Dolls: Evil or Possessed

Yippee. Err. I didn't just say that. Someone possessed me. Yeah. Let's go with that. On my quest to hunt the weird I have been stopping by to give blog love. I was visiting LivingDeadNurse and laughing at her responses to a meme that just happens to be all about the stuff I am hunting and I got mental slapped upside the head when I realized that I didn't have dolls on my list. I had Chupacabra on mind for tonight, but we will put the Freak on the back burner for now. Thank you LivingDeadNurse for unknowingly greasing the twisted cogs in my head.

It's number three on my tour of Freaks & Frights and Things that go bump in the night. Tonight's subject is Evil or Possessed Dolls. Oh how we love our dolls. It doesn't matter whether you were a boy or a girl. You loved dolls. OK. I will give the men a break here, and say that either they were playing with "Action Figures" or they were mutilating our dolls (my apologies to those that really did play with dolls.) What was your favorite doll? Betsy Wetsy (is that a doll), Barbie, Raggedy Ann or Andy, Cabbage Patch kids(I think they are freaky regardless of possession), or perhaps a Chucky Doll.

Oh my Chucky. How I loved thee. Hopefully you all already know about the red headed freak doll that scared that crap out of everyone (OK. Not everyone.)in the late 80's early 90's. He was a Goth My Buddy doll. I thought he was friggin hilarious, but I guess demon possession of a doll was a bit much for my parents to swallow. Actually It was Dad. He threw it out. But there is a VHS tape of me delivering my son Aaron using Chucky as my focal point out there. I have witnesses. My room seemed to be source of stress relief for the staff.

See how cute he is. Awe.


OK. Maybe some anger management classes and a stylist and he could be OK.


Sigh. Poor Chuckster.

As I have stated before, my investigation is not to be taken seriously. I am hunting purely for my own amusement and hopefully yours.

This sums up the doll possession quite well. Excellent job.

Paranormal Site
Deena Budd
BellaOnline's Paranormal Editor
Possessed Dolls
Guest Author - Kim DeLeary

Many people do not like dolls. Dolls have been reported to be possessed by spirits as a paranormal phenomenon. The possessed doll is a common theme in popular horror movies.

For many of the people who are made uncomfortable by dolls, porcelain dolls can be the most disturbing. Dolls with jointed arms and legs are sometimes reported as being the scariest type of porcelain doll. It is possible that the feeling of being in the presence of an "other" is increased the more closely an object resembles a human being. Some people will turn dolls around so the doll will face the wall instead of into the room, move the doll out of the room entirely, avoid the room with the doll and if possible, will get rid of the doll. People also sometimes report nightmares where a doll or dolls come alive and even aggressive.

Spirit attachment to any object is weird. Among the many types of objects that are reported to be possessed, dolls could be the most frightening possessed object. Theories about the cause of doll possession or spirit attachment include a traumatic event that happened near the doll, a child's emotional attachment to the doll as being comforting and inviting to a nearby spirit, the energy focused on the doll results in the summoning of a spirit, a ghost's continuing attachment to the doll and rarely demonic possession.

It is thought that because the doll is such a weak vehicle for possession that it is not a very desirable object for spirit possession. Some of the types of paranormal phenomena associated with possessed dolls include hearing voices, laughter, crying, cold spots, feelings of being watched the unexplainable movement of the doll and unexplainable movement of furniture or objects near the doll. The doll may be described as having personalities that range from comforting to evil.

Pinocchio is an example of a doll that comes to life in classic literature. This wooden doll is tame compared to some of the other possessed dolls that can be found on television and in feature films. Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone was an early paranormal television series that displayed many stories including ones about a possessed ventriloquist’s doll and an evil talking doll. In Toy Story, the entire box of toys comes alive at night and all the toys have lives of their own, regardless of the quality of their form.

The idea of evilly possessed dolls coming to life is so creepy that that you can find many horror movies that feature them. There is a scary moment in Poltergeist when the clown doll comes to life as an omen for the rest of paranormal activity that escalates in the film. The Chucky films feature a doll possessed of an evil and murderous spirit. In Doll Graveyard, murderous dolls terrorize people in an old house. The movie Magic features a ventriloquist’s evil doll, which attempts to take over a man’s life. In Puppet Master, the evil puppets come to life to commit murder.

The idea of dolls coming to life can be a frightening idea. Tapping into this fear has been a lucrative business for some filmmakers in the horror film industry. The theme of haunted dolls is popular in literature and movies because it is such a naturally scary concept shared by many people.

You guys rock at the Bella Online-The Voice of Women.

Jeepers Creepers where'd you get those peepers? Seriously. These are freaky.





I think they are the same doll but from different views. I need coffee. I have those eyes burnt into my head. Ugh!

That wraps up the 3rd installment of Freaks & Frights and Things that go bump in the night.

Once again, please remember my investigation is purely for my own amusement, hopefully yours, and not to be taken seriously.

Any damage claims regarding snarfing too many snacks & beverages should be differed to management. She, however, is currently ignoring all calls while on a mission to find chocolate.

Sweet Dreams all.

Lyn

The Orb's & EVP vs evp.

***Updated 10/6/09 4:47: Hi there guys and gals. I had a nice surprise when I got home. GodMamma Sandy from CTsoulseekers.com stopped by and left a comment regarding her experiences at Guntown in CT. Wicked cool. Thanks Sandy!***

Holy crap. What's that sound I hear? Oh, wait a second that's just silence. This has been a hell of a couple of days.

I was strolling along reading some fabulous blogs on Sunday afternoon and decided I was going to actually seek human contact. I came back to NOTHING! I had lost my connection to the "other" world. This put a huge damper on my investigation. I became more focused on why I couldn't write about crap no one wants to know about,(I had a ninny fit), and less about the reason why the wireless was down. Four hours later it came up and I had to restrain myself from ripping the cord out for spite. (Sigh..it sounds good, but I'd only do it in my head. It's free and no damage control afterward.)

On to my next installment of Freaks & Frights and Things that go bump in the night. Tonight we are going to take a look at Orbs and EVP's. My investigations are purely for my own amusement and hopefully yours. Grab some popcorn and a beverage. I am just as curious as you are. One sec...I need my snacks too.

OK. If you ever want to piss off a scientific person just tell them that Orbs are real. Don't shoot me down just yet. I do believe that orbs are possible. The problem I have is after reading the scientific point I can see how many photo's would be misinterpreted. These are images of nonentity ie. dust, rain.


Photo from here


Photo from here

I see the Orbs, but still not feeling the love. Check this one out.


Photo from here

I want to be serious about this, but doesn't it look like he just dropped a ball. I bet his shorts have a bit more room. Ouch. Dammit Lyn. OK. Moving on.

EVP...Electronic voice phenomena. I have had this happen to me before I even knew what it was. I was recording myself running lines for a play I was in. No one was home
and it was quiet. When I ran the tape back I could hear a kid talking. I could not understand a word of it and at that time I was pissed because I thought maybe my son Aaron had messed with the recorder. The only problem was it was a fresh tape I threw in there.

My son Z's GodMamma Sandy and Cousin Sue are Ghost Hunters or Paranormal Investigator's which ever you'd like to call them. They are the Wicked Bitches of New Haven County. (I will be heading for Alaska after this post for fear of Lyn's Bitchtoberfest.)

Godmamma pointed me to a site that she is a member of CTsoulseekers.com OK. Great music but not so helpful on the EVP. Actually, they do have a section dedicated to EVP, but not what I was hunting for.

Seriously folks. I have found out that hours of searching for voices of dead people make hunters very possessive. I don't blame them. I'd be marking my territory as well if I had to stake out in the dark in creepy locations. Where do you guys pee? And lets just say for instance you have a phobia regarding insects and you are in some hole trying to record and something drops on your head and crawls onto your face. What do you do?

If you came to look for the EVP's I urge you to go search . They are out there. My definition of EVP is Everyone's Very Possessive. Therefore, I am not stomping on the under appreciated Paranormal Investigators/Ghost Hunters toes, or the freshly turned earth that the dead has been laid into.

Kudo's to you all. I will stick to reading with my light on and hope that if someone is trying to contact me from the "other side" you will give me the message.

Sweet Dreams.

Lyn

Send in the Clowns.

Oh boy. Lyn is at it again. Posting stuff that makes no sense except inside her twisted mind.

Screeeeech! Hold on a second I have to drop Jenny off. Thank you for plugging the clown idea in my head. Brrrr.

"Clowns" won the starter spot on my investigation into freaks & frights and things that go bump in the night. My investigation is not to be taken seriously. This is purely for my own amusement and hopefully yours.

When you think of clowns what is the first image to pop into your head? Is it an image or a feeling? Do you get mushy and remember going to the circus with mom & dad? Or is it more like a irrational fear to run as far as you can from the man/woman in face paint? What clown popped into your head when you started reading this?

Coulrophobia is an abnormal or exaggerated fear of clowns.

I've had a hard time thinking that clowns are anything but EVIL. OK. So it is my point of view. Maybe you like the freaky haired, overly face painted works of wonder. Me? Nope! Yes I do realize that there are "nice" clowns out there trying to make a living. Good for them. I promise not to be mean should I run into one.

I am not going to sit here and tell you how messed up my little (10 yr. old?) head became when the clown attacked the boy in "Poltergiest", or how I love Stephen King but hate "IT". Don't even get me started on the whole Ronald Mc D thing. Yikes.

I scrounged around for amusing clown sites and hit a few. This one is from Bizarre.com. I'll let the following speak for itself.

It’s official: Children hate clowns. A recent study that quizzed 250 children in a pediatric hospital ward found thatall 250 of them were afraid of the various clown imagery that decorated the wing. As though terminal illness wasn’t enough. Penny Curtis, a professor who worked on the study, is quoted as saying “We found that clowns are universally disliked by children. Some found them quite frightening and unknowable.”

So what is it about clowns that is so terrifying? We decided to find out. Hence, we’d like to present Best Week Ever’s Top 10 Things That Make Clowns Scary.

10. Big Feet. You know what they say about men with big feet? They have big tendencies to got you in the face while you sleep. They also have gigantic snow white p****es. Gigantic snow white p****es Think about it.

9. All Movies Written About Killer Clowns are Probably Based on True Stories. In all seriousness, there was probably at one time or another a h***in-addicted clown named Shakes who was also, strangely, Bob Goldthwait. And what else happens in Derry, Maine if not for a child-killing clown named It? But perhaps no movie was more scarring to the reputation of clowns than the 1988 classic Killer Klowns from Outer Space, a likely true story about puke-inducing alien clowns with pointy teeth and evil eyes who trap their victims in cotton candy cocoons. If ever a movie scarred my small, child brain at the age of 7, it was KK from OS.

8. Grown Men with Freckles Painted on Their Face is Inherently Terrifying. Enough said.

7. Most Clowns Are Alcoholics and Urinate Everywhere. Tell-tale sign number one that most to all clowns are alkies? They have humongous flame red bulbous noses. Tell-tale sign number two that most clowns are probably hitting the sauce with a green-gloved fist? Wouldn’t you bathe in apple-tinis if your entire life was based around living a paint-faced lie? And as far as urinating everywhere is concerned, I’m pretty sure circuses don’t have working toilets for a reason. Luckily, because clowns sh*t cotton candy, going number 2 behind a Chevy Pick-up is never really much of a problem.

6. Hyuk Hyuk Laughter. Who the f**k laughs like that? Seriously, have you ever heard a normal, mentally sane person emit a laugh that sounds like their starting the engine of a Model T car? No, really, other than Goofy – who is a 6 foot tall animated Disney Dog who wears pants — I’m pretty sure no human being “Hyuk Hyuk”’s their way through an episode of Seinfeld, you read me?

5. They Wear Onesies. What sort of baby infantile diaper-fetish craziness is that all about?

4. Clowns Molest People. If you weren’t aware that clowns molest people, do yourself a favor and add the creepumentary Capturing the Friedmans to you Netflix queue.

3. They Can’t Afford More Than 1 Car. Judging by the clowns mode of transportation — a Volkswagen Bug or Serbian-style two-seater that magically fits the driver and 8,000 of his rainbow-colored pals — it appears that clowns don’t actually earn a real living. They can’t even afford the kind of car homeless drive! Meaning that clowns, for whatever reason, choose to do the devil’s work for pittance. Pittance! Which might go to explain why clowns eat their dinner directly out of the can of baked beans instead of a bowl, and why they sometimes use their hands instead of the classier “wooden spoon”.

2. That Red Paint Around Their Lips? The blood of the elderly. That, or fire-engine red lipstick. Either way, creepskies!

1. John Wayne Gacy, or Clowns Will gotYou and Bury You Under Their House. Killer Klowns from Outer Space aside, John Wayne Gacy is, gigantic inflatable hands down, the scariest thing to ever happen within the clown community. Gacy m****d 33 teenagers in his town and buried 31 of those bodies under his house. And, according to Gacy’s wiki page (Warning: Do not read after 5 PM), “He said he used his clown act as an alter ego, once sardonically saying that ‘A clown can get away with murder.’” (throat clear) A CLOWN CAN GET AWAY WITH MURDER!!!

Honorable Mention: Insane Clown Posse. Terrifying, no doubt. But ever since The Arsenio Hall Show, we just can’t take the word “posse” seriously anymore.

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Happy. Sad. I should be fun.
I make the bravest of them run.
I look into your eyes to find
the weakest link into your mind.
I paint my face to smile or frown.
Beware of me I am a clown.

Lyn Hernandez

Ironically I found this clown on a hunt for "Happy" clowns!!!!! Pisser...:)

Sweet dreams.

Lyn

Just because.

A Pearl of Wisdom.

"A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life. It is the tear [that results] from the injury of the oyster. The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl."


Stephan Hoeller

I was sent this quote via e-mail. The timing was perfect. You can visit the site by clicking this link beliefnet.

Have a good day.

Lyn

Life is good.

It was absolutely beautiful out today. I was extremely hungover from a night of self-pity binging, but I was hell bent on going out and doing "stuff".

Everyone has their own hangover cure. There is the Bloody Mary, the Bloody Harry (same as the Mary but more than enough spicy ingredients to grow hair on your chest), wheat toast with honey, tea, soup, or anything extremely greasy. There are more but I think that covers my tried and true list. Most hungover humans would likely return to bed to sleep away the banging in their heads, swearing off alcohol while shaking and hoping that they don't throw up the little food they managed to get in their mouths. Me being the strange person that I am, I do not run for the covers and pillows. I do see the comfort in doing so, but nope. Not me.

I get urges. An impulse. Usually it tends to be harmless like, I have to get outside. If it's summer and the pool is open I grab a book and head to the pool. The water is refreshing and I snap back to reality. If it is winter and freezing freaking cold out I take a walk or just sit on something till my butt freezes. Another way of achieving this form of therapy is to take a cold shower. Set the shower to warm at first. Once your body is acclimated to the temperature shut the hot water off. Two minutes usually does the trick and then you can ease the hot back on.

Back to my day of the urge to splurge. Yes. I spend. That can be a very bad thing if not monitored. We had planned to go out today anyway, but I didn't bank on my oldest son calling me on it first thing this morning. So my lovely son Aaron comes into my room wondering why I am not up, dressed and ready. The cogs in my head start turning as I stare into his bemused face(probably wondering if I really am his Mom or a hideous alien with freaky hair). Snap! It hits me. Shit. OK. I am up.

Our agenda for the day included Apple picking at the Orchard, lunch at Chili's, and then a final viewing of Harry Potter & The Half Blood Prince before it hits DVD. So,
Mom, Aaron, Zach, and I piled into Mom's wicked cool car and off we went.

Our little day of fun was the best day a Mom with a nasty hangover, clogged nose, whiny and hyper 4 year old, teenager who chose to be with family for the day, and Mother/Grandma who helped me to make it happen and while smiling, could ever ask for.

Apple Orchards: $25.00
Chili's: $15.00 (It was $57.00 but mom had a gift card and we had to tip of course.)
Movie: $16.00 for 4 of us. Sweet. That's because the theater we went to shows out dated movies.)
Total for the day: PRICELESS

I could care less about my aches and pains, and the woe is me crap. I spent the whole day with Mom & my boys.

Life is good. God is great. And I am heading for better things to come.

Sweet dreams.

I hope your day was great as well.

Lyn

The Princess & Spanish Heritage

***Updated due to the author's unruly hangover. Never blog while intoxicated!***

La Quinceanera is the equivalent of the Sweet Sixteen minus one year. What's that you say? That doesn't make any sense? Let me enlighten you. When a young girl of Latina descent ages to her fifteenth year she becomes a woman. We celebrate this like a wedding. Huge Cake. DJ. Party favors. The whole I am a good girl rite of passage. This was the year "Princess" was written. All I wanted to do was shoot the dumb bitch! Happy endings my ass. Eek. Did I say that out loud? Whatever.

These are the words from MY 15 year old mouth to paper. I am not editing anything because I find it amusing.

A special thank you to Anthony Nam Hoang for recovering the Princess and for being such a great friend & Artist.(OK. So I edited a "couple" of words but this is the POEM. If you are looking for fireworks or a parade tell them they missed my house. Kidding of course.)


THE PRETTY PRINCESS

Once upon a dreary day,
a pretty princess went out to play.
She walked and hopped and skipped along,
singing a merry fairy song.

At that same time a wicked witch,
was scheming up a double switch.

"I'll take those ugly gross roses,
that all the fair maidens smell with their noses"

"I'll switch the smell. Yes that's what I'll do.
I'll take the old smell and give it a new."

Hocus Pocus Alaca Zeep,
whoever smells roses shall fall asleep.

Hocus pocus Alaca Zears,
they shall fall asleep for a hundred years.

Now back to the princess who's still skipping along,
singing her merry fairy song.

Until! She came upon a bunch of roses,
that all the fair maidens smell with their noses.

She plucked one here, she plucked one there,
she plucked some more so she could share.

But then she smelled a horrible smell,
she soon became queasy and weazy and fell.

As everyone knows along came a knight,
who wheeled and squealed at the horrible sight.

"My Lord, this Princess is under a spell,
she has fallen asleep by that horrible smell

He picked up a rose and took a whiff
and he fell asleep by just one sniff.

On and on and on this went,
people falling asleep by this horrible scent.

But soon, very soon, they'll all be asleep.
Then there will be no one left to weep.

So..If Anyone sees a bunch of red roses,
that all the fair maidens smell with their noses,

Think twice before smelling that horrible scent,
Else you may find where all the rest went.

Lyn Hernandez