.The doll was, in fact, almost new. The clothes on it were tattered, and it looked like someone had chopped the hair, because it we now many different lengths. But it was free.Grandma Rose had been Jill’s age, four, when the stock market crashed in 1929. The Depression had been rough on her family, and they never threw anything away, because it could always be used again in the future. Indentions were still pressed into Rose, and memories with them, so she was a pack rat of sorts. And when she saw the doll lying on the side of the road, she had to stop and pick it up. She was on her way form Vermont to Connecticut, where Jill lived. Rose thought it would be a perfect gift for her.Pulling into the driveway in her old Lincoln, Rose was greeted by Jill, who ran down the driveway to meet her. “Grandma Rose!” Jill yelled and gave her a hug. “Hi, sweetie,” she said back. “I’ve got something for you.” Jill’s eyes lit up. Rose pulled the doll out of the back seat and handed it to Jill. “What happened to her hair, Grandma?” Rose shrugged. “I don’t know, I found it on the road on the way down here, but it looks brand new.”“I don’t like it,” Jill replied. Rose put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s one of those life-size dolls you’ve been wanting, and it was free,” Rose said persuasively. Jill dropped the doll to the ground. “It’s evil.”The doll ended up in Jill’s room, but only after a big argument. Dinner was on edge and no one dared say anything. After dinner, Jill was sent straight to bed. The doll lay beside her on the bed. Jill shuddered and picked the doll up, climbed out of bed, and put the doll in the closet, head facing the other direction. She shut the door and climbed back into bed.Jill soon fell asleep. The nightmares that followed were horrible. The doll, which Jill had named Susie, was in them all. It would chase her through the house and around the yard, giggling the whole time.Jill woke up sweating. She sighed and looked at the closet. The door was open. She peered off the end of the bed. She screamed. The doll sat there, head turned towards her, and arms stretched out to her.Her parents came rushing into the room. “What’s wrong, honey?” her mom asked. Jill was hysterical. “Did you move my doll?!” she screamed. “No one touched your doll,” her father reassured. “It moved,” Jill said. “I put it in the closet with its arms by its side and its head turned away. And now look at it!” Her parents turned and looked. The door was open, and the doll sat there, its arms outstretched towards her, its head twisted back around, staring at her. A wicked smile was on its face.“Did you do this?” her mom asked. “No,” Jill sobbed. “I hate that doll.”Her parents picked up the doll. “We’ll put it in our room, ok honey?”Jill nodded and sniffled.Her mother and father tucked her in and turned off the light. They carried the doll to their room and put it on the floor, near the closet door.They soon fell asleep. Their dreams were troubled. Well, you could call them dreams, but if you asked them, they would say nightmares. The doll was chasing them through the house, giggling.When they awoke, the doll was at the foot of their bed. It scared mom so bad that she screamed. It just sat there, looking at them. Somehow, it had moved across the room.They didn’t tell Jill about the doll, but they wanted to get rid of it. So when Grandma left that afternoon, they decided to burn it.Dad gathered up some branches and stacked them up in the backyard. They put the doll on it and doused it with lighter fuel. The flame whooshed up immediately. The dry branches caught fast. Everyone heard the doll scream. It pierced the still summer air. Jill started crying.The doll leapt from the fire, waving and thrashing its arms wildly. Jill and her mother began running towards the hose. Her father began kicking it. Susie jumped onto her father’s chest and began spreading the flames onto his shirt. He went up in flames.Jill’s mom locked the doors and they went and hid in the house.Fifteen minutes later they crept into the backyard. They both screamed. A charred, black skeleton lay on the grass, smoking.The doll was nowhere in sight.“Get back in the house, Jill,” her mother said, choking back tears.“Daddy,” Jill wept. “Where’s Daddy?”Her mother, in the end, had to drag Jill inside, screaming. “It’s not safe outside,” she said.They heard a faint giggling. “No.” Jill moaned.Susie leapt from behind the curtains. They screamed. She was almost nothing. Burnt and smoking, the doll ran at them.“Run for the stairs!” her mother screamed at Jill. Jill sprinted towards the stairs. The doll ran at her mom, its arms waving. She whipped a fire poker out of its holder beside the fireplace and swung it at the doll as it approached. It hit the doll in the neck, and Susie’s head flew off. But still the doll kept coming. It grabbed the fire poker and tugged. It was all Jill’s mother could do just to hold on; the doll had some kind of unnatural strength.Susie tore the poker out of Jill’s mother’s hands. The headless doll began swinging blindly. One solid hit connected with mother’s jaw. She fell down, unconscious. The doll brought the fire poker over her head and brought it down. Blood splattered over the carpet as Jill’s mother’s head was bashed in.Jill had seen all this from the stairs. Now she ran down, behind the doll, making a wide ark. She sneaked up behind Susie and was about to grab its ankles when she felt a searing pain in her calf. As Jill looked down at her leg, she screamed in horror, for the doll’s decapitated head was clamped onto her, biting with all its might. Blood seeped down Jill’s leg in thick gouts. Alerted by the scream, the doll’s body spun around and swung the poker. Jill dropped to the floor just in time; the fire poker went just above her head.Forgetting the pain in her calf for the time being, Jill grabbed the doll around the waist and pinned it close to her chest. She ran with it, the headless doll hitting her in the back with the poker.Just as Jill reached the kitchen, the head dropped off of her leg. It lay on the linoleum, its teeth and cheeks stained with dark blood. The doll was still swinging, however.Jill reached out with one arm and opened the oven. She threw the doll in and went to slam the door, but Susie jammed the fire poker in the crack and began to wedge the door open. Jill struggled, but she knew she wasn’t going to make it. She was about to let go when she heard voices outside the door on the porch. Jill’s neighbor, Mr. Peretti, who was a police officer, burst in the door. He saw Jill and began to run to her.The oven door flew open with a loud bang. Jill was thrown back into the refrigerator. Mr. Peretti’s eyes grew wide. He drew his pistol. Jill ran to grab the doll from behind to put it back in the oven. “Get back, Jill!” the man screamed as he pulled the trigger. Jill stopped in her tracks. The bullet hit the doll in the chest…and went right through it, hitting the oven. The bullet hit the gas line.The explosion was huge. The entire house was gone in an instant, as was the life of Jill and Mr. Peretti.Half an hour later, as most of the fire squad was leaving the site, having put out the fire, one man was standing in the yard of the house, looking at the rubble. He was a fire fighter, one of the ones who had saved the neighbor’s houses from the explosion. As he stood, looking into the rubbish of the home, the fallen boards and walls and shingles, he saw something sticking out from under the remains of a door. He walked carefully over to the door and lifted it up. “Wow,” he whispered to himself. There, on the ashes and rubble, was a life-sized doll in almost perfect condition. Its clothes were a little ragged and its hair was cut up, but otherwise it looked brand new. The man reached down and picked it up, held it face level, and stared into its cold, lifeless brown eyes.“I don’t know how you survived this fire in your condition, but I know my little daughter would just love you. She’s been wanting one these dolls for a long time…just wait till we get home and show her…” And with that he walked back and climbed into the fire truck, the doll in the back. And as he drove home, he could have sworn he heard a small giggle.
COPYRIGHT 1997 JACOB LONG
source: http://www.geocities.com/lonesomeplace/stories-doll.html