The Baby Doll

Hey guys!!!

A lot of you might not know me anymore, because most of the active members here now are newbies. But when Paramdam was still starting out, I was one of the more prolific writers here, and that's how I got to witness how this group grew from a seedling into a mighty oak tree.

Anyway, since I'm feeling up to it right now, Halloween is right around the corner, and Anabelle seems to be the topic of choice of the people here, I will tell you a supernatural story that has something to do with a doll.

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Ever since Uncle (those who have been here in the group for a while, you know who he is) got back his job and started receiving a salary again; he got into the habit of buying toys. He bought many of them, ranging from action figures, to robots, to stuffed toys, to battle tops, to battling cars and other toys that young boys were into back then. He even bought kiddie meals from fast-food restaurants just to get the toys. And he didn't regret spending a huge amount of money just to purchase the toys that he wanted.

Honestly, I think if you added up the amounts of all the toys that he bought, you would be able to buy a house for the poor. Anyway, as long as Uncle wanted something, he would get it.

"I like that baby doll over there," Uncle said to his girlfriend one time.

His girlfriend's eyes widened in surprise at what she had heard. She knew Uncle knew how weird it was for a girl to find out that her boyfriend wanted a doll for any reason. But would she be able to stop him from getting it when she could feel that he would have a fit if he didn't get the toy that he wanted? And that's why the girlfriend had no choice but to go along with what Uncle wanted to do.

Actually, the doll was pretty damn cute. It didn't look ominous or anything like that. It really looked like a baby. And it was pretty amusing because if you pressed on its stomach, it would giggle as if it was being tickled. If you smacked its bottom, it would make crying sounds as if it was being hurt.

This baby doll didn't immediately show signs it had something possessing it. It stayed in the house for a few months before it did anything unusual. Of course, so that it wouldn't be thrown away or burned at once.

It allowed itself to be abused by Uncle's nephews and nieces, including my siblings. They threw it all over the place, smacked it several times, threw it down the stairs, ran it over with Uncle's toy trucks, and even gave it a tattoo on the back of its neck.

And there it began. I think this baby doll had finally had it with everyone and decided to show them what it could do to them.

One night, everyone in our house was sound asleep. I woke up suddenly because of my aching stomach. Of course, I immediately went out of the room to attend to my tummy's concerns. I have been trying to hold it in since earlier because I was too lazy to get up and go to the bathroom. But it had gotten to the point where I wouldn't be happy with what would happen the next time it rumbles in a bad way, so I hurriedly went on my way towards the "confession room" in order to "get rid of my sins."

When my stomach and my butt were finally relieved, I decided to pass by Uncle's room on the way back to mine. I thought he might forget to close the window again and leave us open to burglars. He wasn't in his room at the time, too, since he was on duty that night.

I was still approaching Uncle's room when I heard a faint sound of laughter. The hairs on the back of my neck started going up. Who would be the one laughing inside if there was no one in the room in the first place?

While I got closer and closer to the room, the laughing became louder and louder. I felt intense dread. But it was impossible for that chilling laughter that I'm hearing to just come from my imagination. What I heard was clearer than my 20/20 vision. And I couldn't mistake it for anything else. I've heard it many times before.

It was the laughter of Uncle's doll.

But a thought entered my mind that intensified my fear even more. What if there was a person inside? What if Uncle's room had a trespasser who had gained entry simpy because he left the window open?

Damn it! I don't want to chase after a thief!

I gathered all the courage that I could muster so that I could open the door to Uncle's room.

When I opened the door, I saw that everything inside was quiet. It was dark, which showed me that the windows were closed.

All of my fear went away. Maybe a rat had jumped on Uncle's doll and that's why it was giggling.

When I was about to close the door, something on the floor caught my eye. There was someone sitting on the floor. I stared at it for a few seconds until I finally noticed that their head was slowly turning towards me. I couldn't move from where I was standing since I knew who was sitting there.

It was Uncle's doll.

The doll smiled at me crazily, and its round eyes moved as well.

I screamed out of fright and my feet moved by themselves and I started to run for my life until I reached my room. I didn't even look at where I was going. As soon as I went inside my room, I quickly closed the door and locked it tight. I don't even remember what happened and next thing you know I woke up to a bright sunny morning with the memory still lodged in my head.

A few days passed. I didn't tell anyone about what happened, because, to be honest, I wasn't sure if everything was a dream or if I really saw something strange that night. I forced myself to forget all about that incident.

A few weeks later, me and my cousins decided to hold a movie marathon in Uncle's room.

Despite the large number of paranormal encounters that we had, horror movies still had a special place in our hearts. I was the one who played the movie that we decided to watch. The title was Hostel, if I remember it correctly.

We were about to reach the climax of the said film, and my female cousins were already shouting from fight and anticipation, when suddenly I heard laughter coming from behind us. I covered both my ears at first and then tried to plug them with my fingers. But when I stopped moving, I could still hear the giggling that seemed to be coming from a baby.

My cousins continued screaming and screeching as if I was the only one who was hearing the sounds of a gurgling happy baby.

"Guys!"

When I shouted that, everyone became quiet and looked at me at the same time. The infant's laughter became louder and at this point, I knew I wasn't the only one who could hear the child's giggling now. I could clearly see how all the faces of the people in front of me changed swiftly to genuine fear.

To make sure that my guess was right, I was forced to look behind me. My eyes immediately found Uncle's doll. It was lying down on its stomach on top of the stand.

It was looking at us with its large dead eyes.

We couldn't do anything other than run as if our lives depended on it. That was the second time we ran because something strange had happened. We told our aunts and Uncle about what just happened even while we were still panting for breath.

He quickly got the doll and checked it out. We were greatly surprised when we found out that it didn't have any batteries! We suddenly remembered that Uncle took them out to use for his TV's remote control so we can watch the movie comfortably.

All our eyes widened from the revelation. We all started shaking. We asked Uncle to throw away the doll but, as you might expect, he didn't do it. He only hid it inside a closet that he filled with old clothes so that we wouldn't see it.

Baby Doll became quiet for quite a while ever since it was kept by Uncle inside a closet that was older than he was. None of us even dared to open it. Even my aunts were scared of opening the closet. They just tried not to make it obvious, but I could still tell from how they acted how terrified they were of both the large cabinet and its scary content.

Anyway, one day, Baby Doll decided to play its tricks on Uncle next. It turns out that even Uncle didn't like opening that closet either. It wasn't because he was scared or anything, but it was because he didn't have anything to get from it or put in there.

But one time, he decided to clean out the closet. By this time, Uncle had forgotten that he had put the Baby Doll inside of it.

When Uncle opened the door of the closet, he fell on the floor and a scream filled the entirety of his room.

Uncle then opened his eyes. He now lay down on the floor, his arms in a defensive position that aimed to guard his face. Also on the floor was the feather duster, spray bottle, and the rag that he was holding just earlier. He looked to the left and there he saw the doll that was now facing him.

He could see the anger in its only open eye. Its mouth also opened and closed as it laughed out loud.

Out of fright, he kicked the doll which sent it flying to the other end of the room. Thankfully, it didn't move once it landed on the floor.

Uncle then decided to throw away the doll for good. He wrapped it two times with two black garbage bags and threw it away into a nearby creek. He followed with his eyes as it floated and was finally carried by the water into the distance. Our Uncle did not leave until he was sure that the doll was now far enough away, making sure that it won't get caught in the rocks as it drifted farther on.

He made sure that it was gone because he thought Baby Doll might come back and haunt them like Chucky if ever it did return.

When he couldn't see it anymore, he breathed a sigh of relief and made his way back home.

Possessed doll? Yup!

Evil spirits can definitely possess certain objects, such as dolls, mannequins, and even religious idols. So check your toys and idols at home, or you might find something similar to Baby Doll living in your house.