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
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 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