Helping a friend move and they’re storing a few things at my place. One of the things we moved over to my apartment (temporarily) is a fairly big doll on a pedestal.
Looks kind of like this (shape and form-wise) only it’s much bigger. It comes up to about my hip and is about as wide as a football.
It’s not going to come to life and kill me at night, is it?
My Grams has hundreds of these things, as a kid I would never sleep well when we visited for the same fear. It could be worse I mean at least the face isn’t all cracked and peeling those are the ones that do kill.
No but this one will.
Surely you wouldn’t lose any sleep over that?
Here’s our scary doll. My family prefers I keep it outside, rather than lurking near the washing machine in the basement.
I had a nightmare about a creepy doll once. My dad gave me a vacuum cleaner to combat its evil, stabby ways. I sucked it up and it stabbed its way out of the bag. Long story short, if it comes alive, don’t rely on the vacuum.
I don’t have much to add other than this:
Probably not. At least it’s not a monkey with cymbals.
needscoffee, that is one freaking creepy doll.
Creepy Doll wants to play with you, Idle Thoughts.
I would pay to get any sort of doll in my bedroom.
Yes, yes it is.
Good frigging god, douse that thing in gasoline before it eats your souls.
That’s … disturbing.
Someone (whose identity I have fortunately forgotten) once gave us a Time-out Doll. A Time-out Doll is the sort of home décor you might dig if you are also into dried flowers and wooden ducks wearing aprons, and it looks like a toddler being punished (the things people get their jollies from never cease to amaze me).
So we had this thing around the house for a while, standing in a corner, natch, and every time I walked past the doorway of that room it would give me a momentary fright. Worst of all, the fucking thing had no face! What was up with that?
Anyway, it’s gone now. Gone, and I’ll never see it again. It’s far away from here.
Do you hear something?
Wow. That’s way too disturbing for a day off work.
Ready or not, here I come!
OP: Is she “anatomically correct”? We know you checked, don’t deny.
I think you should put it in the window; best burglar deterrent ever.
It’s already digging a grave for its victims!
Heh. Did you ever see The Blair Witch Project?
At the end, one of the doomed teenagers gets to the scary room before the others, and when they arrive, he (can’t remember) is inexplicably standing in the corner, facing the wall, unwilling or unable to turn around. The effect is very creepy.
Egads… is there a scientific term for doll-o-phobia? Cause I’ve got it in spades, especially for dolls with glass eyes. When I was little I shared a room with my sister, whose collection of Madame Alexander dolls STARED at me from her dresser every night while I was trying to sleep. I used to have nightmares about those little overdressed glass-eyed bitches.
I woudn’t allow that thing in my house without taking a cinder block to it a few thousand times.
Pediophobia.