Merry meet all,
I don’t believe in dolls being possessed. I saw a clip from the movie Annabelle. I don’t have the courage to watch that movie. The clip was a scary sewing scene. Well if anyone has paid attention to my previous posts, I do a lot of sewing. It is hard enough not to stitch my fingers. Quite often, the pins stab my fingers. See? So I don’t need that movie scene adding to my fears. Thimbles were invented for a reason.
But I digress. I have read about possessed dolls. I thought I would try writing my own story. I read a fascinating yet morbid story online about an ancient doll that had a human tongue. Ew. If that doesn’t irk you, what will eh? I was intrigued. I had to keep reading the story. It was fiction of course. There is no way that tale can be true… I hope. The doll suckled on the poor young man. The doll gained his human skin. The man got the doll’s skin. It hurt. It itched. It glowed. He could do nothing about it. He returned to finish the doll off and then he figured out the reason why his grandmother never spoke a word to him. The doll had his grandmother’s tongue. The doll was locked away in the attic. Eerie.
The other famous possessed doll is Robert the doll. Even that story gave me shivers. I find it eerie that a doll can move on its own and have such an effect on a person. But the idea still interests me. A doll can be so unassuming, so innocent and possibly harmless. Who would suspect a doll? The trick to a good story is to involve an object that has no menace in it and make it Stephen King-esque menacing.
Sometimes when I am working out story ideas, I work it out in my head, not on paper. Then I type at the keyboard. That is the phase I am in currently. A story needs to have more than a doll terrorizing a family. It has to have the depth, fear, and heaps of reality. A realistic story is going to give your readers the royal chills more than anything else. A reader should be able to say ‘yes, I can see this happening.
I hope I’ve encouraged all you secretive Mary Wollsteonecrafts and aspiring Edgar Allan Poes out there to pen your own horrifying tales.
Now for my account of a memorable experience in Pleasant Bay!!
One summer starry night, I saw the Northern Lights in Pleasant Bay. The dark sky was glowing with streaks of fiery mauves, purples and oranges. It was amazing to behold. I hope you get to see the Nothern Lights someday!!!!
Good luck writing!!
Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(