Scary Stories and Games

Story- Clown Doll

Title: clown doll or three fingers.

Best to tell: at home

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*this story may be a bit disturbing... Hehe. 0.0*

There once was a seven year old girl who was obsessed with collecting dolls. She would buy any doll she got her hands on and would put it up on a shelf in her room.

One day her parents came to her and told her that if she got better grades then she could get a new doll. She was so exited she was able to get straight A's by the end of the year.

So a few days later the girl and her mother went looking around town for a new doll.

Once they passed a toy store the little girl tugged on her mothers sleeve so they could go in.

Inside where hundreds of toys ranging from big to small, complex to simple, but the girl skipped all of them and went to the back of the store where there were shelves of dolls. The girl was so overwhelmed she didn't know which one to pick.

She looked around some more and noticed that there was one in a different section than the others.

She walked towards it to see it was a clown doll.

It had red curly hair, glowing orange eyes and a twisted smile with long sharp teeth. One hand was clenched in a fist while the other was holding up three fingers.

The girl had never seen a doll quite like that one, and called her mother over.

"Mother, I want that one." She said happily as she pointed to the strange doll.

"Are you sure hon, that ones so creepy and ugly. Don't you want a prettier doll?" She asked, glancing at the clowns gnarled face.

"No, I want that one." The girl replied hastily.

"Well... Alright then." The mother said as she tenderly picked up the doll.

When they got to the front counter the cashier's eyes widened as they brought the doll over.

"We would like this one please." The mother said simply and took out twenty dollars.

"I'm sorry ma'am, this doll in not for sale." The cashier said promptly.

The mother looked down at her daughter who had tears in her eyes.

"What about thirty dollars?" The mother pleaded.

"No ma'am, I'm sorry."

"Forty?" She questioned, pulling out another twenty.

The cashier considered it for a second, but then shook his head no.

"One hundred dollars!" The woman blurted out, waving the money in his face.

His eyes widened, and a look of dread washed over him, but he snatched the money out of her hand greedily and let out a sigh.

The woman gave the clown to her daughter and she smiled brightly, proud of her new doll. She hugged it close as they walked out of the store.

"Oh, and ma'am, please don't leave that doll alone with your daughter!" The cashier yelled after them. But they didn't pay him much notice as they exited the building.

When they got home the girl immediately went into the living room and played with the doll for the rest of the night. Most of the time she was wondering why he was holding up three fingers and made up back stories for it.

When night came the little girl put the doll up on her shelf and went to sleep.

The next morning the mother had finished making breakfast when she called up to her daughter, but no response.

She called again two more times, no answer. Finally after getting quite annoyed that her daughter was still asleep, she walked up into her room and screamed at a horrific sight.

Laying on the ground in a pool of blood was her daughter.

Her eyes had been poked out and she had knife through her back.

The mother shrieked in horror as tears streamed down her face, she didn't believe what she saw was real at all.

Sitting next to her was the clown doll, a smile etched on his face.

But this time...

Holding up four fingers.

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Okay, wow.

This story is really sad and kinda disturbing. The ending was pretty obvious and I have already posted a story similar but wow.

This is just.... No.

(You guys might ask why I would even put something like this in the book, but it counts as a scary story so...

Yeah.)