who knows good scary stories about dolls?

Question

true stories,

Answer 1

Ticktock by Dean Koontz is very good, though fictional.

Answer 2

The scary movie about dolls that comes to mind is CHUCKIE. But its not a true story. The other would be the little indian in the closet. That was scarry when I was a kid seeing it for the first time.

Answer 3

Well, I don't know if this interests you, but here's my experience. As a young boy, over 20 years ago, before any of the Chucky movies came out, I used to suffer from terrible nightmares. Looking back now, these nightmares were in such vivid, painstaking detail, that I don't know how a young child who had never seen a horror movie could have dreamed them. Anyway, I remember my older sister received a gift from a relative of an antique porcelain doll. It was a doll of a dark haired woman in a dress and hat perhaps in the style of the late 1800's or early 1900's. She would keep the doll perched ontop of her dresser in her bedroom. From the time she got this doll until the time she moved out of the house about a few years later, I would have periodic nightmares about this doll coming to life and trying to kill me. I still remember the first of the nightmares. In this one, I dreamed that I woke up early in the morning and everything seemed normal. In my dream, everything in my room was exactly in place, just as I had left everything when I went to sleep the night before except that my door was now slightly ajar. (A little background): A unique feature in my bedroom was a loft above my bed which made use of the high ceiling. There were stairs leading to the loft and a metal handrail with bars along the top edge to prevent someone from falling off. Yes, so I dreamed that I woke up and laid in bed, gathering my senses. The house was unusually quiet, as if I was the only one there. I looked to the stairs of the loft, followed them with my eyes to the top, then I began to scan the edge of the loft, where the handrail was bolted. My eyes stopped when they reached about halfway across the loft. At first, there was nothing there, but a moment later, a face popped between two of the handrails and looked down on me as I laid in bed. It was my sister's doll! Only now, instead of its usual pursed lips and stoic expression, the dolls eyes were open wide, as well as its mouth, displaying a set of razor sharp, piranha like teeth. Blood ran down the edges of the dolls lips as it looked down on me. As I saw the blood on her lips it dawned on me. The reason that the house was so quiet was that my family was dead and I was to be the final victim. To make matters worse, I was suddenly paralyzed and unable to move from my bed. I watched in horror as the doll disappeared once more from the handrails. I could hear the sound of it crawling on the carpet of the loft. The doll crawled to the far edge of the loft and began to slowly crawl down the stairs, its head turned toward me all the while, with piercing eyes that seemed to look right through me. Still unable to move, or utter a sound for that matter, I watched helplessly as the doll reached the bottom of the stairs. I felt a slight tug on my blanket followed by the sight of two small hands reaching over the foot of my bed. I knew I only had moments to live.
The dream never ended, as just before the doll reached the top of the bed, my mother entered my room and woke me up to come down for breakfast. I never talked to my mom about that dream. Just as I was unable to utter a sound in the dream, I was unable to talk about it after it was over. Instead, I tried to block it out of my mind. As you can see, I wasn't too successful at that either.