A tall-tale of a creepy doll


Walter Saravia

Photo of a doll in a rocking chair.

Finley Anderson, Journalist

That day. It was the worst day of my life. It was December of 2004. We just got back from a road trip to the mountains. My little sister, Molly, got a doll named Lucy while we were there. Lucy had these beady little eyes that just stared into your soul. She had long brown hair and a baby blue colored dress. The road trip was around nine hours long. About three hours left my sister starts crying saying she lost the doll and how it was just beside her. I say, “Molly it’s okay. It’s just a weird doll. We can find it when we are home, it’s nothing to cry about.” I smile at her. She looks at me and cries even more. Finally, she stopped crying and fell asleep. I ended up falling asleep also. 

We awoke and we were about to turn into our driveway. The car stops. My mom gets Molly out of her car seat so she can walk around. Molly then remembers her doll Lucy. She tells our mom and she looks under the seat and everywhere. Eventually we found Lucy under the car seat. I didn’t find it weird at all until it was time for bed.

I woke up at around 2 AM. This isn’t normal for me so I try to go back to sleep, but I can’t because I get a weird feeling someone or something is staring at me. I looked around and there it was. Lucy staring me dead in the eyes. She slowly creeps toward me. I could barely see it was so dark in my room. I was hoping it was just a bad dream, so I hid under my covers, reminding myself it’s all a dream and that I will wake up tomorrow morning all normal.

I hear something coming towards me. My hair stood on edge and a shiver was sent down my spine. I peeked out from under my covers and all of the sudden, Lucy’s icy cold fingers gripped around my wrist. I tried to fight back but I couldn’t. I just gave up. She lets go and walks away as if nothing happened.

I didn’t sleep that much that night. As I awoke, I smelt the sweet scent of pancakes and syrup. I walked downstairs and there she was. Lucy was staring at me again.