The Doll You Should Not Have Taken

Updated on April 13, 2018
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There was just a light mist and slightly foggy as Barbara pulled the car over to the side of the road. On the other side was a little yard sale. The woman sitting at one of the tables was rather portly and had trouble getting up out of her chair as Barbara walked up to her.

“Good morning,” the woman said. “Are you interested in anything in particular or are you just browsing?"

Barbara said, “I am looking for an older porcelain doll that I would like to give to my daughter.”

The woman said, “Just a minute. I might have just what you are looking for.” She turned around and opened up an old chest. She pulled out the most beautiful porcelain doll that Barbara had ever seen.

“How much do you want for it?” Barbara asked.

The old woman said, “I will let you have it for $25. I am sure it is worth twice that, but I need to clear some things out of the house.”

“Deal,” said Barbara. “I think that is a great price.”

Barbara laid the doll down in the passenger seat face down as she started the car. She pulled out and drove for a few miles before she looked over and noticed the doll was lying there face up. Barbara turned that doll face down three more times on the way home and it always ended up turning itself face up. It had Barbara baffled, it made no sense to her.

Barbara got home and said to her daughter, “I have something for you. I hope you like it.” Peggy looked at the doll and thought it was so beautiful.

She gave her mommy a hug and said, “Thank you, mommy, I love it.”

Peggy went to sleep that night with, Kitten, the name that she gave to her new doll. Barbara looked in on them about 9 o’clock and Peggy was sound asleep with her arm wrapped around Kitten.

Around 8 o’clock on Saturday morning, Peggy entered Barbara’s bedroom and said, “It hurts, mommy. The scratches on my arm really hurts.”

Barbara got up and looked at the scratches on Peggy’s arm. “How did this happen?" She asked.

Peggy said, “I don’t know mommy when I woke up there they were. I was holding my doll all night.”

It seemed very weird to Barbara and she thought about it all day. That night when Peggy went to bed, Barbara took the doll and set it up on a shelf in Peggy’s room. Barbara laid awake for the longest time that night wondering about the doll. It was early in the morning when Barbara heard screams coming from Peggy’s room. Barbara rushed in and said, “What is the matter, honey?”

“Look at my hands.” Peggy’s hands looked like they had been burned, They were very red and blistered. Barbara turned around and saw the doll lying on the floor. It appeared to Barbara that it had a sinister smile on its face.

Once again that night, Barbara set the doll up on the shelf in Peggy’s room. Barbara said to her, “I want you to sleep in my bed with me tonight. Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes!”

Barbara woke up around three in the morning and it felt like it was warm even with the covers off. She reached over and turned on the light. She jumped out of bed and let out a loud scream. The doll had gotten down off the shelf and was lying in bed between her and Peggy. Barbara reached over to pick up the doll and it felt hot like it had been in the oven.

Immediately Barbara took the doll outside and threw it in the garbage can. Barbara couldn’t sleep anymore, but she held Peggy in her arms. It was around six or seven in the morning when they did fall asleep for a short time. When Barbara did wake up, there was the doll again at the bottom of the bed. OMG, she thought to herself, what kind of a doll is this. It seems like it is pure evil.

Barbara got dressed and took the doll out to the burning barrel. She doused it with lighter fluid and set it on fire. The doll lifted its head above the edge of the burning barrel, looked at Barbara and let out a scream that could be heard all over the neighborhood. She stood there until the flames went out and looked at the pile of ashed in the barrel. Barbara said to herself, “There you go, you will never bother us again.”

Barbara and Peggy went to sleep that night feeling like the trouble with the doll was over. They both fell asleep pretty early and were awakened by the smell of smoke and the sight of flames. Barbara rushed to Peggy’s room but she couldn’t get through the flames. The heat was burning her and she couldn’t get to Peggy. Peggy screamed, “Please help me, mommy, please help me.” Then there was silence.

Barbara rushed downstairs and called the fire department. They were there in a few minutes and saved much of the house, but the bedrooms were totally destroyed. One of the firemen came out holding the body of Peggy in his arms. Barbara broke down in tears. She was taken to the hospital and treated for her burns.

Sitting in one of the chairs in the downstairs living room was, Kitten. She had her eyes wide open and a smile on her face. What an evil doll she was. Barbara couldn’t deal with the death of her daughter and started to drink heavily. Soon she was homeless and living on the street.

A car was driving around and a man and a woman walked up to the table of a portly woman selling along the highway. The woman was holding the doll in her lap as her husband drove off. The portly woman sat back down in her chair waiting for the next customer to come along. She turned and looked at the old chest. She smiled and said to herself, “There is always someone that wants to make a child happy.” Then her face turned into a grizzly mass, her eyes bulged out, and blood was streaming down her face. Another car was seen in the distance moving toward her. Turning back to her portly self she was ready for the next victim.

© 2017 Larry W Fish


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      Shauna L Bowling 5 months ago from Central Florida

      I actually love yard sales. As long as they're in the yard and not in the garage!

      I like writing fiction, too. It's my favorite genre.

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      Larry W Fish 5 months ago from Raleigh

      Thank you for your comment, Shauna. I like to write some fiction that is unusual or over the top. Funny but I always get a creepy feeling at roadside yard sales.

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      Larry W. Fish 5 months ago

      Thank you for your comment, Shauna. I like to write some fiction out of the ordinary. Funny but I always get a creepy feeling at roadside yard sales.

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      Shauna L Bowling 5 months ago from Central Florida

      What a spooky tale, Larry! Those porcelain dolls always gave me the creeps. Luckily, I never had one as a girl.

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      Larry W. Fish 6 months ago

      Thank you for your comment, Terri. I hope you enjoyed the story.

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      Terri 6 months ago

      OMG. You are quite the writer.

      Love it

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      Larry W Fish 6 months ago from Raleigh

      FlourishAnyway, I love to write fiction stories out of the ordinary and over the top. Some people say I write like Stephen King, but apparently that is not true. He is famous and I am far far far from it, hahahaha.

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      FlourishAnyway 6 months ago from USA

      Very creepy! Some people have a phobia of dolls, puppets, or mannequins and you have certainly capitalized on that!

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      Larry W Fish 7 months ago from Raleigh

      Linda, I often write stories that are strange and out of the ordinary. I like to give people a little chill up and down their spine.

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      Linda Crampton 7 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      This is a gruesome but interesting story, Larry. I won't be able to get it out of my mind for some time! Like Eric, I'm glad that you published it.

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      Larry W Fish 7 months ago from Raleigh

      Eric, I like to let my mind wander and just see where it can go. I used to write quite a few stories in that venue, but I kind of got away from it. I have a friend that I went to high school with and she wanted me get back to that style again. So I have written a few lately.

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      Eric Dierker 7 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      That is the creepiest horrible story I can remember. You are wrongful to publish it. Thank goodness you did for it is really well done. I love it. But I will keep it to myself with my wife and child in the house.