One day a little girl named Marie was living in a hunted house she had a doll name Little Ashley. She played with her all the time.
Once she went camping with her parents and her favorite doll. They couldn't go to the forest so they just went to their backyard. Marie forgot her doll in the house so she went to go get it. It was really dark in there so she called her mom and her mom went with her. She got her toy then she went back but when she tried to get out she couldn't, all the doors were locked outside so she was stuck in there. She tried to scream but no one could hear her.
She heard a hump in the house so she was really sacred so she went to her room and there was no light in there. She felt something touching her, it was a ghost! She was about to scream but it was too late and they never saw her again cause the doll killed her and they threw away the doll forever.
Sent in by Krystal, Copyright 2010 Ghost-Space.com
Showing posts with label Haunted Dolls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Haunted Dolls. Show all posts
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The Talking Doll
My mother was living on Gordon in Winnipeg and I was there playing video games then my dad was there sleeping on the couch and then you know how little young girls like dolls well we had a doll it looked so adorable and my dad sold his soul so he's haunted and I have a bunch of other one's I like to tell you but back to the story and my mother's basement was huge and bare like when you are coming down the stairs there is the TV and video game and ugly couch and so on my mom had no lights down there so it was scary.
My mom was folding laundry and in a corner a big doll pile was there and my swore she could hear a muffle noise and so on she ripped through the doll's ripping thru batteries out and stuff... and at last a doll turned it's head and sat up and I started screaming and I watched and it screamed in a doll voice "I'm never going to leave" and I attacked it and this was a couple months ago and we moved far away but I still live in Winnipeg. I still live in a haunted house thanks for listening to my story plenty more to come
Sent in by dj, Copyright 2010 Ghost-Space.com
Read more stories about dolls at www.squidoo.com/HauntedDollStories
My mom was folding laundry and in a corner a big doll pile was there and my swore she could hear a muffle noise and so on she ripped through the doll's ripping thru batteries out and stuff... and at last a doll turned it's head and sat up and I started screaming and I watched and it screamed in a doll voice "I'm never going to leave" and I attacked it and this was a couple months ago and we moved far away but I still live in Winnipeg. I still live in a haunted house thanks for listening to my story plenty more to come
Sent in by dj, Copyright 2010 Ghost-Space.com
Read more stories about dolls at www.squidoo.com/HauntedDollStories
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Haunted by an Evil Doll Spirit
I was eight when it all started. I was terrified by dolls, even my sister's American Girl doll gave me chills every time I saw it's evil smile. But that gave her a reason to put that stupid doll everywhere I was going. I would walk into the livingroom, and sit on it's head and jump up because I heard it say those horrible words, "Mama, feed me." I had nightmares just thinking about it!
Anyway one day our parents left me and my six year old sister (Anna) home with my Aunt Faith. I was sitting on the couch, when Anna ran in with that doll, and told me to move over so she could sit down. I remember ever single thing that happened that day even though I'm eleven and a half now. The doll literally spoke and said "So, isn't this a good show." And it wasn't even in that squeaky girly voice it would use all the time, it was a tough girl voice. I didn't think twice, and hit that doll halfway across the room. It jumped up and dove at my head, but my sister blocked it, and the doll pushed my sister into the counter, and Anna's head busted open. The doll ran outside, and I've never seen her again.
Anna told my parents what happened, but they think her head injury made her say that, and they didn't believe me either. So now I'm scared of everything.
Sent in by "hauntedbyevildollspirit", Copyright 2009 OurGhostStories.com
Anyway one day our parents left me and my six year old sister (Anna) home with my Aunt Faith. I was sitting on the couch, when Anna ran in with that doll, and told me to move over so she could sit down. I remember ever single thing that happened that day even though I'm eleven and a half now. The doll literally spoke and said "So, isn't this a good show." And it wasn't even in that squeaky girly voice it would use all the time, it was a tough girl voice. I didn't think twice, and hit that doll halfway across the room. It jumped up and dove at my head, but my sister blocked it, and the doll pushed my sister into the counter, and Anna's head busted open. The doll ran outside, and I've never seen her again.
Anna told my parents what happened, but they think her head injury made her say that, and they didn't believe me either. So now I'm scared of everything.
Sent in by "hauntedbyevildollspirit", Copyright 2009 OurGhostStories.com
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The Eyes Of The Porcelain Doll
When I was little I used to sleep with my sister.head to toe. she had lots of porcelain dolls.one of them was huge.I switched the light off and heard something move.so I switched the light back on.
I saw the porcelain dolls hard staring eyes staring straight at me. with her eyes wide open as if in surprise.I quickly told my sister but she did not believe me. so I switched the light off again.
Then all of a sudden I felt a Dead cold hand touch my leg.it was not my sister.So I switched the light on and to my surprise the doll was staring somewhere else.
That night I slept on the lounge and had no bad dreams to this day the doll is still in my house.
By Brycen, Copyright 2009 Willard E Hughes Jr.
I saw the porcelain dolls hard staring eyes staring straight at me. with her eyes wide open as if in surprise.I quickly told my sister but she did not believe me. so I switched the light off again.
Then all of a sudden I felt a Dead cold hand touch my leg.it was not my sister.So I switched the light on and to my surprise the doll was staring somewhere else.
That night I slept on the lounge and had no bad dreams to this day the doll is still in my house.
By Brycen, Copyright 2009 Willard E Hughes Jr.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
What Scares You The Most?
What scares you the most? If you ask me that I will say dolls. Now this is a true story and well I tell it over and over again.
We had just bought our house back in Texas. I found a doll in the attic when I was like nine and well, the crazy thing was that it looked like it was psycho and it freaked me out.
I left it in my room and ran outside to play. When I came back it was gone so I figured my mom threw it out so I didn't mind it at all.
The next day my parents went to go buy me a doorknob and lock for my door. When I got back from school they told me to try it out. And you know when you look in a door knob you see your reflection? Well I locked the door and I saw me and right beside me I saw that doll looking at me with hatred. I tried to open the door but I forgot it was locked. My parents heard me scream and ran to help me. They couldn't because the door was locked. I was pounding on the door, but nothing.
The next thing you know I just wake up and I am running to the door and I didn't know where I was for a second. I was pounding on the door so hard and screaming my dad's name. I was screaming so loudly that I couldn't hear my mom screaming my name. She calmed me down telling me that my dad went to the store and that he will be right back.
I thought that that doll had only been a dream and I was so relieved until my mom asked why were screaming yesterday in your room?
Sent in by Vanessa, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
We had just bought our house back in Texas. I found a doll in the attic when I was like nine and well, the crazy thing was that it looked like it was psycho and it freaked me out.
I left it in my room and ran outside to play. When I came back it was gone so I figured my mom threw it out so I didn't mind it at all.
The next day my parents went to go buy me a doorknob and lock for my door. When I got back from school they told me to try it out. And you know when you look in a door knob you see your reflection? Well I locked the door and I saw me and right beside me I saw that doll looking at me with hatred. I tried to open the door but I forgot it was locked. My parents heard me scream and ran to help me. They couldn't because the door was locked. I was pounding on the door, but nothing.
The next thing you know I just wake up and I am running to the door and I didn't know where I was for a second. I was pounding on the door so hard and screaming my dad's name. I was screaming so loudly that I couldn't hear my mom screaming my name. She calmed me down telling me that my dad went to the store and that he will be right back.
I thought that that doll had only been a dream and I was so relieved until my mom asked why were screaming yesterday in your room?
Sent in by Vanessa, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The Evil Doll
When I was seven and my sister was five she used to share a room with me. She had this little doll, she called it Belli Motiyui.
The doll would wake me up at night. The doll would cry every single night, even if the batteries were dead. One night my sister went missing. We looked everywhere for her. Three hours later we heard her crying from the attic, it took us 34 minutes to find her in the attic. She was bleeding, but she wouldn't tell us why, she just kept repeating, "No, Belli". I was scared that night.
The next day I woke up and she was gone again. We couldn't find her anywhere. I checked the attic, but she wasn't there. When I tried to leave, the attic door shut on me locking the door tight. Then I saw her doll Belli, the dolls head was spinning around fast, like I told you there were no batteries in the doll.
We didn't find my sister till the next day. She was in the attic, deep in the attic. She was talking to something saying, "Belli, ha-ha you're so funny". Then I picked her up and she screamed, "let me go! Belli help me".
The good thing was that we moved because after that my mom found out the house was haunted by some man who died in the house at age 23. I still hear strange noises coming from there but I have not been in that house since
Sent in by Jamal Dion Austin, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
The doll would wake me up at night. The doll would cry every single night, even if the batteries were dead. One night my sister went missing. We looked everywhere for her. Three hours later we heard her crying from the attic, it took us 34 minutes to find her in the attic. She was bleeding, but she wouldn't tell us why, she just kept repeating, "No, Belli". I was scared that night.
The next day I woke up and she was gone again. We couldn't find her anywhere. I checked the attic, but she wasn't there. When I tried to leave, the attic door shut on me locking the door tight. Then I saw her doll Belli, the dolls head was spinning around fast, like I told you there were no batteries in the doll.
We didn't find my sister till the next day. She was in the attic, deep in the attic. She was talking to something saying, "Belli, ha-ha you're so funny". Then I picked her up and she screamed, "let me go! Belli help me".
The good thing was that we moved because after that my mom found out the house was haunted by some man who died in the house at age 23. I still hear strange noises coming from there but I have not been in that house since
Sent in by Jamal Dion Austin, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Friday, February 1, 2008
The Scary Haunted Doll
This story might not seem as scary as the others I have read on here but I at least wanted to share it.
When I was about five me, my brother, who was ten, and my mom lived in this two bedroom apartment. My brother and I shared a room. The room was fairly small and so my bed was up against one wall on the left side of the room away from the door and my brother's was on the right side of the room closest to the door.
We had book shelves at the foot of our beds with about two feet of space between the bed and the shelf. I had books and toys on the shelves and one of my dolls was sitting on the very top. It had blonde hair and blue eyes. I think it was the type of doll that once you set her back her eyes would close.
One night I was laying in bed and the doll jumped from the top shelf onto the foot of my bed. No window was open. No one else, but my bother and I were in the room. There was no earthquake and no explanation as to why it suddenly jumped off the shelf and was on my bed.
I whispered to my brother to see if he had seen it and he had. I don't remember what we did that night with the doll, but I do remember that the next day we took it next door to where our cousin lived. He lived in a two level house that had a balcony.
My brother and I told him our story. He was skeptical but understood that we were freaked out about it and so we threw the doll off of his balcony to, I don't know, kill it. We then went down to pick it up, it was face down. When we turned it over the three of us saw it wink at us. It actually winked, closed one eye with the other eye still open, and then opened its eye again to where both eyes were staring straight at us. It even had this wicked twist of a smile to its lips. We were so freaked out.
We then decided we had to get rid of the doll. About a block away there was this abandoned building that had a chain link fence around it. It was a small building and you could see the roof top. We threw the doll onto the top of the roof and left. A few days later we went back to see if the doll was still there and it wasn't. We were freaked.
Still to this day my brother, cousin and I will tell the story of the possessed doll. I truly believe in the paranormal.
Written by Jami Gartner, Copyright 2008
When I was about five me, my brother, who was ten, and my mom lived in this two bedroom apartment. My brother and I shared a room. The room was fairly small and so my bed was up against one wall on the left side of the room away from the door and my brother's was on the right side of the room closest to the door.
We had book shelves at the foot of our beds with about two feet of space between the bed and the shelf. I had books and toys on the shelves and one of my dolls was sitting on the very top. It had blonde hair and blue eyes. I think it was the type of doll that once you set her back her eyes would close.
One night I was laying in bed and the doll jumped from the top shelf onto the foot of my bed. No window was open. No one else, but my bother and I were in the room. There was no earthquake and no explanation as to why it suddenly jumped off the shelf and was on my bed.
I whispered to my brother to see if he had seen it and he had. I don't remember what we did that night with the doll, but I do remember that the next day we took it next door to where our cousin lived. He lived in a two level house that had a balcony.
My brother and I told him our story. He was skeptical but understood that we were freaked out about it and so we threw the doll off of his balcony to, I don't know, kill it. We then went down to pick it up, it was face down. When we turned it over the three of us saw it wink at us. It actually winked, closed one eye with the other eye still open, and then opened its eye again to where both eyes were staring straight at us. It even had this wicked twist of a smile to its lips. We were so freaked out.
We then decided we had to get rid of the doll. About a block away there was this abandoned building that had a chain link fence around it. It was a small building and you could see the roof top. We threw the doll onto the top of the roof and left. A few days later we went back to see if the doll was still there and it wasn't. We were freaked.
Still to this day my brother, cousin and I will tell the story of the possessed doll. I truly believe in the paranormal.
Written by Jami Gartner, Copyright 2008
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