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There is probably no one reading this who
has not had a disturbing experience at one
time or another involving that most simple
and supposedly benign object, a child’s
Ask around at any party where the conversation
turns to the supernatural and someone will
inevitably pipe up with a creepy story about
an encounter with a doll that seemed to
have a life and will all its own. Invariably,
the doll was the object of fear and loathing
in someone’s home until the children
were old enough to abandon such things.
If they were lucky, the doll was given away
– maybe it was passed on to some unfortunate
cousin; if they weren’t so lucky,
the doll was relegated to storage in the
labyrinthine darkness of the attic where
it often became to object of even more terror.
Dolls, simple child’s playthings,
primitive or highly stylized, have been
around for centuries. Every culture seems
to create these little imitations of humans
and all seem to do so for the same purpose:
to provide companionship, entertainment
and comfort to our children.
With such innocent and well-intentioned
origins, what could possibly bother, or,
in some cases even terrify us about these
loving childhood companions?
For reasons unknown, dolls seem to attract
spirits. More troubling, dolls seem to become
easily imbued with the spirit of the child
to whom it most closely connected. And there
is ample evidence to at least provoke suspicion
that some dolls stay connected via this
childhood link for years, even generations
after their childhood playmate has grown
to adulthood or succumbed to early death.
Other dolls are created for the enjoyment
of the collector, and although they are
never “played with” in the traditional
sense they still can become objects of devotion
and even obsession. Any avid doll collector
will tell you that it can be hard to pass
up the opportunity to purchase or obtain
a beautiful, desirable doll. These dolls
are no less loved and the emotional connection
is no less intense; often these collectible
dolls are the objects of the most terrifying
Author Anne Rice is one collector of such
magnificent dolls and they can be seen on
display at her Doll Museum in New Orleans.
Once the site of the St. Elizabeth’s
Orphanage, the building now houses Rice’s
vast collection and other artistic works.
It is interesting to note, however, that
Rice once stated that she moved her doll
collection to the centralized museum location
because it basically bothered her to have
them around her house. Prior to the opening
of the museum, when she and husband Stan
Rice were making one last walk-through,
Rice is quoted as having said she “wouldn’t
like to be locked in here all night with
all of them [the dolls].” Not only
are most of the dolls allegedly haunted,
they are now housed in a verifiably haunted
Haunted dolls are also extremely popular
items at online auction sites such as eBay
and bidZ, however, not every doll or toy
featured on these sites can be verified
as truly being haunted. Granted, some of
the more beat up models featured are disturbing
in their own right, whether or not they
are actually haunted, but it should be obvious
to the discerning reader that some dolls
are so decidedly bogus you can practically
smell it over your broadband connection!
This is not to suggest that the haunted
authenticity of every doll or toy presented
for sale is to be questioned. Many legitimate
paranormal investigators and ghost hunters
often place items up for sale that they
are willing to part with for the sake of
furthering research and study. Others, it
is true, are quite obviously victims of
hauntings who have unknowingly come by a
doll or toy, often through inheritance or
estate sale, that has proceeded to haunt
and otherwise terrify its new owners. These
people genuinely want to get rid of the
item and will usually place only a small
reserve on it, willing to part with it the
moment the auction time is up.
But obviously there are many others who
for one reason or another feel it necessary
to either bilk individuals out of hard-earned
cash or make fools out of paranormal enthusiasts.
These are the folks with the long, meandering,
“true life” stories of “real
hauntings” by the doll and who have
to get rid of the dreaded object “at
any cost,” so long as it’s high.
They continue to get away with it because,
after all, you can’t really PROVE
a doll or toy is haunted. Or can you?
THE REAL THING Across America there are some dolls
about which there is no doubt, at least
in everyone’s mind: they are most
definitely haunted. As interest in haunted
dolls and playthings keeps rising, it might
be well to review these real LIVING DOLLS.
Probably the most famous haunted plaything
ever, Robert is a doll that now resides
– happily, they say - in The East
Martello Museum in Key West, Florida.
Many of you are already acquainted with
Robert, the lifelong companion of painter
Robert Eugene (called Gene) Otto, who received
the three-foot-tall straw companion from
his Bahamian nanny when he was just a small
boy. The doll would be with him for the
remainder of his life.
There are a number of stories about the
nanny, obviously the pivotal figure in this
doll drama. Many say that, although she
dearly loved young Gene, she was mistreated
and abused by his parents on a regular basis.
Some versions of the tale have the nanny
practicing the dark Voodoo arts and giving
the doll to Robert out of revenge for her
ill treatment, but there is nothing to support
this being the case. Evidently, Gene received
the doll, said to be a replica of him, as
a gift of love. He promptly named it Robert.
To say that Robert stayed by Gene’s
side is an understatement, for Gene was
never without the little plaything. He even
dressed it in his own clothes and spent
hours on end playing in his nursery with
only the doll as company. It is said that
he was often heard talking to the doll and
answering himself in an entirely different
voice. Gene slept, ate and traveled with
Robert by his side.
Within months after the arrival of the doll
in the Otto household, strange things began
to occur. Objects would go missing and turn
up broken, Gene took to the unhealthy habit
of sneaking out of his window and wandering
the grounds at night, and his parents began
to suspect him of all kinds of mischief.
If he was caught in the act, Gene would
always hold out Robert and say, “Robert
Although some dismissed the unusual events
as the product of an overactive child, others
close to the family began to whisper that
somehow the doll was to blame.
Soon the doll apparently became bolder.
It no longer seemed to require Gene’s
company to move about the house. In the
still hours of the night, the servants would
often wake to the sound of hollow, pattering
footsteps. Too frightened to inspect the
cause, they would usually cower in their
beds until dawn. Weird humming and singing
was heard to come from the nursery if Gene
inadvertently left Robert there alone. None
of the servants was eager to clean Gene’s
rooms; nobody liked to turn their back on
As time went by, the Ottos grew older and
each, in turn, died, leaving the adult Gene
– and Robert – to live in the
house. They spent several years there alone
until Gene ultimately met and married a
local socialite and took her home to live.
From the moment she arrived, the creepy
doll disturbed the new Mrs. Otto and eventually
she prevailed upon her husband to put it
away. Robert was relegated to rooms in the
attic, where he was to remain – mostly
– for the rest of Gene Otto’s
“Mostly,” because, according
to the stories, Robert often left the attic
on his own. There are several accounts by
the servants and Mrs. Otto herself of Robert
being seen darting up and down the attic
stairs. Mrs. Otto was often troubled by
the sound of the doll’s dancing feet
tapping the attic floor above her, and one
time was alarmed to hear the doll’s
voice singing in the old nursery. Upon entering,
she found the doll sitting in one of Gene’s
old rocking chairs. When she confronted
her husband about taking the doll from the
attic when it disturbed her so, she was
met with the obtuse statement, “Robert
did it!” yet again. When Mrs. Otto
eventually preceded her husband in death,
many wondered, “Did Robert do it?”
It was widely believed that the death of
Gene Otto in 1972 would put an end to the
ghostly activity of the haunted doll. It
was quickly learned, however, that true
evil never dies, and while the house stood
empty reports of the awful doll still continued.
Many people would hear the sound of singing
coming from the house at night and on more
than one occasion the gruesome doll is said
to have frightened school children by peering
out the window in the attic turret and making
faces at them.
Eventually, a new family purchased the
old house and Robert the Doll was discovered
in his attic home and was promptly presented
to the family’s youngest daughter,
then aged 10, as a housewarming gift.
From the moment she received the doll the
child was plagued by horrible nightmares.
More than once, she claims, she awoke to
find the doll sitting on her face, attempting,
she believed, to suffocate her. It seemed
that Robert intensely disliked being left
behind by Gene and had no love for his new
“owner.” It was also painfully
obvious that he did not like little girls
because he is blamed for having torn up
and mutilated most of the young girl’s
other dolls. When the family pet became
mysteriously entwined in the cord of the
nursery Venetian blinds, Robert was once
again consigned to the attic.
When the family finally moved and the home
was converted into the Artist’s House
historic location as it stands today, Robert
was donated to The East Martello Museum
not far away. It quickly became evident,
however, that Robert was still up to his
Museum workers began to report strange
activity after the arrival of the doll,
including one volunteer who was terrorized
when the doll apparently spent most of a
day following her around. Eventually, the
doll was encased in a plastic display case
in which it remains to this day. Still,
there are those who claim that even this
cannot contain the evil doll and it is often
blamed for numerous odd occurrences in and
around the museum.
Once a year, in October, Robert the Doll
(in his case) is taken to the Historic Custom
House where he is placed on display. Some
visitors comment about the seemingly odd
practice of peppermints being placed in
the display case along with the doll. They
are usually fittingly creeped out by the
explanation: Robert, it seems, loves peppermints,
and placing some in his case will keep him
from wanting to roam at night. Skeptics
might scoff at this practice, but it is
reported by museum and Custom House staff
alike that each morning during his October
visit there are empty peppermint wrappings
littering the bottom of Robert’s display
Robert the Doll, still clad in one of Gene
Otto’s sailor suits and clutching
a small teddy bear, can be visited at The
East Martello Museum and, in October, at
the Historic Custom House in Key West, Florida.
THE DEVIL BABY DOLL
There is a legend in Old New Orleans about
the Devil Baby of Bourbon Street, the monster
child of a Creole doyenne, adopted by Voodoo
Queen Marie Laveaux and christened by Madame
LaLaurie. The baby lived to plague the French
Quarter and its environs for several years,
though some say it still exists, at least
in ghostly form, haunting the narrow streets
and alleys of the old city. Some others
claim that its tiny bones are moldering
along with those of its Godmother Marie
Laveau in her famous tomb in St. Louis Cemetery
In years past, there were many renditions
of this famous “boogeyman” (or,
boogeybaby?) of New Orleans legend, the
earliest of which were carved from dried,
hollowed out gourds. This primitive Devil
Baby dolls were often hung in the windows
of old Creole cottages to frighten off the
real Devil Baby who lurked in the darkness
just beyond the gas lights. Other primitively
carved Devil Baby dolls, complete with horns
and a knotted jute tail, would sometimes
appear on the stoops of unfortunate victims
of the local hoodoo rootworkers. (It is
said Marie Laveau frowned on the practice
of leaving effigies of the Devil Baby because
it made light of the “afflictions,”
as she described them, of her adopted ward,
the real Devil Baby.)
These early, hand-carved Devil Baby dolls
are extremely rare these days. Those families
in possession of such an heirloom usually
have kept it hidden and have passed it down
through generations, so it is hard to estimate
just how many of these little effigies were
In the early 20th century, however, other
versions of the dreaded Devil Baby doll
began to appear in and around New Orleans.
These renditions were more doll-like, clothed
in children’s garb and able to stand
on their own, with a stuffed body and arms
that moved slightly. The face of the Devil
Baby dolls was always the same, with leering,
glassy eyes and small horns protruding from
the forehead. It was said that these dolls
had faces that most closely resembled the
actual Devil Baby; this was verified by
a woman who had evidently played with the
Devil Baby as a child.
These are the first dolls to truly have
a “haunted” reputation. They
were a “black market” item in
old New Orleans, and in order to obtain
one it was necessary to be well connected
among secret sosyetes and practicing vodoun
community. As bad luck seemed to follow
the dolls – some claim because of
a curse laid on them all by Marie Laveau
– none of them seem to have survived
this period. Only parts of one doll remained
and these had been locked away until very
Recently for stories about the Devil Baby
posted on Haunted New Orleans and Haunted
America Tours, local artist and Mardi Gras
parade designer Ricardo Pustanio was able
to obtain the remnants of the last known
surviving Devil Baby doll (c. 1900’s).
From these he was able to recreate the doll,
adhering to the size and style of the original,
for use in the Haunted site stories. These
new Devil Baby dolls are full-size, exact
replicas of the turn of the century dolls
produced in old New Orleans, and, like their
predecessors, there is something not quite
right about them.
The handmade, sculpted dolls seem to have
taken on a life of their own. Their eyes
seem to follow you as you are moving about
the room near them, and when they are gathered
together there is sometimes the sound of
whispering and rustling among them. Since
the dolls were constructed with no real
magical intent, the fact that they seemed
to be animated by some otherworldly agent
made Pustanio curious to see what would
happen if he separated them.
Even though no one likes having the Devil
Baby dolls around, Pustanio was able to
convince a few of his friends to each take
one of the dolls for safe keeping. It wasn’t
long before Pustanio’s friends began
to complain about having the dolls and all
were anxious to return them. Evidently,
even separated there is something devilish
about the Devil Baby dolls.
One person claimed that the Devil Baby
doll he was keeping moved on its own when
no one was there. It was housed in a spare
bedroom closet and each day when the unwary
keeper returned from work, the closet door
would be ajar and the Devil Baby would be
lying halfway out, sprawled on the carpet.
Another of Pustanio’s Devil Baby
dolls apparently “got loose”
at night in the home of a couple who was
keeping it, overturning ashtrays and littering
the kitchen floor with beads from a bead-making
craft kit nearby. The couple had no pets
and no children; there was no other explanation
for the strange occurrences.
A third Devil Baby doll was placed with
famous psychic Reese at his new home in
Lakeview in the days before Hurricane Katrina.
Reese, a collector of rare dolls, immediately
disliked the Devil Baby but reluctantly
agreed to keep it. In the two weeks he had
it he was continuously awoken in the night
by the sound of a baby crying. By the end
of the second week of the doll being in
his home, Hurricane Katrina struck flooding
the house with 7 feet of murky water. When
Reese returned to his devastated property
he was disturbed to find that the Devil
Baby doll was one of the only things missing
from the inside of his home.
Sylvia Cross, a paranormal investigator
who specializes in possessed objects, bought
her Devil Baby doll directly from Pustanio
online. She thought it would be the perfect
addition to her collection of spooky dolls;
little did she know she had purchased the
real thing. In a short time, she observed
changes in the doll’s position from
morning to evening; she reported the sounds
of snuffling and crying coming from near
the baby; and she also related that her
two cats would not go near the doll, refusing
to even be in the same room with it.
“Some objects,” said Cross,
“are just ‘born,’ for
lack of a better word, with a dark soul.
I think the Devil Baby is one of those objects.
If you look into its eyes you can almost
discern the flicker of a trapped, unhappy
soul.” Others believe the glimmer
is put there by the Devil himself and that
he claims every incarnation of the Devil
Baby as his very own.
Cross also purchased a Voodoo Queen doll
from Pustanio and she claims that it is
haunted as well. Pustanio claims that only
his talent and nothing magical or ghostly
went into the creation of his dolls, but
many still believe them to be possessed
by something unexplainable and bizarre.
It is interesting to note that Pustanio’s
previous forays into other forms of art
over the past 15 years, including painting
and sculpture, are rumored to have something
of the supernatural about them.
Besides his online store, Ricardo Pustanio
recently allowed his Devil Baby dolls to
be placed on eBay for auction as an initial
showing from a large collection of New Orleans-inspired
artwork. One Devil Baby doll has already
changed hands on eBay several times; it
seems the old saying “buyer beware”
was never more appropriate!
Asked about the possibility that his artwork
is haunted, Pustanio just shrugs and says,
“I’ve heard about haunted dolls
since I was young. We had several in our
family that came down to us. But I never
thought my dolls would be haunted, too.”
Ricardo Pustanio’s Devil Baby dolls,
haunted or not, are in high demand. Each
is one of a kind and can be made to order
and dressed in baby clothes the purchaser
supplies. Other dolls by Pustanio include
Voodoo Queen dolls, Voodoo Zombie and Lwa
dolls, and Voodoo You dolls made by the
artist to look like any person the buyer
Check into Pustanio’s haunted handiwork
at www.ricardopustanio.com or at www.thehouseofvoodoo.com
where you can also purchase dolls by other
Mandy the Haunted Doll lives at the Quesnel
Museum, which is located on the Old Cariboo
Gold Rush Trail in British Columbia. There
she is just one of over thirty thousand
artifacts on display for the public, but
there is little doubt that she is the most
Mandy was donated to the museum in 1991.
At that time her clothing was dirty, her
body was ripped and her head was full of
cracks. At that time she was estimated to
be over ninety years old. The saying around
the museum is, “She may seem like
an ordinary antique doll, but she is much
more than that.”
The woman who donated Mandy, also called
Mereanda, told the museum curator that she
would wake up in the middle of the night
hearing a baby crying from the basement.
When she investigated, she would find a
window near the doll open where it had previously
been closed and the curtains blowing in
the breeze. The donor later told the curator
that after the doll was given to the museum,
she was no longer disturbed by the sounds
of a baby crying in the night.
Some say Mandy has unusual powers. Many
speculate that the doll has acquired these
powers over the years, but since little
is known of the doll’s history nothing
can be said for certain. What is certain
is the unusual effect she seems to have
on everyone around her.
As soon as Mandy arrived at the museum,
staff and volunteers began to have weird
and unexplainable experiences. Lunches would
disappear from the refrigerator and later
be found tucked away in a drawer; footsteps
were heard when no one was around; pens,
books, photos and many other small items
would go missing – some were never
found and some turned up later. The staff
passed these events off as absent-mindedness,
but this did not account for everything.
Mandy did not have a permanent “home”
inside the museum when she first arrived.
She was placed in the museum entranceway,
facing the public, and visitors would stare
and talk about the doll with the cracked
and broken face and sinister smile. Eventually,
Mandy was moved to another part of the museum
where she was carefully placed alone in
a display case because museum staff had
been told that she should not be placed
with other dolls because she would harm
Since her permanent placement there have
been many stories about encounters with
the haunted doll. One visitor was videotaping
Mandy only to have the camera light go on
and off every 5 seconds. When the visitor’s
camera was turned on another exhibit, it
functioned just fine. (It is interesting
to note that the same thing often happens
when visitors try to photograph Robert the
Doll in his Key West museum home.)
Some visitors are very disturbed by the
doll’s eyes, which they say appear
to follow them around the room. Others claim
to have seen the doll actually blink, and
still others say they have seen the doll
in one position and minutes later she will
appear to have moved.
Although they’re used to it by now,
museum staff and volunteers still prefer
not to be the last one working or locking
up the museum at the end of the day.
For more on Mandy and the Quesnel Museum
follow this link.
TOYBOX: FEAR OF FURBY AND A HAUNTED TEDDY
BEAR – TWO REAL-LIFE STORIES
What were they thinking when they came up
with Furbies? After the “Gremlin”
movies of the 1980’s, didn’t
they learn anything? No, Gizmo was NOT cute
and his extended family was far from CUDDLY.
The sensation of the Furbies really hit
stride in the early 1990’s and it
seemed like everyone, girl, boy, even mom
and dad, wanted to get their hands on the
freaky little fur balls.
As a devoted parent who completely loathed
them, I did all I could to prevent my child
from getting one. But unfortunately, a birthday
came around and one of the little monsters
snuck through my defenses.
It was instant hate tinged with not a little
fear. For instance, how did the things know
they were hungry when they woke up? How
did they talk and interact with other Furbies?
What was this spell they cast on kids large
Thankfully, the Furby shine wore off fairly
quickly with my daughter and soon she had
moved on to Pokeman and Rugrats toys. The
first opportunity I had, I removed the batteries
from the offensive little creature and stashed
it in the back of the closet.
Unfortunately, the golden age of Furby love
was still going strong with some of my daughter’s
friends and it was my encounter with one
of their little nightmares that swore me
off the hairy beasts forever.
This particular booger belonged to the mother
of my daughter’s best friend, and
on one visit to their home the all white
Furby was produced to “oohs and aahs”
from the kinds and a dry, gulping sound
from me. Immediately the monstrosity came
to life (I was told it was “napping”)
and began to declare that it was hungry.
I don’t know how she did it, but one
of the girls convinced me to put my hand
in the thing’s beak, all the while
telling them how I hated the toys.
To my astonishment the toy refused my finger,
first “spitting” it out, and
then chomping down on it. When I pulled
my finger away the little bugger flapped
his wings and said, in perfect English,
looking right at me, “Me no like YOU!”
To say we cut the visit short is an understatement.
When I returned home I dug my daughter’s
Furby out of the closet, taped it in a box,
and put the box in the attic. As far as
I know, it is still there. I personally
don’t have the guts to check!
* * * * *
I used to love going to yard sales. One
particular summer it seemed like there were
at least five or six every Saturday and
my sister-in-law would drag our kids around
digging through other people’s unwanted
things hoping to find treasures.
On one such trip I found a darling little
black teddy bear. It was old, obviously,
because it was well worn. It was made of
chenille and had black buttons for eyes.
When I picked it up I was surprised to find
that it was a “beanie” or was
at least filled with the same material as
the popular stuffed collectibles.
I turned to the woman running the sale and
said, “You can’t be selling
this?” To which she replied, “Oh,
yes, he’s for sale. He used to be
my son’s, but I had him for years.
He’s very old, probably early 1900’s.”
Looking over the bear, I could believe it,
and I paid the ungodly price of $3 for this
little bit of history.
When I got it home, I cleaned it up a little
and sat it on my bed among some other stuffed
animals I had there. Later, I went back
to my room to take a short nap. I pushed
the animals aside, though the little black
bear was close to my arm and at some point
I must have put my hand on it.
I guess I dozed off quickly because when
I woke up it was getting dark outside and
I felt as if someone were tugging at me
to wake up. Out of the corner of my eye
I could see the little black bear moving.
It looked as if someone was tugging it,
but there was NO ONE in the room with me.
Unseen hands were pulling the bear away
from me. Instinctively, I grasped the bear
and held it tightly, still amazed to find
that something was tugging against me.
I sat up and put the table lamp on. The
bear fell to the floor – I might have
knocked it, or my unseen opponent might
have pulled it down. Either way, I was convinced
that if this particular little bear was
going to be in my home, he wasn’t
going to sit on my bed!
Perhaps the ghost of a previous owner hadn’t
liked that the bear was sold in a yard sale?
Who knows? I just know, if anyone from the
“other side” misses it, they
can visit it in my china closet from now
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