continuing on from the 'childhood fears thread and phantoms thread...started by nettiesmiles.

as a rule, ppl were not the norm eye saw, but stranger things were, and are.

THE DOLL THAT WINKED
(a bit long, but true story)

daddy was a junk dealer, who loved to bring home his craft, JUNK!
he brought things like, old, stuffed, REAL aligators, REAL bear rugs, the immense kind, with the REAL teeth still in the gaping bear mouth, and the glaring glass eyes that seemed to follow you everywhere. daddy, daddy.

daddy was a LOT like Ice Cube's daddy in 'Friday' the movie.
'y'all shut up! you ain't seen nothing!" was his favorite motto.

as if we didn't have enough trouble just living out our childhood in 'daddy's house', daddy brought home some of the strangest junk ever, and proceeded to put it in the girls room.

that's us.

now from daddy's perspective this junk was worth keeping, though apparently some body thought otherwise and had thrown this rather new looking item away.

the item in question was a wedding cake doll...well, that's what we called her. it was a beautiful, blue eyed, black haired doll in a huge flower and lace tiered dress, that for all the world looked like she was sitting in a huge wedding cake. very like the dress Scarlett o Hara wore n the first scene of the 'Gone with the Wind' movie.

we were nstructed explicitly to never bother this doll, she was for show and not for play. they may as well had put a NEON sign on her saying, 'step right up kids, get yer untouchable doll right here!'

our dolls had legs, we soon discovered after 'accidently' lifting 'the doll's' mounds of lace layering, that she 'had no legs'. she was stuffed into a huge weighted cloth dome that made her southern belle dress stand out, and kept her standing steady, as well.
NO LEGS? instinct told us this doll was not a normal doll...where was the rest of her body?

daddy was proud of his 'doll find' and warned us against touching her. why did he have to keep the blamed thing in our room?

as kids will want to do, we gathered our siblings and had a family meeting about the doll.
sittng on the bed one night, facing the doll, we contemplated removing her from the dresser...

daddy had brought a similar doll home earlier, and was at a loss as to where the 'MISSING' doll was! the missing doll, being a smaller, more handleable doll than this one, she was 3ft tall, had been dispensed to a dark black region deep in our crowded closet underneath old shoes and clothes where daddy would NEVER find her.

...when my little sister screamed.
the doll winked she gasped!

now no kid was near the doll, in her white and blue organdy dress with matching hat, high up on our dresser.
she was on a solid base, and she should not have been able to blink unaided, though she did have moveable eyes, unless one laid her down.

we did not question the validity of our comrade in arms, my little sister's claim. we would not be divided in our ranks or purpose by doubt.
knowing 'the doll' was now listening to our disposal schemes, we whispered at every meeting and watched her over our shoulder, and had a sentry watch her as well...

she moved! went up the cry...

we all ran to the dresser to stare at this sneaky winking doll.
needless to say, there were no more night meetings in front of her.
we went to a higher source, and requested 'MOM" remove the offending object and why.
mom said for some reason the doll bothered her as well, but we had better leave it alone since, yo' daddy brought it here.

our last resource gone, we resolved to take matters into our own hands.
early the next day, the doll didn't seem to move as much in the day time, eye and my siblings, it was saturday, watched the doll instead of cartoons.

eye wanted to see for myself, this phenomenon.

after 2hrs of sitting bored...when eye began to think maybe we were just...she did it again!

not quick, like she was shakened or vibrated by earthquake or traffic tremors from outside or even us bumping her. she did it slowly, purposefully, while looking right at us.

unified in fright, the tallest of us rushed the 3ft doll, snatching her legless, domed form down from the dresser. was she struggling? or was she suddenly heavier?
a pair of sharp scissors appeared mysteriously from under a mattress!

working in a frenzy, we reduced that doll to shreds, down to the newspaper cotton stuffing base of her dome formed bottom.
she was irreparable, her wedding cake dress lay in shredded ruin everywhere around the room.

saiated, we rested.

we still could not separate the doll body from the form, so the question of no legs still vexed us, but not more than the realization of what 'daddy' would do when he found out what we had done to his doll.

gathering the evidence, we started 2 store this one in the closet as well, but soon thought better of it, as we were not sure of what more harm she could do other than wink...taking her and the other 'missing doll' we tossed them both out the side window overlooking a parking lot alley way.

both dolls broke on further impact, but the head of the winking one caught on the chicken wire fencing, just below our window...just her head, and it was facing us!

for years, even on hot summer nights, our dad wondered why we never opened that window to let cool air into our stuffy room. Momma knew.

neighborhood boys eventually retrieved the head from the wire, and used it 4 a soft ball, before a pack of vagabond dogs found it and made short work of the rest.

eye don't suppose that has anything to do with why a LOT of us babyboomers sleep directly on mattresses on the floor?

:LOL:

:LOL: @ P O O K!

Oh my god! Is this the longest topic ever.

reminds me of y eye don't like going n the OLLLld dark basement under the house, no matter how new ur house is the basement is STILL creepy!

eye guess it's like being n a spacious coffin?

grown folks do tend to write off children's fears and hunches.

...and who cares about this...