Question of day, why do haunted locations have creepy dolls? Ugh, the dreaded creepy doll. I mean, they just watch you. They follow you with their beady little eyes. Some eyes that look so real that I’m not so sure that they’re not. I think every location I’ve investigated has had at least one doll.
Our team once investigated a house named the Doll House. Yep, you guessed it, it was filled with dolls. No joke. It was a small, four room house that you could run a circle in. Each room was stuffed with as many dolls as possible. They were on shelves, in curio cabinets, on couches, windowsills, baby beds, you name it. Some went floor to ceiling. The kicker was in one of the cabinets the doll body parts. Yes, random doll parts laying around. An arm here, a leg there, a head there. That was interesting and not at all creepy. And oh, the was the lone doll, in a glass case by itself that had some demon or evil thing attached to it. Our medium told us not to sleep in that room. We had planned for each of us to sleep in separate room that night, we didn’t sleep at all. We were up until 5 am investigating.
I’m not totally freaked out by dolls like one of my team-mates. I have a porcelain doll that is well over 100 years old that has been passed down through my family. It’s a big one, about 3 feet. I have it sitting in my rocking chair that was mine when I was a kid. I got her when I was about seven years old. I do admit, at that age I was a little scared of her but learned to live with her. “Elizabeth” now lives in our den.
I totally get why dolls are creepy though! Think of the horror movies involving dolls. Plus, just look at most of them. I mean really…a child’s toy? Some of those faces are so evil and twisted I wonder about the person who made it. Some are just really cute and sweet. But seriously, why all the creepy dolls in haunted locations? I mean, people bring them to locations and leave them there. Are they hoping the doll becomes a medium and become possessed?
Have you ever sat in a room, in the dark, filled with dolls, in a haunted location? I have. More than once. As cute as some of those dolls were and would have taken a couple home with me, I was sure there were a few waiting for me to let my guard down to come eat me. One particular location was a former school. It had two giant connected rooms full of dolls. At least my team had the smarts to sit at a round table, each across from each other so we could watch each other backs. But why the dolls? I’m pretty sure the school didn’t have dolls there. Why bring them in? The haunting happening there wasn’t enough that we had to bring in a psychological phobia trigger to make it more intense? I guess it did make it a little more interesting of a night.
I wondered where dolls came from. I found this at https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/history-creepy-dolls-180955916/
Dolls have been a part of human play for thousands of years – in 2004, a 4,000-year-old stone doll was unearthed in an archeological dig on the Mediterranean island of Pantelleria; the British Museum has several examples of ancient Egyptian rag dolls, made of papyrus-stuffed linen. Over millennia, toy dolls crossed continents and social strata, were made from sticks and rags, porcelain and vinyl, and have been found in the hands of children everywhere. And by virtue of the fact that dolls are people in miniature, un-animated by their own emotions, it’s easy for a society to project whatever it wanted on to them: Just as much as they could be made out of anything, they could be made into anything.
Well people there we have it. Dolls are mini mes, mini us’. All of our deepest, darkest, twisted, fearful thoughts can be projected onto those little peeps. It’s really not too hard to do that on a lot of them. So, while you’re imagining those little devils following you with their eyes, slowing moving, creeping ever closer to you, remember, it’s your inner fears coming to conscious. For all you horror movie fans out there…maybe you shouldn’t watch them and get ideas.
Now for the clowns, that’s a whole other blog! LOL, Maridith