baby fix that fusebox vid

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y43V2OmNZHo

great pix

Book: RAMSEY CAMPBELL THE DOLL WHO ATE HIS MOTHER

RAMSEY CAMPBELL THE DOLL WHO ATE HIS MOTHER

scary doll album on yahoo

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album page http://http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/patchwyrk_star/album?.dir=/3c2d&.src=ph

"art dolls"

Wow there are so many artists now doing scary dolls.
The mass produced Living Dead Dolls series is OK, but I really dig the one of a kind (OOAK) dolls I've been seeing!
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.

"haunted doll" on ebay

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, allthekids4 like many other ebay sellers have used some sort of a photo-shop like program to alter the images so that they appear spooky.
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.

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.
2. If the daughters soul is somehow stuck inside a doll, then why would any mother sell her daughters soul?

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.

The following is the description of the item up for bid.

"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.

STATUS: VERY HAUNTED... SIGHTINGS OF APPARITION ACTIVITY COMING OUT OF DOLL..
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.
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.
GOOD LUCK TO ALL THAT BID!
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."

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

Plast-O-Maticus Erectus!

Plast-O-Maticus Erectus!

The Freaky Weirdo Scary Macabre Doll Art Show!

(This is NOT your mother's doll show!)

This show ran for 2 weeks in Davenport, IA (Oct 16th -Nov 1st)
It was well attended and the artists got lots of compliments.
I took lots of pictures of the dolls.

Freaky Doll Art Show

OK so I am putting together a collaborative showing of Freaky Doll Art.

The deadline is Oct 16th 2004. I have several people who want to display.
This is exciting!

Website Pages So Far

Haunted Doll House Home Page

Scary Dolls Gallery Page 1

Freaky Weirdo Doll Gallery Page 1

Scary Doll Links

Head

I bid on and won a head on an ebay auction Here is a picture of it.