Short Horror Stories Book 2

The Evil Doll

My mother, had a large Shirley Temple doll when she was little whose eyes she says followed he everywhere, literally. She hated that doll, and it ended up buried it somewhere, only to resurface when she was much older. She would not tell me the rest of the story until I begged her, and made me promise not to ask my aunt about it, and to not to mention it again after she told me.

She gave the doll to my cousin, her niece. Why she did this, I can't imagine. She says that she convinced herself that she imagined things as a child herself, but seriously?

Anyway, my cousin is playing with the doll one day, when my aunt comes in and finds the doll TALKING to my cousin. So, she freaks out, and takes the doll away. My uncle buried it, in pieces, as it continued to laugh up a storm.

That shit is EVIL!!!!

I asked my aunt about it (against my mom's wishes), and she simply said, "I don't want to talk about it."