Another day, another story!
(Demons and Dolls PART 2 - please scroll down and read Part One below)
Now a few years later Aunt ate felt that her time was growing short on this Earth and wanted to give away some of her little things. She pulls out this little doll, no wait, she pulls out a little clown doll. I swear. And says, "I want you to give this to Kayla," my little niece. Umhum. Niece is my sister's child. And, sister is not no way not happening going to let that little Chuckie thing into the house. No way.
"River, I see that look on your face and you better do what I'm telling you and give this doll to your sister to give the baby you hear me."
"ANd you better promise me you going to give it to her. You promise me?"
"Ugh, aunt Kate, I don't really think that she's gonna want . . .
"What's a matter with that doll? Nothing's the matter with it. I'll tell you what. It's a collectors item. Now you better promise me that you'll give it to her when you get home."
I lock the doll in the trunk and head for Nashville driving kinda quick. Just as soon as I get home I tell Sister that Aunt Kate sent her something very special.
Ughuh. She sent you something special and made me promise to give it to you so you need to come by here and get it with a quickness."
Sister comes by on her way home. She has to hurry and that's not a problem for me. The thing is still in the trunk. She stands by her car waiting as I pull the little thing out of the trunk of my car and start toward her. She begins to back away. Like a whirlwind caught in a hurricane. There's a dust trail wafting in her wake.
I give her just enough time to get home and call. "Okay, where'd you put him?"
"Ha. You think that little demon from hell is getting in my house? Oh, hell no. I tossed that thing out the window going eighty miles an hour and then kept swerving so he couldn't pull up and get my tag number and follow me home."
If some creepy little doll jumps up along that stretch of 100 outside Nashville I'm so sorry but there are some things me and sister don't tolerate. Demon dolls is one of them.
(A version of this story first appeared in The Deep, Down, Dirty South: A Southern Girl Recollects.)
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