Polly, The Staring Dolly

Polly, The Staring Dolly

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How scary was it?

On my eighth birthday, I got a present that would change my life forever. It was a beautiful doll that looked a lot like me. That is why my grandmother bought it for me. I named her Polly. However, days after I got the doll, things began to get weird, but I didn’t notice.

I slowly became unsocial, never having kids over. All I needed was Polly to make me happy. She was my best and only friend. I just went to school, and came home daily. I never bothered to make friends, or talk to teachers. I even stopped trying in school. I had been a perfect student until I got the present. Nobody really noticed, though, so I didn’t mind.

After about a week of having Polly, I stopped eating real food. I just didn’t feel right eating normal food, so I would always go out to the backyard (we lived in a forest area), after telling my mom I wasn’t really hungry that night, and find some woodland creature to hunt and kill for dinner. My mom didn’t notice me not eating much, until week three. She even took me to the doctor a few times, asking about what was wrong with me. The doctor always had the same answer. I was at a healthy weight and was not sick. After our third visit to Dr. Cortez, my mom decided I was fine and just going through a “stage” as she called it.

After a month of having Polly, my mom noticed me sleeping in my closet instead of my usual place: my bed. And when she would come to check on me, not only would I be in the closet, but Polly would be in my bed. I would also sleep with my eyes wide open. My mom just ignored it, also saying it was a “stage”.

Three months later, I got a haircut. I wanted a bob, and that is what I got. The creepy thing was, after I got my haircut, Polly’s hair started to fall out. It only stopped when her hair was exactly like mine. My mom then knew things were not right with the doll, but I would not part with it because Polly was my friend. She was the only one who understood me.

My mom also told me that when she was about to fall asleep, she would find Polly right next to her bed. Polly would stare at her intently. My mom would put her back in my room, but always find Polly in the same spot when she went back to bed. Eventually, my mom ignored it. I now know that Polly was checking to see if my mom was still awake.

After almost a year, things got stranger. My skin, hair, and eyes started to turn a glowing green. This resulted in another doctor visit, but he said there was nothing he could do. This, my mom finally decided wasn’t a “phase”. She watched me as much as possible. She even quit her job, a crazy move for a single mother, so she could home school me and make sure nothing happened to me.

Then the worst night of both of our lives happened. My mom woke up in the middle of the night, after hearing the backdoor open and slam shut. She ran outside, after noticing that I wasn’t in my bed, and neither was Polly. Once outside, she spotted us immediately. We were walking towards the lake, hand in hand. She ran after us, and was almost too late. Polly was leading me into the water, clearly trying to drown me. Polly turned her head, all the way around, towards my mom. She smiled a sick, malevolence grin that sent shivers down her spine. My mom knew she had to act now, before it was too late.

She ran to me and grabbed my hand, but I pushed her away. She fought until she had me, struggling, in her arms. She placed me in my bed, and locked me in. She sat there, trying to comfort me. I was hysterical. Then, we heard the tapping. We looked at the window, and found Polly standing there staring at us, with her evil green eyes. My mom opened the window, and grabbed her. My mom ran out of my room and threw Polly in the fireplace.

It was on my tenth birthday when I got the courage to ask my mom what Polly was doing, and what had happened to me. She said that my grandmother got Polly for free, from a woman that seemed crazy. Her daughter died days before she got rid of the doll. My mom showed me the research she did, and it turned out that the previous eight owners of the doll were all killed in various ways. The first killed was one year old, the second was two years old, the third was three years, the fourth was four years, the fifth was five years, the sixth was six years, the seventh was seven years, and then there was me. I was the only one to survive.

I am fine now, after much counseling and bed rest, unlike the unlucky seven girls who came across Polly the staring dolly, which is what my family has called her to this day.

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Credited to Connie and Lauren.

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179 Comments

  1. @Holder of the Penis,
    Agreed, the bad pasta was bad.

    The mother was the scary one. I’d hope my mom wouldn’t think that kind of stuff a phase. She would probably know when I stopped eating.

    The ending could have been much better.

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  2. what is the significance of the girl turning green and eating woodland creatures? am i missing something? but i thought the idea was good, any story pertaining to a creepy doll or inanimate object always get the desired effect

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  3. She got her hair cut into a bob…
    Then the dolls hair started falling OUT…right..

    Yet, apparently it “falls out” until the doll has a matching bob?

    Hm….
    Does not compute.

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  4. This actually had a pretty solid concept. It’s kind of a shame that it’s written so poorly. Grammatical errors abound, and the author overstates the obvious–for example, they say “the doll is gonna drown me” when they could’ve just let the doll’s actions make that clear, and avoided hitting the reader over the head with that information.

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  5. Yeah, there is something horribly wrong with the mother. And why would she take her to a Doctor? If shit like that happened to my kids, I’d take them to a Psychiatrist (sp?). And just look at the stuff she was deeming as part of a “phase”. Killing and eating woodland animals? Sleeping in the closet? A doll always showing up beside her bed? There is something deeply wrong with this woman.

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  7. “I would also sleep with my eyes wide open. My mom just ignored it, also saying it was a “stage”.”

    “My mom would put her back in my room, but always find Polly in the same spot when she went back to bed. Eventually, my mom ignored it.”

    LOLWUT? That mom must have been boozed out of her gourd 24/7 to shrug off this shit.

    Bad pasta is bad.

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  9. The begginning was pretty neat but the ending was kind of meh. Not to bad though. I hate dolls, but only porceline dolls. Especially the two my friend has, they’re so freaking life like; It’s creepy.

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  12. You know those narrative stories that fifth grade students are forced to write for a grade?
    Well, this reminded me of one of those.
    Not well-written at all.
    :\

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  13. Pretty good pasta.

    It actually didn’t turn out the way I thought though- I expected the ever classic doll turns into girl, girl turns into doll routine, but it was a good twist! But yeah, the ending was a bit flat.

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  23. The ending -was- a little flat, but it was better than what I expected – this sounded a lot like the multiple stories about kids and dolls switching places, then the new doll-kid getting rid of the kid-doll and taking over their lives.

    @3: Yeah, I wondered about the mom, too.

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  25. the begining few prargraphs got me a lil jumpy ( actually looked around my room expecting to see something satring back at me secretly or something)… but the ending was a bit flat in my opinion…

    anyway, its a welcome change to the uncreepy-dryspell, so..yay all the same~!

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  26. Ryan: No not Polly Pockets! There are many girls who name things Polly.
    Polly the Staring Dolly:Psh, if that happened to me my mom would probably say it was a phase. xP
    Stolz de Mannes: Thank you!

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  28. “The next day all my hair turned into eyeballs and I levitated around the room. The doctor said it was probably just a phase. Also I started to worship Satan and I ate a whole live giraffe. My mother decided to wait it out, and see where this was going.”

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    2. ‘ I needed an eigth one to become a real human my self i had almost every thing… but of course that stupid mother of hers i was so close parents ruin every thing.. i was her perfect image i tried and tried so close ‘ she thought to her self as her burnt body start to cwarl and slither out of ashes

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    1. Um 8 previous owners?

      “The first killed was one year old, the second was two years old, the third was three years, the fourth was four years, the fifth was five years, the sixth was six years, the seventh was seven years, and then there was me.”

      How dat? ^^

      “the previous eight owners of the doll were all killed in various ways.”

      When dis? ^^

      Lol sorry but it made me chuckle a lil’ too much when I saw that. Good little story but.

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