Clown Dolls

Posted on September 10, 2009

Clown dolls aren’t supposed to move themselves…

When I was twelve, my family and I stayed with my grandparents while my father was training on the east coast with the military. Having spent my entire life in the Midwest, living in New Mexico was very strange for me, but I knew it’d be temporary: as soon as Dad got orders, we’d be moving. We had been there several months when my mother’s little brother and his wife popped in to visit. Auntie D loved dolls so Uncle M bought her a little clown doll as a surprise while they were visiting.

We got home from school one day to see this little doll sitting on the sofa; Auntie had placed it there before they went out for the day. He was 6 inches tall, positioned to be sitting with his hands out, holding a “jack-in-the-box” that didn’t open. He had porcelain hands, feet and face, those horrifically realistic blue glass eyes, and had a music box in his belly that played some romantic song like “When You Wish Upon a Star” or �Dream a Little Dream�.

The first thing we noticed was that this doll was sitting with his face toward the front door, even though the sofa wasn’t straight on to the doorway (he was almost sideways on the sofa). Expectant is the best word to describe the look on its face: this doll’s painted face seemed to be waiting for us to get home– or Auntie to get home, anyway. I looked at my sister, and we both shrugged, trying to blow it off. I didn’t know what to think, so I turned him to face the pillows, buried face-first in a huge pile of sofa pillows. I knew I didn’t want it looking at me (even if I couldn’t articulate that thought at the time).

We went to change out of our school clothes and when we came out the doll was turned back around, facing the hallway (where we could see it straight away when we came into the front room). Our Grandmother was in her room changing, she hadn’t come out yet, and our brother was out back – he had gone right through the house, not stopping in the front room. I looked at my sister, gulped and said, �I don’t care much for this thing�.

She agreed. I picked it up to push it back into the sofa cushions, and nearly dropped it – �it was so cold! I thought it felt frozen, even the cloth body felt like it was solidly frozen. We placed in into a pile of cushions – the air in the front room suddenly felt like a walk-in freezer (in New Mexico, in August). I knew our uncle would be leaving soon, and that he’d be taking that hideous doll with him, so I hoped the feeling of nausea would pass.

That doll seemed to haunt us, my sister and I. No matter where we went in the house it was there: our room, the front room, the dining room, the cupboards in the kitchen. I even found it on top of the piano when it was time for my to practice – that thing seemed to be grinning so knowingly at me. My first thought was that my brother, knowing I hated clowns, that they terrified me (had since I was a very small child) was tormenting me. However, when I went to my mother, exasperated and upset, he swore he hadn’t even seen it, let alone put it on my pillow.

Every time I had to touch it, to move it, that doll felt cold as ice, and very heavy… too heavy for such a small thing. Of course, my Auntie loved it, and thought nothing of the fact that it was never where she put it. She thought with everyone around (including dogs) that either a person or pet was moving her beloved clown. Everyone else seemed to brush it off, as though it was the single most normal thing on earth: a doll that moved itself.

Everyone except my sister and I, that is. My sister and I got more and more uncomfortable around it, until finally I asked if someone couldn’t put it up or something. �I scares me,� I said, hoping that, even if I was a big girl of almost thirteen I could rely on my well known phobia of clowns. Auntie D relented, and packed it in her luggage (I watched her do this myself). She zipped her suitcase closed and I breathed a sigh of relief thinking it would be all right now.

That night I woke up thirsty; it was about two am and the whole house was sleeping. I got up and went through the hall and into the front room, heading to the kitchen. My grandmother had a very real fear of the dark and so always used night-lights (she would turn on the bathroom lights as well). She even kept the light over the sink on, in the kitchen, so the house was never very dark; of course this made it hard for us to sleep, so often we’d close our bedroom doors (otherwise it was bright enough to lay in there and read). When I got to the doorway of the front room, I stopped.

The front room was so cold I could see my breath. Sitting on the sofa was that damnable clown doll. I took a moment to calm myself, thinking furiously, trying to be rational: �Ok, the a/c must be acting up, or I’m seeing things because the night-lights are on and the shadows are weird, or something…� my thoughts trailed off, and it took everything I had not to scream. The doll had rolled his eyes over to look right at me. His head followed. Looking back now, the doll had the same body language as a bored woman does when you ask her to �please look at this�… it rolled its eyes exaggeratedly, peeking out of the corners at me, and then very slowly moved its head.

I was raised in a Baptist home, very faithfully Christian, so I made the (what I thought was educated) assumption that a devil had somehow possessed that doll. I prayed for strength and then told it in the most authoritative voice I could �Leave me alone, you’re not welcome here. The Blood of Jesus covers this home, and therefore covers you, leave us now!� I walked over to the nearest lamp, trying to be braver than I felt, and switched it on. Light poured all over the sofa and doll, as well as myself.

The painted grin animated now, grinning bigger and bigger and finally showing me teeth. I am sure you all expect pointy, meat-rending teeth, but no, it had the most perfect-chiclet smile I’ve ever seen on a doll, but that made it so much worse. I suppose I expected a demonic smile too, not this bland beautiful, too-toothy-in-an-adorable-kind-of-way smile. Slowly, slowly he shook his head back and forth, as though telling me �No�.

That doll and I stared at one another for what seemed like hours. That grin, gleaming in the lamp light, while I kept trying to blink it away. I rubbed my eyes, closed and opened them over and over, and still that doll sat there looking at me, grinning. I glanced over to the VCR and noticed I’d been awake about ten minutes; I pinched my arm, hoping I was dreaming. �I’m just having a nightmare,� I said to myself over and over, wishing it was true.

I was at a loss, and decided to go back to bed. It sounds silly now, but I thought if it was going to kill me that at least I’d go to heaven. I hadn’t done anything to this beastly thing, nor had I done anything to �invite� in to the house such a diabolical creature. I then shrugged at it, went into the kitchen and carried my water back to my room.

The next morning I awakened to the glass on my bed stand, and instantly thought �It wasn’t a dream�. Jumping out of bed, I dashed into the front room to see the light was still on and the clown doll was still sitting there.

His grin was painted on now, no more teeth, but his head was turned toward the bedroom, as though he watched me walk by the night before.

I never told my grandmother or mother about it, as I thought they wouldn’t believe me. My sister and I are still uncomfortable talking about that doll, it gives us the goosebumps nearly twenty years later.

My Uncle and Auntie left later that week and took it with them; I never heard about any other trouble with that doll, with one exception. No matter where they lived, I heard that the doll always ended up sitting on the sofa. I don’t know for certain, though, as I� never saw it again.

I know this one is rather long, and hope it doesn’t detract from the story itself. I’ve always loathed clowns, and now, of course, I hate them even more, especially in “doll” form. It wasn’t the first time, of course, that I’d seen/experienced the supernatural/paranormal, and it wasn’t the last as my family is full of sensitive’s.

Sent in by Emma Smith, Copyright 2009




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53 Responses to “Clown Dolls”
  1. trolldoll1681 says:

    i agree that clown dolls are the worst. my dad bought me a clown doll sitting on a dog in mexico but i’ve never had problems with it. thanks for a creepy story

  2. DarStarr says:

    I hate clowns! Always have and always will and this story just strengthens that! lol!

  3. Pat says:

    I too have a fear of clown dolls. My mother in law has a collection of the nasty little things- can you imagine?! Some even do have those timy little teeth! EWE! I am SO glad that doll sisn’t do anyhting to you or your sister…. what a wicked story…

  4. raven says:

    you are not the only one DarStarr. But there is something creepy like clowns are not supposed to be in doll form.

  5. Karen M. says:

    Alot of people hate clowns, including me. I don’t know what is so evil about them though? My brother bought me a musical clown when I was young and I kept it in the closet!

  6. DarStarr says:

    I think the reason I despise clowns is because their faces are all painted up and hidden with plastered on fake smiles and you just don’t know what is REALLY under that makeup. Just creeps me out!

  7. meli�a says:

    that is so creepy, but clowns never seemed to scare me which is very weird. that movie “it’ didn’t even phase me. u guys don’t like ronald mcdonald!! ha j/k. great story!

  8. jimmy says:

    great story! i agree though clowns are creepy. personally i would have burnt the thing and sent it back to where it came from.

  9. ` says:

    I’ve hated clowns ever since I saw that scene in Poltergeist, and of course the movie IT.. My kids have no reason to hate clowns, but they do… they’re just so darn creepy.. yeah my dad got me a porcelain clown doll out of one of those crane machines of all places, it ended up facing the wall in the back of my closet….ugh…
    great story1!!!

  10. tabby cat says:

    realy cool story !!!

  11. Anna says:

    Very creepy! I also have a story to share. When I was about 7 yrs old I went to visit my mom’s side of the family out of state. We stayed a few days and on the last day, before we headed to the airport, we stopped to see my godmother and she gave me a clown doll that she made and was just about as big as me. Not wanting to disappoint her, I accepted it even though I was terrified of it. We said our goodbyes and went to the airport. Once there I needed to use the restroom so my mom stood right outside by the door with my brothers and sister. I put the clown on the sink and went into the stall. When I came out it was gone! I rushed outside to ask my mom if she had taken it and she looked at me with a puzzled look and said that no one entered the bathroom while I was in there. We went back inside and search for it but we never found it. And even if someone were to take it, they couldn’t hide it because of the size. I must admit that I was kind of glad it disappeared.

    • AnNa says:

      thats weird.i wonder were it went.did you ever tell you godmother what happened.my mom has this clown doll its not possessed or anything but when you press the button it starts laughing.i love that doll.but some people would probably think its scary.

  12. Woozle Wuzzle says:

    i wanna paint my face like the Joker

  13. zoeeeee says:

    i hate clowns and i hate them even more now!!!!!!

  14. Jasmine says:

    Dolls(clowns) are very usual host for ghosts i guess…

  15. cassie says:

    i hate clowns and those glass dolls

  16. otto says:

    I think if you believe strongly enough in something it opens a door for the supernatural to wonder in your life.

  17. MaharajaBundy says:

    Wait so the doll turned, looked at you and grinned. And after a stare down with it you decided “screw this I gotta go to bed.”? You’re braver than you made yourself out to be. I would have performed the Jimmy method and burnt the thing.

  18. Emma says:

    Thank you, everyone, for commenting.

    As for burning it, I thought about it but it wasn’t mine, and I knew no one would believe (our reasons) if we did. My sister and I would have been in a lot of trouble, and when your parent is abusive (as our mother was) you do everything you can to avoid that. I think a part of me wanted to believe that we were seeing things… anything to avoid the ramifications of a possessed doll– right?

    And yes, Maharaja, I did just decide to go to bed. I laugh to myself over it now, the naivety and stupidity, but I was a kid, and I had been told I was protected by God– only to find out that this thing ignored me… why wouldn’t I just say screw it all and go to bed… beside that, perhaps when I woke up it would have all been a dream? ;)

    Why clowns seem to scary, I can’t say. Perhaps it is the make-up, the inability for us to see the underneath, I honestly don’t know. I have noticed a lot of spirits, good and evil, tend to hide out in dolls, however. I have thought about studying it, off and on, and perhaps one of these days I will :)

    Again thank you for all your comments :)

  19. vee says:

    I hate clowns , they freak me out.. All thanks to “IT” :)

  20. Tony L. says:

    I read the book” it ” first so the fact that “it” was a clown didn’t freak me out. But, I have to admit that I don’t believe I’ve ever liked clowns. The only ones that I lookked at close up when I was a kid seemed to have a dark aura about them. (the people dressed like clowns). The story of the life sized clown that dissappeared is spooky. where could it have gone since the door was being watched and it was so large? And doll clowns that move and sneer, worse yet while you thirst?!!!! Grrrrrrr! death to clowns!!! I don’t even know about clown fish now…..

  21. Gina says:

    wow ! that s some freaky stuff….. definatly a possesed doll !

  22. D.R. says:

    UGH! I hesitated reading this story because, well, it was about a clown. That is so creepy. I have never had a paranormal experience with a clown, thank God! I think I would die from fright and I have had some scary things happen… There is a thread on talkparanormal.com about clowns. Check it out.

    Melissa, Ronald McDonald is absolutely the devil! lol!

  23. Tony L says:

    So I take it they still have the doll? Since writing this story have you tried to contact them and find out about the location of the doll nowdays? It might miss you

  24. Eileen says:

    Good story. Thanks for sharing.

  25. Guardian Angel says:

    Wow. Scary. >-<
    I’ve always hated clowns ever since I was little.

    I wonder why it only happened to just you & your sister.

  26. sammietiger says:

    Cooler than ever =D

  27. underoath09 says:

    WHOOOOO i hate clowns uhhhhh i have a clown doll in my closet.When i open my closet i see it staring at me…. IT crEEPS meOUT!

  28. justin says:

    i always hated clowns and dolls.my mother bought one that had a head that would turn and had two face on each side one smiling and one crying like mardi gras masks.really not cool at all .

  29. Karen M. says:

    justin,

    You are so cute……………..”really not cool at all”, I’m going to use that expression!

  30. Hayley says:

    I hate clowns!!!! that story gave me the chills! im even scared of barbies now or any kind of doll! oh man thats creepy!!! xD

  31. Vicki says:

    Hey Everyone,
    I hate clowns like the rest of you of you do. Most movies portray them evil, and use
    them to hide their demon’s. Years ago, I worked retail in a baby store. A young lady and
    her mother and mother-in-law came in to buy their first crib set-up and baby supplies
    before their baby/grandchild was born. After showing them several crib padding sets
    and sheet sets ( real nice one’s as they had money amd asked for it ), they actually chose the elaborate clown theme, for their soon-to-be born son/grandson.
    We had tried to hide that horrible thing in the back, but every time the brand’s
    representative came in, she became very upset that it was not displayed like the
    rest of the them. UGH !!! I did everything I could to keep her from buying that ugly
    set. The grand-mothers even bought the play-mobile and the lamp, and the wall-paper
    border and the clown bath-tub. After the bedding and bumper pads, and everything
    else ( higher up brands ), they spent over $ 1,600.00 on that nasty clown crap.

    Sure, they bought a few non-clown clothes, but 90% were clownish. Poor child!!! I always wondered what kind of nursery he ended up with. Stressed or calm or evil ?

  32. Kitiara angel says:

    i dont like clown dolls,china glass dolls and puppets idk why they just do and now i hate them even more great story

  33. Kitiara angel says:

    Great story lucky it did not try to do anything to you

  34. EYELASHWiSHES says:

    great story,i had a couple clown dolls when i was younger,they always freaked me out,every night before i went to bed i would always turn them to where they would be face down or facing the wall.

  35. ~Diana96~ says:

    Ihate Dolls!!Especially clown dolls…something tells me theres more of them than meets the eye~~

  36. KNOWTOMUCH says:

    i dont like clown dolls at all, well most dolls.. my sis doesnt either, and we are grown woman!!! we have talked about it, and really, dont understand why??? stuffed animals are fine, but not dolls…..

    oh Vicki,, that poor child!!!!

    Tony,, funny thing!! i remember my sis,,,as an adult, dressing up as a clown for Halloween, a few times.. i asked her why,, she said,, well, its easy and cheap!!!! i have a pic on my fridge of me and her at a Halloween party, and she was a clown….. go figure??? but, i knew it was her,,lol…any she was funny.. thats the only clown i have ever liked!!!!!

  37. Recha says:

    Hi,
    Seriously it was so strange.
    I mean clown dolls, actually they look like ghost.
    but you take care of yourself.
    Bye.

  38. ZOEE CAT says:

    i HATE doll clowns and now i hate HATE doll clowns even more!!

  39. Cassidy32 says:

    omg ive been deathly afraid of clowns my entire life. its just that u dont know wat theyre hiding under all that makeup. phsycic abilities also run in my family. i am one of them. i have had many encounters with the paranormal. but ive never had one with a doll. which is good because i cant stand them lol. :)

  40. fiona says:

    I hate clowns too and china dolls they scare me so badly when i was stayin at my freinds house she had a few and i refused t sleep in the same room as them i never liked any off them but as im geting older i am even more terrified of them so i know how these people all feel.

  41. ilovejonasbrothers says:

    i hate clowns. I remeber when I was little my great grandma took me to a circus and when the clowns came out, I started crying immediatly and my grandma had to take me home. I have hated clowns ever since.

    iactually hate all dolls, no matter how pretty or nice they look. theres just something about them thats just creepy. its like theyre watching you�.

  42. irena says:

    i hate clown dolls too when i was 7 i have one a hate it i was always looking at me but when i was 9 i burn it because it had a light green eyes but always at night it had a light red eyes for me clown is a symbol of evil

  43. chynadolliee23 says:

    wow nice story I was never really scared of clowns or clown dolls but now I know I have to keep an eye on them. ;]

  44. thraxbaby says:

    sounds like something out of Poltergeist. O.O

  45. sakura12haruno says:

    now that i read that story i get a feeling when im on the computer that a clown will crawl out of nowhere and grin a devilish evil smile at me ! i’m freaking out! anyways great story now if you excuse me i have keep all the lights on in my room.

    • sakura12haruno says:

      p.s im probably gonna have to stay up late this summer because of the clown thing lol. and this is normal for me i guess ^.^

  46. sam says:

    I had a doll too when i was little, but my sister and i always used to throw it out the window and stuff, i never really liked it coz it was freaky, im 19 and when i have children, ill make sure i NEVER buy them dolls, i hate dolls

    take care

  47. Tracey says:

    I have A Bunch of dolls nothing ever happen things to me but one things I hate is clown I don’t know why it just that I hate cause they act stupid. So I though it. But I seen the movie Emily Doll, Chucky and About the clown is The It I seen all those show.

  48. kelly says:

    Great story! I LOVE CLOWNS, EVEN CREEPY ONES. My Granmother loved them too. I do believe dolls can be Haunted by spirits or yes even bad spirits(demon in nature). But this hasn’t deturred my interests in them or the paranormal. I am very sensitive to ghost/paranormal energy & try to learn from my experiences…not to live in fear from them. THOUGHT THIS WAS AN EXCELLENT EXAMPLE OF FACEING ONE’S FEAR , SPECIALY THE STARE DOWN CONTEST….LOVED IT. Thank you for shareing your experience with us and glad to know your safe. Takecare, Kelly.

  49. Dare2know says:

    Clowns are creepy because of that big smile. Common, nothing is really that funny for someone to smile or laugh at for so long. In doing so, it gives people the creeps.

  50. HuskyPrincess1 says:

    PURE SPOOKINESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am a Christian and I always believed that Jesus watches over my family and I. I ALWAYS hated clowns, always have and always will! Clowns are just…I don’t know…eerie.

  51. FattyAddie says:

    I hate clowns! I have a serious phobia of them. I also have a phobia of dolls, so with the two of them combined…it’s like my kryptonite!!! I have a funny story, not scary (well…absolutely terrifying to me, but everyone else thought it was funny). When I was 19 I lived with my older sister and her family. My niece was 9 at the time, and she knew how badly I hated clowns. A couple of time when I would get home from school or from work, she would be standing in the enterence with either a clown mask or with clown make up on. Nice surprise. But the best time she got me was at our city’s parade. There were clowns there, and anytime one would come by me I would either look the other way, or pull my hood over my face so I didn’t have to see them. Well, I was just sitting there minding my own business watching the band from one of the high schools when a clown jumped right in front of me, and yelled my nickname “FRAGGLE” (my niece calls me Fraggle from Fraggle Rock because it is my favorite show from when I was a kid). I litterally jumped up from my chair and ran as fast as I could down the street, almost peeing my pants! When I finally came back, there was my niece and her little friend, cracking up. She told the clown that did this that I LOVED clowns that that it would make me really happy if one came and said hi to me, and told them my nick name. Needless to say, she was in soooooo much trouble. Now she is in high school, and she wrote a paper about this and got an A. Nice.

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