
(At Night by Erin Nicole)
“There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.”
The Thing on the Doorstep (H.P. Lovecraft)

(At Night by Erin Nicole)
“There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.”
The Thing on the Doorstep (H.P. Lovecraft)

by Erin Nicole
Everyone’s getting ready for Halloween!
These two dolls are named Jake and Max. My mom found them for sell at a garage sale, back when I was very little. Jake had shoes. Max did not.
My mom paid a little over ten dollars for both of them. After she left them to me, I discovered they are both worth much more. I don’t think I could ever sell them, though. They were mom’s favorite dolls and I’ll always give them a home.
A friend of mine once looked at Jake and said, “Burn it! Burn it with fire!” How could anyone find Jake or Max to be creepy?
They’re as innocent as can be.
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Don’t worry about these dolls. They are totally at home. You should see the other walls and shelves.
They live in a little building in the back yard, just a small percentage of mom’s doll collection. Some of our friends refuse to go in the doll house. They say that can’t handle being alone with the dolls for too long. The dolls wouldn’t hurt a soul.
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I don’t know why some people think that dolls are creepy. These dolls, which were originally from my mother’s collection, have been sitting on the dining room curio cabinet for years and I’ve never seen them move once.
Except for the one with the blonde curls and the black dress.
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Our mom was a doll collector. Especially after she got divorced, she would spend her weekends hitting the estate sales and the thrift stores and searching for dolls. Eventually, she owned over a thousand dolls, many of which were very valuable.
I don’t know if this doll was valuable but I know it used to scare crap out of me whenever I would wake up to get a drink of water in the middle of the night and I would see it sitting in the kitchen. I think I was 13 when my mom found this doll and, even as she was buying it, I said, “Mom, that doll’s scary!”
No, my mom told me, this doll was beautiful.
Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder. All I know is that I always gave it the side eye whenever I was in the same room. I’m not superstitious. I know the doll wasn’t possessed but sometimes, it’s arms would be in a different position than they were the last time I had seen it and I would wonder why. Was the doll haunted? Or was my little sister just playing a trick on me?
A few years ago, I joined my sisters in going through mom’s doll collection. Mom not only kept the dolls in perfect shape but she also kept detailed records of where she had bought each doll, how old each doll was, and how much they were selling for on Ebay. When Lisa came across this doll, she announced that we were taking it home with us.
“No, we definitely are not,” I replied.
Lisa nodded and then said she wouldn’t bring the doll into our house. I made her promise. I should have noticed she had her hands behind her back when she did.
The next morning, I woke up and I walked into the kitchen and I screamed at the sight of that doll sitting at the kitchen table.
The doll is still in our house. It sits in one of the dining room chairs and it greets anyone who visits. As the years have passed, I’ve actually come to appreciate seeing the doll sitting there every day. It’s a link to my mom. Now, when I look at the doll, I think about how much my mom loved collecting and how happy she would be that her daughters have continued to take care of her collection. I collect cameras and baseball memorabilia. Lisa collects political campaign buttons and books. My mom collected haunted dolls. It’s a family tradition.
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