A Post-Halloween tale. I know that time of season has passed, but I still want to write about this because I want to.
Oftentimes when I came home from thrifting my mother would ask me what I got and like a child (ha ha ha) I would immediately show her my loot with excitement and a short story to boot of how I got it. My sister on the other hand will say “Aren’t you afraid these dolls might come alive at night? You don’t even know where they came from and who owns them…” to which I always say “No, why should I? I adopted them, I’m saving them in a way and giving them TLC, they should be thankful.”
Well, to be honest there are times it crossed my mind, having watched a lot of horror movies about dolls, I sort of have these feelings. What if these dolls have inherited negative energies from their previous owner? What if they are cursed? What if there’s a soul living inside these dolls?
There was a time when I brought home a doll from a thrift store, I was excited because she’s a 16″ princess doll and looked new. My mom said she’s beautiful, I’m not quite sure, but I think she raised the dolls arms and tried to scare me by saying “She’s about to strangle you…” and I just laugh it off. I went upstairs, examine the doll and noticed how odd that her arms seems longer and her hands…, but I dismissed the thought and immediately bathe and spruce her up. I let her sit on top of my bed. Days passed, each time I go up, the first thing I noticed about her are her arms and hands, not her angelic face. I guess my mom’s joke stuck my mind.
Then one Sunday afternoon, the 5 year old daughter of our neighbor came up with me in our bedroom. She often comes to play with my dolls, so she’s used to seeing different types of them. But that day, she refused to enter our bedroom, she was slightly whimpering, looking at the doll.
I convinced her to come in, hiding behind my back, she doesn’t want to come near the doll. I asked why, she just shook her head and started whimpering again so I took her downstairs worried she might cry. Then I went up and that started the “feeling” again. Crazy thought, I asked why, maybe you (doll) are meant to be with someone else, not with me. So I took the doll to the Church (yes, because I’m crazy) then the Parish Office where there are donation boxes for clothes and toys. I bid her happy trip!
Then, there’s another one, an antique German Bisque Doll. She’s still in good condition but quite old. I got curious and was contemplating on buying her, but hesitated when I saw she has teeth behind the slightly parted lips. I tried to peep further inside her mouth but it was dark, well who knows, she might even have a tongue! I took out my camera and tried to take a snap of her, but no matter how I tried several times, adjusting the settings and all, the photos comes out blurred. I tried using my cellphone, but it wouldn’t focus on her face! I gave up and said “Ok I knew it now, the signs, you’re not for me.”
That day I googled her name and indeed she’s an antique doll. Sorry no picture, I have forgotten her name now, I couldn’t find it in my gallery, I’m sure I didn’t delete it.