Polly, The Staring Dolly
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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I kind of enjoyed this actually, even if it is a little generic and surreal.
Although I don’t think the Doctor would shrug it off if someone was glowing bright green ROFL.
And any sane person would throw the doll out as soon as they found the child in the closet. Is the mother retarded or something? Most mothers throw any old toys out during random spring cleans. This woman isn’t qualified to have children.
Horribly written. Reads like 3rd grade scribble.
I like the idea of this story a lot…the writing was just a bit…off though.
interesting idea though!
Lol. I as a child was never hunted by my dollies….
I do how ever remember an evil brown teddy bear with a red bow appearing out of no where multiply times – I burned it, the only way to truely rid your self of anything evil. Oh, and Barbie Dolls. I burned many barbies due to waking up with them on my chest staring intently at me – why are toys so evil?
Lol, how fake. A good horror story though.
im starting to hate mirrors and dolls now >_>
LOL
is she real
Woah. 0_0 That was… different. But cool. :3
the name reminded me of the Nirvana song.
>_< *sigh* for some reason i always like a doll creepypasta. I actually didn’t find the mother thing suprising.
this pasta should be put up in the halls as WHO WAS PHONE? and NO JOHN, YOU ARE THE DEMONS. i.e. it’s so bad it’s awesome
LOOLOLOLOL LETS JUST IGNORE EVIL DOLL RAPING MY CHILD DURRR HURRR HYRRUUURR.
Total fucking ditz she it. No wonder she’s a single mom. Just one fuck-up after the other.
this had potential until the green glowing. actually until the eating small animals and the haircut. actually this story sucked.
hahahahha this was the worst peice of shit ive ever read! wtf hahaha it was just a “stage” when she decided to become anorexic and use small marsupials as a subsitute for food. this story made no sense and was repertitive to no end. i was so glad that when i got to the end of the story there wasnt a little twist like “The next day i woke up and my skin had turned to plastic like the doll, but i didnt notice so much, and my mom said it was just a phase’.
thanks for writing this bullshit, it made me laugh :)
I have to agree with Holder of the Penis’s comment: that the mother in this story must’ve been “boozed out of her gourd 24/7 to shrug off this shit.”
Mind you, most of the parents in your typical “child-sees-things-and-weird-shit-starts-happening” horror stories are pretty damn stupid, but this mom takes the cake.
Other than that, this is actually really interesting, and a hell of a lot better than anything I could’ve thought of at the age of ten. Please don’t get too discouraged.
Too many hole and un-creepiness. How in the world can the doll’s hair fall out until it is a bob? If a hair falls out, it falls out. It doesn’t cut itself into a bob.
Plus, what sort of mom would be trying to fall asleep, see an evil doll staring at her and then just ignore it and snuggle into the covers and go to sleep?
BUT WHO WAS CHILD #4?
[Ans: maddie]
I used to have a doll that was my best friend….except I didn’t start eating woodland animals and she never tried to off me xD
Haha. This, my friend, is why I don’t like dolls or plushies anymore
>_>… Polly…ha….Polly Pocket…XD
lol i had a toy like that once, only it was a Furby that wouldn’t stop talking and it only said really evil things, even when we took the batteries out xD
This reminds me of the story people used to tell me when I was twelve and went to camp about a doll that killed people and instead of the whole killing the kids depending on age and shit, it was like she killed them and called them polka dots.
That was so bad I think it gave me cancer!
Good idea, bad execution.
Got to me.
I don’t like dolls.
Thanks Phone lol
polly is smexy
then i murdered someone, the doctor decided it was just a phase. xD
wow creepy i have a doll that seems to follow me i turn around and there it is it scars me sometimes
I liked this…
Wait a second:
Child 1 is killed at 1 year old.
Child 2 is killed at 2 years old.
Child 3 is killed at 3 years old.
Child 4 is killed at 4 years old.
Child 5 is killed at 5 years old.
Child 6 is killed at 6 years old.
Child 7 is killed at 7 years old.
The doll tries to kill the child over a year after her eighth birthday.
I totlly lol’d at this one