This story takes place in the early 1980's. I was around the age of 7 and just like any other little girl I loved my dolls. The house next door to mine was owned by two sisters Annie and Pauline. They were the nicest ladies on the block. In the summer time they would take out their folding chairs and sit in front of their house and crochet. They made everything, you name it they could crotchet it. Annie and Pauline used to make me things too. They made me a set of pom poms for my roller skates, a scarf, a hat and even a set of pot holders for my mother.
This particular summer they made me a doll out of yarn. I remember exactly what it looked like. The body was made of yellow yarn, and had little light blue bows for eyes and a red piece of yarn for the mouth. They even crocheted yarn on top of the doll's head to give it hair. My mom came home from work and said to me "look Jenn, Annie and Pauline made you this doll isn't that nice"? They were sitting outside when I got home and they told me to give it to you. I liked it right away, and thought it was the cutest thing. My mom then said to me when you see them tomorrow don't forget to thank them. I assured my mother that I would, and took the doll into my room. On the back of the doll's head there was a loop so I could hang it on the wall if I wanted, which is exactly what I did. I placed it on a hook on the wall opposite of my bed. My bedroom was square shaped and my bed was positioned along the wall on the left side of the room facing the entrance. On the right side of the room was a window. Behind my bed was another long wall where my dresser was.
That night was just like any other, I had dinner watched some TV and around 9:00pm it was time for me to go to bed. My mother came in to say good night turned out my light and headed off to bed herself. She turned off the light in the living room so the only light coming into my room was the moonlight coming in from my window. I snuggled down into my bed getting comfy for the night, when I looked up and saw the doll hanging there on the hook. I remember thinking to myself how much I liked the doll and how cute it was, and like any other little girl smiled at the doll and told it good night. Well what happened next I will never ever forget.
Everything about the doll changed. Its eyes were no longer little blue bows, they were dark black holes, and so was the mouth. (My hands are shaking as I type this) I watched in horror as it lifted its arms up over its head and opened its mouth with this twisted demonic look on its face. I was completely terrified. I couldn't even get up to run out of the room because I would have to have passed the wall it was hanging on and was sure that it if I tried it was going to grab me. My next thought was that it was going to jump off the hook and come after me. I had no choice but to grab the covers and hold them tightly over my head. I was shaking uncontrollably. I stood that way all night long, when the morning came I was sweating so badly because like I said it was the summer and I didn't have an air conditioner in my room. My bed was completely soaked and as soon as the sun was up so was I. I ran to my mom and told her what happened. Of course she didn't believe me, and said I was dreaming. I insisted I wasn't because it happened as soon as she left my room. Then my mom used the moonlight as an excuse and said it was a trick of the light. Yeah ok, that was some trick.
After a while of trying to get my mother to believe me, I just finally said I don't want the doll. Get it out of my room, and out of the house. My mother didn't want to do this because the sisters worked so hard on it, and felt bad throwing it away. I watched as she took the doll and tried to put it in my toy chest. I said OH NO! Get it out, I don't even want it in the house throw it out. I wouldn't stop until my mom put the doll in a bag and tied several knots in it so it couldn't get out. I watched as she went downstairs and threw it in the garbage can in the alley way.
When I saw the sisters later that day they asked me about the doll. I politely thanked them and said that I liked it. Not telling them a thing about the nightmare that took place the night before. Years passed by and Pauline had gotten sick and passed away. Annie was left to take care of the house on her own. She is still alive and my parents now live in an apartment in her house. Annie still sits outside on a nice day and crochets.
If anybody has any idea what might have happened that night, please feel free to comment. I would really like to know if it was a demon or something else.
Thanks for reading. Ciao for now