<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:04:44.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Haunted Freaky Icky Macabre Doll Obsession</title><subtitle type='html'>Are you afraid of dolls? Why you wimpy snivelly weenie! You need to FACE YOUR FEAR! You can do that here. Not for the weak. This blog narrates the adventures I am having in creating a scary creepy freaky icky horrid DOLLBLOG. I would also love to network with others who have this attraction/repulsion to scary looking dolls.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-117327873105050461</id><published>2007-03-07T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:45:31.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby fix that fusebox vid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y43V2OmNZHo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y43V2OmNZHo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-117327873105050461?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/117327873105050461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=117327873105050461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/117327873105050461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/117327873105050461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2007/03/baby-fix-that-fusebox-vid.html' title='baby fix that fusebox vid'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-115631835792315423</id><published>2006-08-23T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:33:26.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/420/1600/3restoration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/420/400/3restoration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/420/1600/03_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/420/400/03_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/420/1600/3c_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/420/400/3c_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/420/1600/8c_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/420/400/8c_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-115631835792315423?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115631835792315423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=115631835792315423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/115631835792315423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/115631835792315423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-pix.html' title='great pix'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-113316042570238715</id><published>2005-11-27T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:47:05.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book: RAMSEY CAMPBELL THE DOLL WHO ATE HIS MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/420/1600/0f_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/420/320/0f_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMSEY CAMPBELL THE DOLL WHO ATE HIS MOTHER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-113316042570238715?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113316042570238715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=113316042570238715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/113316042570238715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/113316042570238715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2005/11/book-ramsey-campbell-doll-who-ate-his.html' title='Book: RAMSEY CAMPBELL THE DOLL WHO ATE HIS MOTHER'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-113315251356970684</id><published>2005-11-27T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:41:26.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary doll album on yahoo</title><content type='html'>slideshow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-LEFT: 20px; BACKGROUND: url(http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/ph/el/slideshow_2.gif) no-repeat left 50%" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/patchwyrk_star/slideshow?.dir=/3c2d&amp;.src=ph"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;album page &lt;a href="http://http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/patchwyrk_star/album?.dir=/3c2d&amp;amp;.src=ph"&gt;http://http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/patchwyrk_star/album?.dir=/3c2d&amp;amp;.src=ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-113315251356970684?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113315251356970684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=113315251356970684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/113315251356970684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/113315251356970684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2005/11/scary-doll-album-on-yahoo.html' title='scary doll album on yahoo'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-110060521720873182</id><published>2004-11-15T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T03:40:17.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"art dolls"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wow there are so many artists now doing scary dolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The mass produced Living Dead Dolls series is OK, but I really dig the one of a kind (OOAK) dolls I've been seeing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe eventually there could be a section for other scary art dolls too, but for now I'm just trying to get the Plast-O-Maticus show up and running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-110060521720873182?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/110060521720873182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=110060521720873182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/110060521720873182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/110060521720873182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/11/art-dolls.html' title='&quot;art dolls&quot;'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-110058261326493909</id><published>2004-11-15T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:23:33.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"haunted doll" on ebay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is silly. This is one of several "haunted dolls" on ebay at present. I think it is really funny how people fall for this scammy-scam. The seller,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedback.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewFeedback&amp;userid=allthekids4&amp;amp;iid=5534705177&amp;frm=284"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;allthekids4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; like many other ebay sellers have used some sort of a photo-shop like program to alter the images so that they appear &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spooky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She claims that a 19 year old female, "Megan" was murdered by "an occult member" and that the owner of the doll claims that her daughter's soul is inside the doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. I looked up on Google the query "megan runaway occult murder 17" and what a non-shock to see there was nothing fitting anything about what this seller is trying to sell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. If the daughters soul is somehow stuck inside a doll, then why would any mother sell her daughters soul? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Right now as I post this, there is about 10 hours left on the auction, and the price for the doll and the soul of Megan is listed at US $41.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The following is the description of the item up for bid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WARNING: THE PARANORMAL LEVEL OF ACTIVITY ON THIS VINTAGE DOLL HAS TIPPED THE SCALES. PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS IS NOT A TOY...CHILDREN SHOULD NOT HANDLE IT OR BE AROUND IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STATUS: VERY HAUNTED... SIGHTINGS OF APPARITION ACTIVITY COMING OUT OF DOLL..&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I WAS FIRST APPROACHED BY THE OWNER OF THIS DOLL I WAS NOT SURE WHAT TO EXPECT. AFTER HAVING IT WITH ME FOR 2 WEEKS THERE WAS NO SIGN OF ANY ACTIVITY.  I STARTED TO WONDER ABOUT THE CREDENTIAL OF THE OWNER. SHE SEEMED VERY CONFIDENT ABOUT HER DOLL AND SHE WAS TRULY IN MY OPINION SCARED. SO, A FEW DAYS AGO I HAD A PSYCHIC RESEARCHER EVALUATE THE DOLL. HER FINDINGS WERE SUBSTANTIAL ENOUGH THAT I TOOK BACK MY FIRST OPINION ABOUT THE OWNER AND DOLL.&lt;br /&gt;THE PSYCHIC EXAMINED THE DOLL FOR ANY SIGNS IT HAD BEEN TAMPERED WITH. THERE WERE NONE..IT WAS JUST AN OLD DOLL DRESSED IN ORIGINAL WEDDING CLOTHES AND SHOES.SHE PUT THE DOLL IN A ROOM AND HAD SET UP A DIGITAL CAMERA WITH MOTION SENSOR.  WE ALSO TOOK A TAPE RECORDER AND PLACED IT IN THE ROOM. WE LEFT THE ROOM AND WAITED ABOUT 2 HOURS.  AFTER THE 2 HOURS WERE OVER WE WENT BACK IN THE ROOM. WE HAD POSED THE DOLL WITH ARMS AT HER SIDE AND NOW HER ARMS WERE NOT AT HER SIDE BUT STRETCHED OUT IN FRONT OF HER AND HER FACE WAS PITTED WITH BLACK MARKS. THERE WAS A WIERD SMELL IN THE AIR. IT WAS A VERY SICKENING BURNT SWEET SMELL ...LIKE BURNED HAIR AND CANDY. THE PHOTO I HAVE POSTED HERE ON EBAY ARE THE ONES THAT WERE TAKEN BY THE PSYCHIC INVESTIGATOR THAT DAY. THERE IS DEFINITELY EVIDENCE OF PARANORMAL ACTIVITY AND SIGNS OF AN APPARITION COMING OUT THROUGH THE DOLL. I HAVE CONTACTED THE OWNER TO TELL HER ABOUT OUR FINDINGS. SHE HAS ASKED ME TO GET RID OF THE DOLL FOR HER.  HER VOICE SOUNDED SHAKY, BUT RECEIVED THAT THE DOLL WAS NOT COMING BACK TO HER HOME.  I HAVE PUT THE DOLL ON EBAY FOR ALL TO SEE. I AM NOT SURE WHAT ELSE TO SAY OR TELL YOU ABOUT HER...ONLY THAT ACTIVITY HAS INCREASED AND SHE NOW STAYS IN THE ROOM WITH THE DOOR LOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ALL THAT BID!&lt;br /&gt; UPDATE....11/11/04...I just wanted to update you on some information I just found out today about the doll. The woman that owns the doll came forward to shed some light on the dolls history. It was extremely hard for her to tell me about this. She stuttered  and was shaking every time she tried to complete a sentence. She wanted you all to know that the doll was her teenage daughter, Megans. Her daughter had run away from home 2 years ago when she was 17 years old. She only took a few possessions with her including this doll that her mom gave to her because it was hers when she was a little girl. The woman went to tell me she had found out that Megan had been living on the streets and eating out of garbage cans. She was desperate to find her and when she did her daughter had become involved with drugs and the occult. She tried to persuade Megan to come home with her, but she would not.  The woman came home without her daughter. It was almost 2 years since she had seen Megan when a policeman showed up at her door and told her that her daughter had died. She was murdered..possibly by an occult member. It was under investigation. She was escorted down to the police station where they had brought some of Megans possessions...the doll was one of them. For a long time the woman told me she hung onto the doll. It was all that was left of Megans  innocence..the time when she was a happy child.  Since the police found out that it was an occult memeber that murdered her daughter and that Megans belongings were found at his house shemade the decision to throw everything else away but the doll.  She told me nothing bad happened at first, but she started to hear scratching sounds and felt a someone touch her arm while she was asleep. The doll was placed on a chair in the living room at night before she went to bed. In the morning the doll would be on Megans old bed.  Then a neighbor had asked her to take care of their cat for a few days. The next day the cat was found dead on Megans bedroom floor with his tongue hanging out like he had been strangled. The doll was sitting up on Megans bed again. The doll turned its head and looked at her. She told me she slammed the door shut and locked it. She finally got up enough courage to unlock the door and enter the room.The doll was laying down with its eyes shut. She picked it up and locked it in a suit case. Another thing she told me was this entire time she believed that her daughters soul was in the doll. She than told me I hope God can forgive her and have mercy on her soul. I want my daughter to go to heaven..she was a good girl for a very long time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-110058261326493909?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/110058261326493909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=110058261326493909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/110058261326493909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/110058261326493909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/11/haunted-doll-on-ebay.html' title='&quot;haunted doll&quot; on ebay'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-109930441583211580</id><published>2004-11-01T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T02:20:15.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Doll Story</title><content type='html'>I found this scary story on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;COPYRIGHT 1997 JACOB LONG&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/lonesomeplace/stories-doll.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/lonesomeplace/stories-doll.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-109930441583211580?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/109930441583211580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=109930441583211580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/109930441583211580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/109930441583211580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/11/scary-doll-story.html' title='Scary Doll Story'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-109930012627089263</id><published>2004-11-01T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:40:08.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plast-O-Maticus Erectus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plast-O-Maticus Erectus!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Freaky Weirdo Scary Macabre Doll Art Show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(This is NOT your mother's doll show!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This show ran for 2 weeks in Davenport, IA (Oct 16th -Nov 1st)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was well attended and the artists got lots of compliments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I took lots of pictures of the dolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-109930012627089263?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/109930012627089263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=109930012627089263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/109930012627089263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/109930012627089263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/11/plast-o-maticus-erectus.html' title='Plast-O-Maticus Erectus!'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-109368200109146163</id><published>2004-08-28T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:33:21.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Doll Art Show</title><content type='html'>OK so I am putting together a collaborative showing of Freaky Doll Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline is Oct 16th 2004. I have several people who want to display.&lt;br /&gt;This is exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-109368200109146163?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/109368200109146163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=109368200109146163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/109368200109146163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/109368200109146163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/08/freaky-doll-art-show.html' title='Freaky Doll Art Show'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108608367357846032</id><published>2004-06-01T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T02:54:33.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Website Pages So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oneskygate.net/star/dolls/haunted_dollhouse1.html"&gt;Haunted Doll House Home Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneskygate.net/star/dolls/scary_doll_gallery_page_1.html"&gt;Scary Dolls Gallery Page 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneskygate.net/star/dolls/freaky_weirdo_doll_gallery_page_1.html"&gt;Freaky Weirdo Doll Gallery Page 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneskygate.net/star/dolls/scary_doll_links.html"&gt;Scary Doll Links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108608367357846032?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108608367357846032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108608367357846032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108608367357846032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108608367357846032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/06/website-pages-so-far.html' title='Website Pages So Far'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108608277606650570</id><published>2004-06-01T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T02:39:36.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head</title><content type='html'>I bid on and won a head on an ebay auction &lt;a href="http://www.oneskygate.net/star/dolls/head.JPG"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a picture of it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108608277606650570?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108608277606650570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108608277606650570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108608277606650570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108608277606650570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/06/head.html' title='Head'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108578631648809509</id><published>2004-05-28T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T16:18:36.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've uploaded the page to the new server!</title><content type='html'>5|19|4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've uploaded this page to the new server. It's solar powered! I have made the links page, although at least for the moment it is quite bereft of links.&lt;br /&gt;I have found and bid on a doll head on ebay. I think it's an old Horseman. I think he may be the new website mascot.&lt;br /&gt;The url the official page is on is &lt;a href="http://www.oneskygate.net/star/dolls/haunted_dollhouse1.html"&gt;http://www.oneskygate.net/star/dolls/haunted_dollhouse1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108578631648809509?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108578631648809509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108578631648809509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108578631648809509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108578631648809509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/05/ive-uploaded-page-to-new-server.html' title='I&apos;ve uploaded the page to the new server!'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108578543809562344</id><published>2004-05-28T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T16:03:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doll making ideas </title><content type='html'>I need to tea dye some muslin for to make some dolls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to make a lifesized doll &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww a doll filled with meat would be so gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a green doll in the garden would be nice. I'll have to start shopping at yard sales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a need to alter some of these images ie melting dolls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest one is just taking paper or fabrick, sticks or anything and wrapping them in masking tape. Wire can be in it. I could use my own hair too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108578543809562344?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108578543809562344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108578543809562344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108578543809562344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108578543809562344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/05/doll-making-ideas.html' title='Doll making ideas '/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108578533253553149</id><published>2004-05-28T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T16:02:12.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and found files</title><content type='html'>5|17|4 I'm frustered! I had found about 50 great pix of scary dolls and somehow lost them. I'm attempting to retrace my steps. I Wish me luck. Oh! my research! GONE!!!!! I think I'm going to be forever haunted by them...lost, as ghosts,...but i found some other interesting sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ok i am totally obsessed now. I'm on page 30 of 73 pages for antique dolls on ebay. see this obsession is good. Tho I feel the need to collect, it is all digital, and I dont have tons of stuff piling up. addiction addiction yes feed the desire! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha yes i found her her her! &lt;a href="http://www.oneskygate.net/star/dolls/scaryblack6a_3_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well she isnt as scary as i remembered but she is weird, and her eyes do seem to follow you. i think i'm going to list this on that strange auction site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i lost maybe 40 good files. i found this one and i'm happy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to start the doll making. I've had so many ideas.  oh man I'm starting to think of really weird things to do now! my mom asked me why I cant make a site about nice dolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i'll start dreaming of dolls now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108578533253553149?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108578533253553149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108578533253553149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108578533253553149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108578533253553149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/05/lost-and-found-files.html' title='lost and found files'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108562474973227386</id><published>2004-05-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T19:25:49.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help at last</title><content type='html'>5-16-04&lt;br /&gt;I was researching scary dolls and decided to do a search to find out what the fear of dolls is called. The following is an unpaid advertisement for an actual web site and program. It is NOT a parody.&lt;br /&gt;have a fear of dolls? You can be cured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fear of Dolls is called pediophobia. def. "a persistent, abnormal, and irrational fear of dolls"&lt;br /&gt;"Though a variety of potent drugs are often prescribed for pediophobia, side effects and/or withdrawal symptoms can be severe. Moreover, drugs do not "cure" pediophobia or any other phobia. At best they temporarily suppress the symptoms through chemical interaction."&lt;br /&gt;"the problem often significantly impacts the quality of life. It can cause panic attacks and keep people apart from loved ones and business associates. Symptoms typically include shortness of breath, rapid breathing, irregular heartbeat, sweating, nausea, and overall feelings of dread, although everyone experiences pediophobia in their own way and may have different symptoms."&lt;br /&gt;"Pediophobia will likely cost you tens, even hundreds of thousands of dollars over the course of your lifetime -- let alone the cost to your health and quality of life."&lt;br /&gt;"results are permanent. Pediophobia is gone. Forever."&lt;br /&gt;How Long Does it Take to get rid of Pediophobia?&lt;br /&gt;How Much Does it Cost?The Pediophobia Clinic at The Phobia Clinic™ is entirely results-focused, so we charge you for the result you want: freedom from Pediophobia - regardless of how long it takes. Our board-certified team specializes in helping individuals overcome fears, phobias &amp; anxiety of all kinds, and is particularly focused on problems such as pediophobia. With a success rate close to 100% we can offer to refund our fee to clients if they are not successful in overcoming the fear.Choose from two plans&lt;br /&gt;Book Now &lt;http://www.changethatsrightnow.com/contactus.asp&gt;. See References &lt;http://www.changethatsrightnow.com/references.asp&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Read the Guarantee &lt;http://www.changethatsrightnow.com/guarantee.asp&gt;. Read How such fast change is possible &lt;http://www.changethatsrightnow.com/how.asp&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But so long as the negative association is powerful enough, the unconscious mind thinks: "Ahh, this whole thing is clearly very dangerous. How do I keep myself from getting in this kind of situation again? I know, I'll attach terrible feelings to dolls -- that way I'll steer clear in future and so be safe." Just like that Pediophobia is born. Attaching emotions to situations is one of the primary ways that humans learn. Sometimes we just get the wiring wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found at:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.changethatsrightnow.com/problem_detail.asp?PhobiaID=1764&amp;SDID=564&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108562474973227386?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108562474973227386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108562474973227386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108562474973227386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108562474973227386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/05/help-at-last.html' title='help at last'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108562425168332938</id><published>2004-05-26T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T16:05:01.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Our Lives Freaky Doll</title><content type='html'>On Days of Our Lives There is a doll who talks to one of the characters and tells her what to do. It is a kewpie sort of doll which they are animating. It's lips move and it is pretty freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108562425168332938?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108562425168332938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108562425168332938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108562425168332938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108562425168332938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/05/days-of-our-lives-freaky-doll.html' title='Days of Our Lives Freaky Doll'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108562170131635489</id><published>2004-05-26T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:35:01.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Doll story I found on the web</title><content type='html'>An Excerpt from a Supposedly a true story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "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."&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest here.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.scaryplace.com/wayao.html#Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108562170131635489?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108562170131635489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108562170131635489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108562170131635489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108562170131635489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/05/scary-doll-story-i-found-on-web.html' title='Scary Doll story I found on the web'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108562088632710585</id><published>2004-05-26T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:26:39.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I never really got too close to dolls (other than stuffed animals, which I was pretty sure couldn't melt) &lt;br /&gt;I did [still do] however enjoy the company of several stuffed animals, which I was pretty sure couldn't melt. (Except for Lance's Monkey fur in the dryer!)&lt;br /&gt;See I never wanted anything to do with hard plastic dolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only Doll I was REALLY attatched to was soft bodied and her head was kind of rubbery. Her name was Drowsy. She talked when you pulled her string. I do remember that I didn't like the crying noise she made, but other than that I loved her and took her around everywhere. My parents used to complain or tease about her unruly hair. Unfortunately I apparently (although I cant imagine it and dont remember it) let my mom give them away or sell them at a yard sale. So she and my Raggedy Anne moved on.&lt;br /&gt;I always missed them. Later after I got a computer and found ebay I had to go looking for them again. I found the same model doll of Drowsy And Raggedy Ann that I had as a child. My friend Chris bought me Drowsy for my birthday from ebay and I after many attempts won Ann from ebay. (I had to buy several before I found the exact one) But even after I found the exact twins of both these childhood dolls and got them home, they were not the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108562088632710585?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108562088632710585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108562088632710585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108562088632710585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108562088632710585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-i-never-really-got-too-close-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108561946782444681</id><published>2004-05-26T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T17:57:47.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Title and Description</title><content type='html'>Scary Haunted Freaky Icky Macabre Doll Obsession &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of dolls? Why you wimpy snivelly weenie! You need to FACE YOUR FEAR! You can do that here. Not for the weak. This blog narrates the adventures I am having in creating a scary creepy freaky icky horrid DOLL website. I would also love to network with others who have this attraction/repulsion to scary looking dolls. Comments and dialogue are graciously welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108561946782444681?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108561946782444681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108561946782444681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108561946782444681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108561946782444681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-title-and-description.html' title='Blog Title and Description'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100263.post-108561902557146378</id><published>2004-05-26T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T17:54:56.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog On</title><content type='html'>This is a general log of PatchWyrk Star's web page The Haunted Doll House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I was little I saw a movie and it had a scene where some dolls melted. An image which has always, even to this day some 30 years later remained somewhere in my head. (It's like that scary thing in the corner you try not to look at) &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying my fear of dolls was keeping me down and disfunctional. It was just a mild aversion.&lt;br /&gt;I could never really get too close to babydolls, hard plastic dolls, fashion dolls etc.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100263-108561902557146378?l=afraidofdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/108561902557146378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100263&amp;postID=108561902557146378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108561902557146378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100263/posts/default/108561902557146378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afraidofdolls.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-on.html' title='Blog On'/><author><name>PatchWyrk Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508585230890576876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
