The Porcelain Doll
Horror Stories - The Porcelain Doll
The doll stared at me as I bawled on my bed, soaking the quilt my grandmother had made me when I was six (about seven years ago). I ran out on my mother when she fought with me about eating my dinner and then brought up my grandmothers death. She said that I wasn't eating because of her death. That wasn't true, at least I told myself it wasn't. I looked back to the doll that had been watching me from my living room for the past week. The porcelain doll had eventually found her way into my room. My mother probably believed that it would make me feel better.
Like my grandmother was still here. It sure as hell didn't though. The doll wasn't even nice and sweet. It was gloomy and eerie. Her eyes were black with dark circles underneath from the fading paint. It's skin was white like snow and it's hair was a crimson red. It's clothes were wilted. The doll looked like it had been from hell and back. It also had this dark crack running up it's right arm. It made me cringe each time I looked at it. I dug my face back into the pillow and heard a knock on the door.
"Go away," I cried but I was muffled out thanks to the pillow.
"Come on Sady," my mother begged from behind the door. "Let me in please."
"No!" I whimpered. "Go away?!"
It was quiet for a minute. I began to believe that she had wandered off. I was alone again. Then I heard footprints approaching my room. She couldn't do so why does she think father will be able too? I asked myself. The footprints stopped outside my door and the sound of something unlocking filled my room. I watched my door knob twist in turn in confusion. My door opened and revealed my mother holding a key!
"What the hell?!" I screamed. "How long have you had that?!"
"Since we got the new door," My mother explained.
"What the hell?!"
"Stop using that language young lady," My mother yelled but soon soothed her voice for apologizing.
In the middle of her apology she stopped and noticed something in the corner of her eye.
"What is this doing in here?" she asked.
"What is what doing in here?" I sobbed.
"The porcelain doll I gave grandma on her birthday about a month ago," she replied. "Why is it in here?"
"I don't know. Didn't you put it in here?"
"Oh my god Sady! I know your upset but you don't need to lie!" My mother gasped, grabbed the doll, and locked the door behind her.
I had no clue what had just happened. I began sobbing again - out of habit of being called a liar. I dug my face in the pillow again and drifted off into sleep.
My door creaked open. My eyes slowly crept open, expecting to see my mother coming to apologize again. When I opened my eyes, it was dark like night. Actually, it was night. My door was wide open and I heard glass shuffle. I squinted, looked around, but couldn't find what had happened.
I got out of my bed and crept towards the doorway. My feet were bear and the floor was like ice. I peered my head out the hallway and didn't see anyone. When I turned around, it was sitting in my bed. The doll was sitting up, in my bed, holding the key to my room. I gasped and realized it must've just been my mother scaring me. She was a jerk like that sometimes. I grabbed the doll and dug the key from her hands, which were grasped around the key.
"Okay mom, it's time to come out," I explained.
The room was silent. I didn't even hear breathing. My mother probably sneaked around me as I turned and noticed the doll. I was too tired to work out the facts and went to put the doll back in the glass case, not wanting to be caught with her again.
The glass door slid open and I was just about to put the doll in when I heard a deep breathing. I turned to see no one else in the room. When I turned around the doll had the key and she was smiling. Usually she had a gloomy line on her face, no expression at all. I gasped and the doll moved to impale me with the key, forcing me to drop her. The sound of the doll shattering into a million pieces echoed throughout the house and a small squeak of fear came from within me. I wasn't even scared that the doll had moved. I was scared that my mother was going to murder me. I wasn't able to move though, I was frozen over the scattered porcelain body parts. I heard a creek in the floorboards and a gasp. My mother rushed up to me and pushed me out of the way.
"What is wrong with you Sady?" My mother cried, tears trickling down her rosy cheeks.
"I don't know, she was moving!" I exclaimed.
"That's impossible! It was probably just the darkness playing tricks on your eyes."
My mother moved the glass around and gasped once more. She had found the key to my room.
"So this is what you were after! How did you know I hid it in the doll! This is why you broke her!" My mother assumed.
"This was all my mother left me," she continued. "Nothing else. No money, no land, no jewelry, just this hunk of junk and now you've damaged the only thing I had left of my mother."
I felt terrible, but I was sure that the doll had moved. Also, it wasn't my fault she had put the doll in my room. Now I was starting to believe otherwise though. My mother then stopped sobbing and came to a realization. She stood up and walked past me into my room. When she left my room, she had a quilt. My quilt. My quilt that was made by my late grandmother.
"No!" I cried, lunging myself towards my mother and trying to tug it free from her.
Mother pushed me back and told me to clean up the mess I had made. I bawled as my mother took /my /quilt to bed with her. I rocked back and forth for a little while, not thinking, just sitting in silence. I eventually cleaned up the broken doll and poured the remains into a dumpster outside, after that I cried myself to sleep.
I dropped my bag onto my dining room table and poured myself some water. I examined the empty glass. The dust from where the doll had broken was still there. I decided that I should vacuum it up. I was beginning to feel bad about what I had done but I was still mad that my mother had taken the last thing I had of my grandmother. I wondered about how I actually believed the doll had moved the night before as I went to the supply closet. I opened the door and looked around for the vacuum. I pushed and shoved things around. I still hadn't found the vacuum and then I moved a broom and it was there. Not the vacuum, the doll.
The doll was shattered all the over the place, but it was like she was mended back together. Her dress was even more withered than before and her expression wasn't plane or happy. It's expression was angry, like it wanted revenge. I fell back, my heart began racing like an engine. The broom then fell back into place but I was too curious to leave it there. I moved the broom again and found the vacuum. I told myself that the guilt of breaking the doll must've started making me see things.
I pulled the vacuum out and plugged it. The house blared with the sound of the vacuum buzzing. I could hear nothing else, not even my own thoughts. Then I heard something. I heard laughter, a little girls laughter. Then I noticed something else, the sound of shuffling glass.
I turned off the vacuum to listen for more, but couldn't make out any sounds. I continued vacuuming, not having any other interruptions. When I finished vacuuming I started my homework. I flew through it for some reason, even though it usually took me a few hours. It was beginning to get dark out I noticed so I decided to hop into the shower. I grabbed clean clothes from my dress and a clean towel from under the sink.
After I was fully undressed, I felt to make sure the water was the right temperature. I fondled with the water knob until the water was perfectly lukewarm. The glass slammed behind me, making me cringe and remember the sound of the doll shattering. I tried to compress the memory from my mind. The water ran down my skin and I followed the droplets with my chocolate eyes. I ran my hands through my hair and got caught in a daze. I imaged I was underwater, breathing without drowning. It was so beautiful. I wondered the a reef, stepping on coral without flinching and then my beautiful daydream was broken by the loud sound of glass shattering. My eyes popped open and turned the water off. It was silent.
I couldn't see anything else happening in the room because the glass was foggy. I lifted my hand to wipe away the mist from the glass and when I did, the doll was there staring into my soul with her black, dead, angry eyes. I screamed and fell back, hitting my arm into the water nozzle. I flinched and whined in pain. I flung the door to the shower open and the doll was gone. I was alone, but the bathroom door was open completely. I phone began to ring and I tried to stand up. I had apparently twisted my ankle in the process of my fall. I grabbed my phone off the bathroom sink and answered.
"Hello?" I whined into the phone.
"Come and play with me ... Sady," A little girls voice whispered in the phone and then I recalled the giggle that followed after from earlier. I screamed and hung up.
My lock screen to my phone came back and revealed to me that my mother had texted she was on her way home. I knew this was my chance to prove to her the doll was really alive. Unless I was imagining this which I was sure I wasn't anymore. I looked around the bathroom to see what glass had been shattered earlier but couldn't find anything. I poked my head out of the bathroom and tip-toed down the hallway until I heard glass shifting from behind me and started sprinting. I ran into my room and locked the door behind me. I wheezed and tried to catch my breath.
Then I heard a giggle come from outside my door. I bent over in my towel and squinted through the key hole. Then I learned what had shattered moments before. It was the dolls glass case. I heard glass shift again, then seconds later the dolls black, heartless eye was in my face. The doll giggled and I fell back again.
Then I noticed a familiar sound filling my room. It was the sound of my door unlocking! I tried to get up to barricade the door but it was too late. My bedroom door swung open and banged into my foot. The doll approached me until she was leaning over my head.
"Say hello to your grandmother for me Sady," the doll demanded and then revealed to of been hiding a piece of broken glass behind her back. The same piece of broken glass that was to go through my heart.
Like my grandmother was still here. It sure as hell didn't though. The doll wasn't even nice and sweet. It was gloomy and eerie. Her eyes were black with dark circles underneath from the fading paint. It's skin was white like snow and it's hair was a crimson red. It's clothes were wilted. The doll looked like it had been from hell and back. It also had this dark crack running up it's right arm. It made me cringe each time I looked at it. I dug my face back into the pillow and heard a knock on the door.
"Go away," I cried but I was muffled out thanks to the pillow.
"Come on Sady," my mother begged from behind the door. "Let me in please."
"No!" I whimpered. "Go away?!"
It was quiet for a minute. I began to believe that she had wandered off. I was alone again. Then I heard footprints approaching my room. She couldn't do so why does she think father will be able too? I asked myself. The footprints stopped outside my door and the sound of something unlocking filled my room. I watched my door knob twist in turn in confusion. My door opened and revealed my mother holding a key!
"What the hell?!" I screamed. "How long have you had that?!"
"Since we got the new door," My mother explained.
"What the hell?!"
"Stop using that language young lady," My mother yelled but soon soothed her voice for apologizing.
In the middle of her apology she stopped and noticed something in the corner of her eye.
"What is this doing in here?" she asked.
"What is what doing in here?" I sobbed.
"The porcelain doll I gave grandma on her birthday about a month ago," she replied. "Why is it in here?"
"I don't know. Didn't you put it in here?"
"Oh my god Sady! I know your upset but you don't need to lie!" My mother gasped, grabbed the doll, and locked the door behind her.
I had no clue what had just happened. I began sobbing again - out of habit of being called a liar. I dug my face in the pillow again and drifted off into sleep.
My door creaked open. My eyes slowly crept open, expecting to see my mother coming to apologize again. When I opened my eyes, it was dark like night. Actually, it was night. My door was wide open and I heard glass shuffle. I squinted, looked around, but couldn't find what had happened.
I got out of my bed and crept towards the doorway. My feet were bear and the floor was like ice. I peered my head out the hallway and didn't see anyone. When I turned around, it was sitting in my bed. The doll was sitting up, in my bed, holding the key to my room. I gasped and realized it must've just been my mother scaring me. She was a jerk like that sometimes. I grabbed the doll and dug the key from her hands, which were grasped around the key.
"Okay mom, it's time to come out," I explained.
The room was silent. I didn't even hear breathing. My mother probably sneaked around me as I turned and noticed the doll. I was too tired to work out the facts and went to put the doll back in the glass case, not wanting to be caught with her again.
The glass door slid open and I was just about to put the doll in when I heard a deep breathing. I turned to see no one else in the room. When I turned around the doll had the key and she was smiling. Usually she had a gloomy line on her face, no expression at all. I gasped and the doll moved to impale me with the key, forcing me to drop her. The sound of the doll shattering into a million pieces echoed throughout the house and a small squeak of fear came from within me. I wasn't even scared that the doll had moved. I was scared that my mother was going to murder me. I wasn't able to move though, I was frozen over the scattered porcelain body parts. I heard a creek in the floorboards and a gasp. My mother rushed up to me and pushed me out of the way.
"What is wrong with you Sady?" My mother cried, tears trickling down her rosy cheeks.
"I don't know, she was moving!" I exclaimed.
"That's impossible! It was probably just the darkness playing tricks on your eyes."
My mother moved the glass around and gasped once more. She had found the key to my room.
"So this is what you were after! How did you know I hid it in the doll! This is why you broke her!" My mother assumed.
"This was all my mother left me," she continued. "Nothing else. No money, no land, no jewelry, just this hunk of junk and now you've damaged the only thing I had left of my mother."
I felt terrible, but I was sure that the doll had moved. Also, it wasn't my fault she had put the doll in my room. Now I was starting to believe otherwise though. My mother then stopped sobbing and came to a realization. She stood up and walked past me into my room. When she left my room, she had a quilt. My quilt. My quilt that was made by my late grandmother.
"No!" I cried, lunging myself towards my mother and trying to tug it free from her.
Mother pushed me back and told me to clean up the mess I had made. I bawled as my mother took /my /quilt to bed with her. I rocked back and forth for a little while, not thinking, just sitting in silence. I eventually cleaned up the broken doll and poured the remains into a dumpster outside, after that I cried myself to sleep.
I dropped my bag onto my dining room table and poured myself some water. I examined the empty glass. The dust from where the doll had broken was still there. I decided that I should vacuum it up. I was beginning to feel bad about what I had done but I was still mad that my mother had taken the last thing I had of my grandmother. I wondered about how I actually believed the doll had moved the night before as I went to the supply closet. I opened the door and looked around for the vacuum. I pushed and shoved things around. I still hadn't found the vacuum and then I moved a broom and it was there. Not the vacuum, the doll.
The doll was shattered all the over the place, but it was like she was mended back together. Her dress was even more withered than before and her expression wasn't plane or happy. It's expression was angry, like it wanted revenge. I fell back, my heart began racing like an engine. The broom then fell back into place but I was too curious to leave it there. I moved the broom again and found the vacuum. I told myself that the guilt of breaking the doll must've started making me see things.
I pulled the vacuum out and plugged it. The house blared with the sound of the vacuum buzzing. I could hear nothing else, not even my own thoughts. Then I heard something. I heard laughter, a little girls laughter. Then I noticed something else, the sound of shuffling glass.
I turned off the vacuum to listen for more, but couldn't make out any sounds. I continued vacuuming, not having any other interruptions. When I finished vacuuming I started my homework. I flew through it for some reason, even though it usually took me a few hours. It was beginning to get dark out I noticed so I decided to hop into the shower. I grabbed clean clothes from my dress and a clean towel from under the sink.
After I was fully undressed, I felt to make sure the water was the right temperature. I fondled with the water knob until the water was perfectly lukewarm. The glass slammed behind me, making me cringe and remember the sound of the doll shattering. I tried to compress the memory from my mind. The water ran down my skin and I followed the droplets with my chocolate eyes. I ran my hands through my hair and got caught in a daze. I imaged I was underwater, breathing without drowning. It was so beautiful. I wondered the a reef, stepping on coral without flinching and then my beautiful daydream was broken by the loud sound of glass shattering. My eyes popped open and turned the water off. It was silent.
I couldn't see anything else happening in the room because the glass was foggy. I lifted my hand to wipe away the mist from the glass and when I did, the doll was there staring into my soul with her black, dead, angry eyes. I screamed and fell back, hitting my arm into the water nozzle. I flinched and whined in pain. I flung the door to the shower open and the doll was gone. I was alone, but the bathroom door was open completely. I phone began to ring and I tried to stand up. I had apparently twisted my ankle in the process of my fall. I grabbed my phone off the bathroom sink and answered.
"Hello?" I whined into the phone.
"Come and play with me ... Sady," A little girls voice whispered in the phone and then I recalled the giggle that followed after from earlier. I screamed and hung up.
My lock screen to my phone came back and revealed to me that my mother had texted she was on her way home. I knew this was my chance to prove to her the doll was really alive. Unless I was imagining this which I was sure I wasn't anymore. I looked around the bathroom to see what glass had been shattered earlier but couldn't find anything. I poked my head out of the bathroom and tip-toed down the hallway until I heard glass shifting from behind me and started sprinting. I ran into my room and locked the door behind me. I wheezed and tried to catch my breath.
Then I heard a giggle come from outside my door. I bent over in my towel and squinted through the key hole. Then I learned what had shattered moments before. It was the dolls glass case. I heard glass shift again, then seconds later the dolls black, heartless eye was in my face. The doll giggled and I fell back again.
Then I noticed a familiar sound filling my room. It was the sound of my door unlocking! I tried to get up to barricade the door but it was too late. My bedroom door swung open and banged into my foot. The doll approached me until she was leaning over my head.
"Say hello to your grandmother for me Sady," the doll demanded and then revealed to of been hiding a piece of broken glass behind her back. The same piece of broken glass that was to go through my heart.
