Another Walk Down Memory Lane…

pediophobia (n) fear of dolls

When we are children, the majority of little girls tend to have an affection toward dolls. Growing up, I was a bit of a tomboy in my childhood years. My family could also tell you not only did I not like dolls, I was actually rather frightened by them. Throughout those years, I had more than one unsettling encounter with a doll. (Stuffed animals were okay. In fact, they ruled. It was just girly dolls that freaked me out.) The one instance I remember the most (and a day my family will never forget) was a day that has gone down in infamy as “The Clown Doll Incident” the way my family refers to it.

The Backstory

In the late 80s/early 90s my immediate family owned a shore house where we would visit in the summer. Our family would invite relatives over and they’d stay for weekends with us. My cousin and I were best friends as children. We were inseparable and our favorite pastime was watching horror movies together.

On this particular day, we were watching Child’s Play. A movie about a doll that comes to life and tries to kill the child that owns it. (Nice, right?) Despite my uneasiness with dolls, we were not phased. In fact, we thoroughly enjoyed these cheesy 80s/90s horror flicks as kids. (We still do.) Although, there was something that caught our eye during the movie that we talked about the night before.

The Culprit

My grandmother used to keep this little Irish clown doll around. It was the most hideous thing you could imagine. To her, it was a cute little friend. To my cousin and I, it was demonic.

Creepy Re-creation
This is the best I could re-create the creepy thing. It may look cute to some, but don’t be fooled. It is the epitome of evil!

The “Incident”

So, we plotted. As the movie was playing, we went and grabbed the creepy doll that had robbed us of sleep so many nights. We were going to play a game of soccer with it. We giggled and belly-laughed as we took out our fear and frustration with the terrifying thing. Then, the set up – I put the little demon on the floor and got ready for a powerful kick. The house had high ceilings with these huge cedar beams to protect the roof from collapsing during a storm. What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion.

As I ran forward to make the “goal” I pulled my leg back as far as I could. Then, I felt tremendous pain radiating throughout my entire leg. You see, as I went to kick the blasted thing, the top of my foot made contact with a known slope that went from our dining area into the living room. My ankle twisted all the way around and everyone in the house heard it snap. My body flopped to the ground and I let out a primal scream. My cousin stood there in shock and concern. The rest of my family ran over to help.

I was soon after examined. It turned out I had torn ligaments and a broken ankle. My cousin didn’t even crack a smile as he saw his best buddy hobbling out on crutches. We later talked about how strange it was that “the incident” happened while we were watching a movie about a killer doll. We still bring it up every once in a while.

Although there are many reasons I’m not too keen on dolls, I think that one takes the cake.

Oh yeah, and then there’s that.

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Notes: This post is a true story and I was inspired to share by aliceatwonderland’s post here. This is also my 200th post on CardCastlesInTheSky! Yay for milestones!

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28 thoughts on “Another Walk Down Memory Lane…

    1. Me too, surprisingly! I could tell you creepy stories for days that would make the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

      & Oh boy…I should have put a disclaimer under those comments. lol That thing is beyond terrifying, isn’t it?!

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      1. Yeah I glanced at the Robert page and attempted to watch a video about him but I didn’t finish it. It was like I was tempting my scary doll memories to come revisit me and I have no desire for that lol.

        Should we have a contest to see who has the scariest doll stories? 🙂

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  1. Omg–how awful! I can relate to your fear though. My eclectic grandfather had more that a few strange collectible dolls, figures, paintings, etc, in his house. Tiptoeing by them at nighttime was NOT fun! I couldn’t blame any of the on an injury though, my gosh!

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    1. Ugh! My great aunt had an entire apartment full of them! The porcelain extra creepy kind. I think that’s where my fear came from. It felt like there were 1,000 eyes watching my every move. So I DEFINITELY understand the tiptoeing!

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  2. That Talky Tina clip is a classic! What a blast from the past 😀

    That clown doll broke your ankle and tore those ligaments big time – I hope you burned it! LOL. I’ve never been particularly fond of dolls either, but clown dolls are the worst…

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    1. I wish I had! When I got back from the hospital it was gone, though. No one in my family ever spoke of what happened to it.
      I hope it doesn’t come pay me a visit like Talky Tina! Lol
      & Yes, Dianne – when I tell you this thing was beyond creepy…that’s a bit of a gross understatement.

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    1. I know, right? Double-whammy. We never knew what happened to it afterward either. We just know that it disappeared. We’d like to think my grandfather took it outside and burned it.
      Although, we both joke that we’re gonna wake up one night and see it sitting on our chest.

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