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After Shock Media · 03-13-2009, 05:06 PM

Fear number two.

Started around age 9-10.
I always remember feeling very uncomfortable around dolls even before it took a turn towards irrational. Their soulless glass eyes just staring at you all of the time with some sort of smirk on their faces. At first it was just this Geisha doll my grandmother had in this glass case that gave me quivers.

Fast forward a few years and I went to stay with my aunt for a couple of weeks. I would also stay at her house alone from when I woke up until about 5:30 or so when she or my uncle would return from work. Well anyways she set me up with a room which also was her doll room. The thing had at least a hundred if not more dolls and most had those awful glass eyes and were the porcelain types. By the second day I was freaked the fuck out by the things, especially when I went to sleep. In the morning I would bolt awake and get out of that room ASAP and shut the damn door. The things just scared the hell out of me.
I then find myself totally avoiding the dolls and fearful that they would wake up and eat my soul or something. Come one day I was walking towards the backyard through the dining room heading out to the pool. I see eyeballs out of the corner of my eye and fucking flip. I spin around as quickly as possible and see a doll which makes me jump back. My back slams into glass and wood, which cuts the hell out of me as it begins to tumble onto me. The dolls eyes that I saw and jumped back from were just a reflection in a mirror from the curio cabinet that I just slammed into. As I am in full panic I push the cabinet up some and this fucking doll falls out on me. A bit of ease comes over me for some odd reason and I start to get up. All of a sudden the dolls fucking glass eyes roll up (it was one of those that had eyes that opened and closed), I scream and just bolt - right through the sliding glass door.

I ended up with many stitches that day and to make it worse I was to afraid to go back in to call for help so as a bloody mess I went next door to have them call for help. They could not reach my aunt or uncle and I had to go to doctor, my aunt got to find the gore which I am sure gave her a scare.

03-13-2009, 05:06 PM
After Shock Media It's coming look busy Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn". Posts: 35,299	Fear number two. Started around age 9-10. I always remember feeling very uncomfortable around dolls even before it took a turn towards irrational. Their soulless glass eyes just staring at you all of the time with some sort of smirk on their faces. At first it was just this Geisha doll my grandmother had in this glass case that gave me quivers. Fast forward a few years and I went to stay with my aunt for a couple of weeks. I would also stay at her house alone from when I woke up until about 5:30 or so when she or my uncle would return from work. Well anyways she set me up with a room which also was her doll room. The thing had at least a hundred if not more dolls and most had those awful glass eyes and were the porcelain types. By the second day I was freaked the fuck out by the things, especially when I went to sleep. In the morning I would bolt awake and get out of that room ASAP and shut the damn door. The things just scared the hell out of me. I then find myself totally avoiding the dolls and fearful that they would wake up and eat my soul or something. Come one day I was walking towards the backyard through the dining room heading out to the pool. I see eyeballs out of the corner of my eye and fucking flip. I spin around as quickly as possible and see a doll which makes me jump back. My back slams into glass and wood, which cuts the hell out of me as it begins to tumble onto me. The dolls eyes that I saw and jumped back from were just a reflection in a mirror from the curio cabinet that I just slammed into. As I am in full panic I push the cabinet up some and this fucking doll falls out on me. A bit of ease comes over me for some odd reason and I start to get up. All of a sudden the dolls fucking glass eyes roll up (it was one of those that had eyes that opened and closed), I scream and just bolt - right through the sliding glass door. I ended up with many stitches that day and to make it worse I was to afraid to go back in to call for help so as a bloody mess I went next door to have them call for help. They could not reach my aunt or uncle and I had to go to doctor, my aunt got to find the gore which I am sure gave her a scare. __________________ [email protected] ICQ:135982156 AIM: Aftershockmed1a MSN: [email protected]