Possessed Clown Doll

From: Mia ()
Story type: Ghost
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Date submitted: Mon Jul 12 09:36:45 2010

Sorry for how long this is.

When I was 13 and my sister was 11, she had this freaky wooden clown doll. it was made entirely out of wood, had material clothing on and the top it was wearing had small bells around the collar, its face was also painted on but it was a really scary kind of face, since she always liked scary things, it didn't bother her but it creeped me out.

For a whole week, I think sometimes in December, my sister and my mum were going to stay at my nans house. while they were there, my dad painted my sisters room since she still had the old wallpaper from when she was a baby and didn't like it. We had to move some of her stuff into my room. So anyways, the day my sister and mum left, we moved my sisters stuff out and what not, most of her stuff was moved into the empty room but it was to small to fit everything, a few of her stuff, including her clown doll were in my room.

On the first night with just me and my dad at home. I was getting ready for bed when I glanced across at the clown doll, which was sitting on my dressing table, it was creeping me out, so I turned it around.

It wasn't until I was in bed and nice and cozy that I realised I could still see the clowns face, since it was now facing the huge mirror on my dressing table, but I decided to ignore it.

I turned around to face the wall and went to sleep. about 10 minutes later I was in the state of half asleep and half awake, I heard a noise from behind me, which sounded like shuffling. I turned around and the clown on my dressing table caught my attention. it was now facing me. i was freaked out, but then I realised something else that scared me even more. when I first put it on the dressing table it was leaning against the mirror, just like it was after I turned it around but now, it was facing me AND sitting on the ledge of the dressing table, its legs were hanging on the end and it was facing me. I got up and picked it up. I put in the corner of my room behind the basket that had my dirty clothes in. I went back to bed.

I fell asleep and the next morning when my dad woke me up he noticed the clown wasn't where he told me to leave it (on the dressing table) and I told him it was behind the my dirty laundry basket, he went to get it and turned back to me and said "no it's not" I sat up and and tried to see if maybe it had fallen over, then my dad reached under my bed and pulled it out and told me not to break it cause its delicate. I was really freaked out.

The next night, I was freaked out. I put clown back on my dressing table and went to bed. About 2 hours later I was awoken but the sound of something falling, I turned around and the clown was gone. I sat up fast, again hoping that it had just fallen over so I couldn't see it, but nope it was gone and I saw that it was on the floor in the middle of the room. I grabbed it and threw it under my bed where it hit the wall on the other side. I went back to sleep and was again awoken about 30 minuets later, but I couldn't move. it felt like someone was actually holding me down. I could barely breathe and I could hear breathing around me. it was so real but then I woke up for real, I was facing the wall. I sat up and looked to my side and i saw a wodden hand coming up from beside the bed on the wall. it was the clown dolls actual hand. it wasn't moving but it got there somehow. after 10 seconds of staring at it in horror I got the courage to look under the bed and I saw the doll sitting up straight facing me with both hands by its sides, I looked back up and the hand was gone. I looked back under the bed and the doll and realised there was something different about its face. I had always noticed how creepy its face looked but felt comfort in the fact knowing that it always had a blank look, as if staring into space. But now, it seemed to be looking at me dead in the eyes. I told myself it was my imagination and went back to sleep with the covers over my head.

Again the next day my dad scolded me for not taking care of the doll and put it back on my dressing table.

The next night, I put it in my closet. the bottom shelf had nothing on it. I sat it up near the back and locked the door. That night nothing i'm aware of happened. I wasn't suppose to lock my closet cause its been known to get jammed, so the next time I kept the clown in there but didn't lock it. At exactly 3:00AM I woke up for some reason and I looked towards my closet and one door was open. I looked around the room and saw the clown sitting on the ledge of my dressing table like it was the first night.

The next morning I asked my dad if he had moved the clown out of the closet during the night and he said no.

The 5th night I put it back in the closet and locked it again.

That night I had a dream. I was walking through a dark hallway and went through a door that led me to my room, the walls, floor and ceiling of my room were black but the everything in there was not. I walked towards my closet and opened it and saw the clown standing there smiling at me. And then I woke up, I was breathing heavily and couldn't stop shaking. I then heard scratching noises coming from my closet, as if someone was trying to get out. I was horrofied, I heard some heavy breathing too that wasn't coming from me. Then I heard an actual voice, it sounded like it was a mix between a whisper and someone out of breath trying to talk after running. It sounded like it said "let me out." the scratching got louder, I was frozen in place. My dad came in asking me what the noise was. I didn't answer. he then casually asked where the doll was again since it should have been in plain view of him on the dressing table. I looked at the closet where the scratching noises were coming from. the look on his face changed drastically. he slowly headed towards the closet and unlocked it. the scratching stopped, and he opened it. the clown came tumbling out, which would have been impossible since I put him in there sitting up against the back of it, but he came rolling out as if I had leaned him against the doors. We were both speechless for whole minutes. then he picked the doll up and looked at me and asked me if this was why I kept moving him. I nodded yes. he took the doll outside and put it in the garage.

About 2 days later my mum and sister came home. my sister asked where her doll was and my dad told her it fell off my dresser and broke. Obviously she blamed me but I didn't care. Its been 4 years and the doll is still in the garage, we've only been in there a few times since then and every time, the doll is in a different place.

So yeah, thats my story, it scared me for life, I don't know what is going on but I don't like it. We really should have burned that thing but we didn't so its still in the garage and moving about by itself.