child's play...

cute isn't she?

Raggedy Anne was hand made by my aunt and given to my daughter when she was born...

somewhere in our vast stack of historic event photos Anne is perched on the hospital window sill with a balloon...




in another my young daughter is dressed in her clothing for Halloween... 


Halloween;  that holiday which is surrounded by candy and ghost stories and supernatural beings...

all things sweet...

and evil...


mr petite and i keep our two tiny tornadoes (translation: [tahy-nee tawr-ney-doh] noun, plural - does, -dos; very small child[ren] who cause rainbow storms to occur over, in, and through an otherwise calm household.) as often as we can and this past weekend is actually where this story finally starts:
 
The Tiniest Tornado Takes A Stand- And Wins

Raggedy Anne always sat on the bench/toybox in the room our tiny tornadoes share when they stay at our house...

our 6 year old tornado has never bothered with the doll in any form, the 3 year old however would always sweep her off the bench and onto the floor whenever he was here.  assumption was he must move the doll to open the bench for toys and being she is a big doll it was easier to simply sweep her off than move her to another place... and, after all, boys will be boys...

however, last year he finally verbalized his great distaste for her; "grama, i don't like that doll. i don't want her here." 

so i sat Anne in a chair in the entry hall.

and whenever the tornadoes were here she would end up on the floor...

so i moved her onto a chair in the guest bedroom.

where she would end up on the floor...

finally this past september i tried to sell her at our annual garage sale.

but when she didn't sell i took it as a sign my aunt wanted her here and i sat her on a chair just inside the door to our basement rec room where the tornadoes sometimes play and watch tv with grama and grampa...

well, sunday morning while we were all playing in the rec room, the tiniest tornado tells mr petite that he would like him to "please put that doll some place where she can't see me."  instead,  mr. petite explains that the doll's name is Raggedy Anne and that she is a very nice doll - after which he tells the story of how Anne came to be with us the day his mother was born...  isn't that neat?!...

the tiniest tornado who has been fidgeting the entire time didn't buy any of it and he wasn't going to;

she isn't either a nice doll grampa, because every time i walk past her she yells at me really loud. she calls me bad words... she talks to me and it hurts my ears... and it makes me afraid...

so i am now curious, and ask the tiny tornado just what it is she says to him when he walks by...

he lowers his voice to a growl and starts talking like Linda Blair in the exorcist...

"you little f..."  was all i could make out before the words spewed forth in another language all together and the hair fast stood on the back of my neck.


i didn't question him any further... i moved the doll into the storage room with the ghosts and when i came back i promised to find someone else to take her.

she doesn't need somebody else to take her grama... she just needs to be gone!!

and suddenly all i could see was Chuckie taking over our home...

8 comments:

  1. Okay, now that's a ghost story.

    Lovely.

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  2. Good grief, this is scary stuff. Don't give it away, to scare some other kid - burn it someplace far away from the house and your land. Bad news.

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  3. And then there's this Jonathan Coulton song Creepy Doll

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  4. Jings! Scary stuff!

    Poor wee thing - the tornado, not the doll.

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  5. Joshua - certainly made my hair stand on end! and thanks for that song. yikes!

    Indigo - if i burn it won't it come back to haunt me?

    Alistair - poor wee thing indeed. =/

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  6. Nope. Tho get a priest to come exorcise the house anyway. One who actually BELIEVES in that stuff.

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  7. Well...I'm speechless...almost. I have an old Raggedy Anne doll, but she was commercially made so contains no ghosts. Maybe you could give her a bath in some Holy Water :)

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  8. as a post script; the doll is now gone, the rooms have been cleansed with burning sage and whether or not its reality based or simple belief/relief, my house has been far quieter at night.

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