Let me come
to the point straight away. We had a doll in the house and eerie things began happening
after we planned to get rid of it, and that’s what this is about.
So, let’s
get to the beginning. Jerry was a vinyl, ‘boy doll’, and quite good looking! He
was about a foot long, the size of a small baby, dressed in blue, and all cute
and cuddly, with deep blue eyes, and a lovely expression on his face. The doll
was a gift for my elder daughter on her third birthday, and she loved it. In fact,
it was her first gift that year, and hence extra special. She spent hours
playing and talking to it, as all young girls do. As young parents, we attended
doll tea parties and doll birthdays, and it was fun and cute. The children’s’ friends
came over with their dolls too and the kids spent many an enjoyable holiday in
their make-believe world.
Then we had
our second baby girl, a few years later, and the doll was passed on. In fact,
both played with it for years. As and when necessary, it was washed in soap and
water, dried in the sun, and dressed in a fresh set of baby clothes.
After being
with us for about 8 years or so, Jerry was worn out, and was soon relegated to
being ‘an old toy’, as both girls took to ‘Barbies’ in a big way. Jerry was
never played with, began looking dusty, neglected, and dirty. However, whenever
we went to throw it out, or give it away, we never did, due to sentimental reasons.
The girls refused to part with it.
This is
where this story takes an unmistakeably sinister turn.
One morning
we found “Jerry boy” as he was affectionately called, with his neck off! Now
mark you - we had no dog or cat in the house and the doll had been relegated to
the corner of a top shelf in a large wooden
cupboard. Rather than keep it like that, my wife picked up a needle and thread,
stitched the neck firmly back on and put the doll back in the cupboard. We
forgot about the incident for a few months. Lo and behold,
when we decided to dispose of the cupboard and get a replacement, everything
was taken out of the cupboard and put on the bed. Amidst all the clothes, we
spotted Jerry- with his neck about to fall off once again. Something just did
not seem right. This transpired on two more occasions – the last time it did, the
clothes were all torn, and the face scratched. It could have been my imagination,
but I felt that the lips seemed darker than normal, and the eyebrows slightly raised
and pulled together. That was the icing on the cake. I immediately had the doll
put in a large plastic bag and without telling the two girls, I threw it in the
bin outside. Luckily, the garbage van was there at the very moment, and we
never saw or heard of ‘Jerry boy’ again.
We then
shifted to another house, and all was well for a few months. Then, surprise of
surprises, we came home from school one afternoon & saw a doll in the house.
It was a blond haired, light eyed, porcelain doll, had on a pink lace dress, and
looked new. We had a house maid, and when
we asked her where it had come from, she was as confused as us. My elder
daughter said that she had taken it out from a box in the toy
cupboard. However far- out the explanation, we had no reason to disbelieve her,
and presumed that one of their friends had probably left it at our place after
the last sleep over and would collect it on her next visit.
It looked adorable.
As it was
never claimed, we were left with no other alternative but to keep it, it
assuming that it could have been a birthday gift, that we had somehow
overlooked. The girls played with it now and then and all was honky dory. It
sat with the large collection of barbies on a low shelf and somehow fitted in,
despite being the odd one out.
Then we
went for the summer vacation and by the time we returned, the doll seemed to
have taken on a life of its own. Now first and foremost it was one of those old-fashioned
talking dolls. The doll's talking mechanism was activated by a small button
on its back. Pressing the button turned a grooved disc inside the doll's body,
and a metal needle produced sound from the disc by traveling through the grooves.
What was odd was the fact that although the doll spoke English, it was with a
strange accent. There were two prerecorded sentences. the first was ‘Hello, my
name is Mia’. The second was, “I want to play with you.” Those were followed by
the doll laughing! If you ask me, the laughter was hideous and quite repulsive,
but the girls laughed along and seemed to enjoy it so who was I to complain!
The first time this happened we woke with a start. It was
well past midnight when the doll, which was lying at the corner of the bed,
occupied by the kids, started talking and laughing! It spoke the same two
sentences repeatedly - and as for the laugh itself- it scared me.
I have always imagined myself as some sort of a detective, so
I worked it out, much to the chagrin of my wife, that one of the kids had woken
from her sleep, played with the doll, activated the talk button, and then dozed
off. Nevertheless, we did not put too much thought into the incident and dozed
off again. We woke with a start at about five am with the doll on the ground
and yes, it was talking again and oh that sinister laughter!
I managed to convince my wife using the same logic once again,
that it was just a bizarre coincidence, that had happened twice in one night.
I am not going to draw this out, but this doll often began
talking at abnormal times - at night, in the afternoon, when it was in the
cupboard and even when we placed it in the showcase! At times we only heard the
awful laughter. I would then jump and switch it off.
Our younger daughter found this quite amusing while the elder
one felt that our fears were unfounded, although unable to come up with any
fathomable or plausible explanation herself.
As there was no sentimental attachment to this doll, and we
were leaving for Dubai in a week, we left it in the house along with a few
other toys, rather than throw it away.
The next tenant probably found it. Not sure if it is still
talking and laughing or whether that show was only for our benefit.
Would love to know.
