Horror Stories

Voodoo Doll

I was browsing the internet one day for a doll. Not for any doll, for a voodoo doll. I have always been interested in them, and wanted to see for myself if they actually works. After about an hour of searching, I finally found one on Ebay for a decent price. The doll was a standard voodoo doll. I ordered it, thinking it was a steal for the price. 

About 2 weeks later the doll finally arrived. I wasn't planning on sticking pins in any places that would kill whoever the person was that was linked to it. I started playing around with it. I stuck a pin into the arm of the doll and I could've sworn I saw it twitch like it was trying to ignore the pain caused by the needle. I shrugged it off probably thinking it was caused by me pushing the pin into it. I almost immediately took the pin out because I didn't want to cause the person that was linked to the doll too much harm.

I saw some black liquid start coming out of the doll. 'Strange' I thought. I thought these things were supposed to be filled with beans or rice, not whatever this liquid was. I wiped the liquid off of the doll and put it in the corner. After that I went to bed and tried not to think about the liquid that had come out of the doll earlier.

I eventually got to sleep, still wanting to know what and why this doll gave me such a bad feeling. I woke up to the sound of faint crying coming from my living room. Why was there crying? I felt very uneasy but I tried to debunk it nonetheless. Maybe it was somebody that was outside, and it just sounded like it was coming from my living room? I tried to go back to sleep, but I just couldn't. My mind was racing with questions.

I knew that voodoo dolls were bad but, could they curse you? I wanted to go check it out. I lived alone anyways. I switched my light on and went out into the living room with a metal bat that I have beside my bed. I tried to be as quiet as possible but, my house was old and had some creaky boards in it. 

I stepped on a few and each time I did I swear I froze for about 5 minutes to make sure I was safe. When I finally made it out to my living room, after 30 minutes of trying to make it past the hallway of creakyness. I hurried over to the lights and turned them on only to see that nobody was there. The only thing that wasn't there was the voodoo doll. Where had it gone? I started to panic. Frantically looking around for it, I managed to destroy half of my house, but to no avail, it was gone.  I then heard scratching behind me. I hurriedly turned around to be greeted with yet again, nothing. 

Was I going crazy? I was hearing crying and scratching and believed I had bought a voodoo doll! I must be going crazy. I tidied up my house a little and then went back to bed. As I was about to fall asleep, I heard that scratching again. I threw my covers off and figured it was just my cat, so I went to my door and opened it to find that, that damned voodoo doll was sitting in front of my door.

I slammed it shut and turned around. My cat was curled up on my bed sound asleep. I locked my door and got back in bed. I ignored the scratching and finally got to sleep. I wanted more that anything to go return that damned doll but, the person selling the doll had clearly stated no refunds. I had no choice but to destroy the doll or re-sell it. 

I decided to re-sell it. When I woke up the next morning, it wasn't to scratching but to blood-curdling screams outside of my door. I jumped out of bed and checked to see that my door was thankfully locked. I looked through the keyhole and to my surprise I saw that the doll had, for once, nothing to do with it. I looked out of my window and saw that there was a woman with a knife stuck in her back, crawling up to my window, screaming her head off.

I did what any normal person would do and called the cops. After they arrived, they couldn't find any trace of footprints, fingerprints, a murder weapon, or even an identification of the guy that had stabbed her. Even I hadn'tve seen what happened. I tried to calm myself down, even though somebody had almost been murdered right outside of my house. Then I remembered, that voodoo doll. I paced around my living room for a while, thinking if that could be a possibility. Suddenly I felt a shooting sensation in my back. A strange person whispered the words 'Does it hurt?' then I blacked out. How had somebody snuck into my house while there were police surrounding it?

I woke up in the hospital what I had assumed the next day. I'm writing this from my hospital bed, worried that it will come back. A lesson for everyone reading this, don't buy voodoo dolls, or any cursed items for that matter. For they might actually have the power to kill, or seriously hurt someone, which is exactly what had happened to me. I will never ever buy a cursed item after what I witnessed it could do to you. Please, reader, listen to my advice, for it might save your life one day.

A/N

Hey guys, I actually don't know if anyone is actually reading these.. I hope people are though because it is not easy thinking up horror stories, and then telling them on the internet. I just hope these will scare a few people. Just writing these, I'm giving myself slight goosebumps. Just, that piece of advice at the end was an actual piece of advice, please, don't buy cursed items.. They might actually hurt you, I know people who have actually had a run in with an actual demon, and I know that it can happen. But! I don't want to be getting serious because this authors not is supposed to kind've be a comic relief after like... 4? yeah, I think 4 horror stories, so, if this made you laugh, yay! I'm funny! Well, I'll see you guys in the next chapter, byyyyeee!!