There's been quite a few doll stories that i never believed, but I have had my own experience with a pot doll that i assume was possessed or being moved by a polterguist rather than actually alive.
My nana came to the door with her car keys in one hand and a box in the other. Intrigued, i ran to the door and asked her what she'd brought. Smiling, she passed me the box and through the perspex window in the other side, i saw a mini replica of myself. My mum walked up behind me and took the box from my hands, saying how uncanny the resemblance was and that i must thank my nana.
My nana beamed down at me, as she saw the clearly extatic expression on my face. She explained to me that it was simply for show and i was never to untie the pretty pink ribbons in the dolls hair and exercise my atrocious hairdressing skills as i had on so many of my other dolls.
Whenever my friends visited my room, they commented on how much the doll looked like me and how pretty her red ringlets were. Because of this i named her the nickname i had been given as a baby, which had stuck for life: Ke-ke.
Ke-ke had pride of place above all my orniments and dolls next to the mirror on my dressing table. This way, she overlooked my bed and the window, and i could admire her whenever i brushed through my red ringlets at my dressing table.
For the first month or so, i was happy this way. I would straighten her floral dress and dust her porcelain face every night before i went to sleep.
However, one morning i sat at my dressing table, brushing my hair and singing as, from the corner of my eye, i noticed ke-ke blink. I quickly turned to face her, concentrating hard to acknowledge any slight movement. After about a minute of nothing, i assumed i was just tired and continued brushing my hair, when from the corner of my eye i saw her move again. This time i was sure of it, and backed away, running downstairs to my mum. Of course my mum didn't believe me, thinking that i was over tired and imagining things. She eventually talked me into disbelieving what i had earlier seen and we went to visit my sister and brother in law. We didn't return home until very late that night and i fell straight into bed, pulling the covers over me. As i began to fall asleep, i heard a noise at the end of my bed. startled, i jumpred out of bed and switched on the light. There was nothing there. A few minutes later, another noise. This time, as i sat up, i saw ke-ke's ringlet shake slightly, as though she had just moved! Unnerved, i turned her to face the opposite direction. There were no more noises, and by the morning i had almost forgotten.
There were no more doll experiences for the next week or so, but every night i had terrible dreams of ke-ke. The main dream was that she had some force over me and i couldn't move away as she cackled defiantly.
Soon i would turn the doll to face the opposite direction every night before i went to sleep, terrified of her icey eyes penetrating every fabric of my being.
Until one morning. I slumped out from under the covers and opened my curtains, turning to see ke-ke staring right back at me. Not only was she facing my bed, but she was on the opposite side of the mirror.
Terrified, i put the doll in a box and left her in the garage.
The nightmares immediately stopped. There were no more strainge noises in the night and my room had a more cosy feel to it once again.
I never thought about ke-ke again until i moved house. I opened a box to see her staring out. The garage had been damp, and everything around her in the box had moulded or had stains of mildew. Not ke-ke. She alone was preserved in the box.
I left that box in that garage and i've never bothered about ke-ke since. The only time she crosses my mind is when someone mentions a haunted doll and i always wonder...
