The doll needs a face. Hey! You’ve got one.
Actually my ex, has a younger brother and sister. And an Aunt who is an artist. One early offering was she made sort of raggedy Ann type dolls of those two but with the face being a printed sepia toned photograph of their actual faces.
Clearly their souls had been trapped in these abominations.
She turned into a fine artist btw.
I visited needscoffee’s house when I was last on vacation. So glad she didn’t introduce me to the doll…When people asked me about my vacation I would have just gone glassy-eyed and said “…scary doll…”
The parents of my girlfriend have two of those, boy and girl, as does her brother’s family (yes, I do wonder occasionally what I’m getting involved with…). They give me the fantods, every time, and I swear they stand in slightly different poses and slightly different positions whenever I see them.
Creepiest remark in a very creepy thread. Nicely done.
My mother (and father) have a guest room I use occasionally when I’d rather play with their cat than sit around the apartment on a weekend they’re away. Always turn the doll to the wall, and cover it with a blanket. Sometimes I forget to undo my improvement when I’m remaking the guest bed, but I suppose they think it’s an odd quirk. Somehow having a lot of their top-shelf liquor missing doesn’t seem like a fun quirk, though. To each their own, I suppose. At least the cat was happy, well-fed – he gets lonely now that they only have one.
Yay, I’m not the only one who thought of Copernicus!
I used to sleep in the same room with my porcelain doll collection, I have about a dozen, that ended when they really started to creep me out. About a dozen dolls, staring at you as you sleep, I couldn’t turn my back on them. This thread reminds me, I should go through the box they are stored in and get rid of the ones I don’t want as well as the little box of tiny clown dolls. I could end up like Gulliver if I’m not careful with those ones..
People talking about them being creepy all the time is the main culprit I think, and scary movies. I still like them, but almost a dozen at your back gets a little weird in the middle of the night, even though you know they are there.