Scary Stories by Spooky Boo
Welcome to Scary Story Time with Spooky Boo. In tonight’s episode, we find the owner of Sandcastle’s Cravings Thrift Store has picked up an old doll that is just as haunted as any other item he sells. His girlfriend, who believes she is just having a bad trip, realizes the doll she has found in the hall isn’t just the old ratty toy from years ago. It’s evil and has an obsession for violence and blood.
Enjoy on Apple Podcasts | Spotify | Patreon
Now let’s begin.
Doll in the Hall
~~ 1 ~~
It wasn’t long before the Cravings Thrift Store’s online version took off. Pete Downs was really proud of his accomplishments in the old store. He began running the second-hand shop in the late 90s, right when the world wide web began its hold on the nation. Back then it was just pages and pages of alphabetical items with pictures. People had to call in their orders and then send a check to the business where Pete would cash it and then send the item through the mail or UPS. Boy, had times changed. Now all they have to do is visit the website www.cravingsthrifstore.com and search the little database of items he collected and then add them to a shopping cart then pay with a credit card.
He wasn’t alone in his endeavor though. Vicki Berg was the design genius of the whole website venture. Pete didn’t have a technical bone in his body. His cell phone was still an old flip phone from the 90s that somehow kept ticking like an old watch. He also still used an old computer with more miles on it than a ’56 Ford pickup. He thought that maybe one day he could upgrade, but every year he put it off. He was probably one of the richest men in Sandcastle but still lived like the citizens in the 1930s did. He still owned his parents’ little shack off of the northern part of Highway 1 close to the mouth of the Russian River. The small house was nothing more than 2 tiny bedrooms, a hallway, and a kitchen with a dining room in one. The place even had an outhouse detached from the little shack. The city had been on him for years to connect to the main sewage system, but there was no way “Old Prude Pete” was going to give up his private septic system just to build pipes out to his house so the city could take advantage of his money. Not a chance in hell.
“Pete, when are you going to upgrade to a new house?” Vicki propped her feet on the old desk in the corner of the dining room. Pete owned the small house free and clear and it was probably worth millions by now along with an old warehouse where he stored most of his junk, and the building where his shop was located in town. Where he got his business sense nobody knew. He flunked out of school and didn’t go to college. His dad inherited the place from his grandfather who was a miner. Other than a lot of elbow grease put into work, the family didn’t even own a car until Pete bought his old truck to haul other people’s garbage to clean up and sell online.
“You’ve been at me about this for years, Vicki and I’m not sellin’,” he gave her one of his stern looks that he knew made her nervous.
“You’re worth so much money though, Pete. Come on. We could make out like bandits!”
“Who says I’d give you shit?” he pulled her up by her hand and embraced her scrawny body. The only two things the woman had going for her was the rack he bought her and a gorgeous plume of thick blonde hair on top of her head and down below. Her figure might have been scrawny and her face a little damaged from drug use, but her body didn’t quit and he liked that. He could bang that ratchet all night as long as he gave her what she wanted. There weren’t many women in town who would touch a guy like him and he knew it all too well. No matter how much money he accumulated, he would always be either Old Prude Pete or Pinky Peter, depending on which woman you asked and there are some things money can’t change.
“Mmm baby I know you would. You ain’t got no one else to give it to and ain’t no one else gonna give you what I have.” Vicki pressed her body up next to him.
“Hold that thought, sweetie.” he leaned in to kiss her as he held her close. For a second she backed away and then allowed him to put his lips on hers. “I’ll be back later. I’ve got a load to pick up from the dump. Bruce is over there picking out valuables for me.”
“You’re still paying that old coot to grab your shit?”
“Yeah, that old coot has saved me millions. So what if he was some football star in high school! The loser ain’t nuthin now. He saved me many times from his asshole buddies back in the 80s. He deserves it.” Pete slapped her in the ass and walked out the door. “Be ready for me when I get home baby,” he yelled as he climbed into his old pickup and drove off down his dirt road.
~~ 2 ~~
“Be ready for you my ass!” Vicki sprayed some oral rinse spray into her mouth and on her tongue. She thought about that awful mouth she just kissed with just two teeth left rotting on the bottom and the whole front row of upper teeth missing. He called it his gum sucker, whatever the hell that meant. She really didn’t want to know. It was gross enough just having to deal with his inadequacies than to have to worry about how he was going to kiss her, or God forbid French kiss her and expect her to do it in return!
“Yuck,” she sighed and grabbed the rock candy he left for her on the table. Predictable. It was the only way that he was going to get laid and he knew it. That is why he gave her so much crystal. She grabbed the baggie and cradled it in her hand before starting toward the bedroom. Before she could get there she noticed this old creepy doll sitting on the hall floor next to the door.
“Well, what the hell do we have here?” Vicki bent over to pick up the doll. It was ice cold to the touch which seemed really odd considering Pete kept the house over 80 degrees in the Fall. She studied the white face and matted hair. The doll was old and cracked but the perfect fit for his house of junk. Everything in this old shack was garbage that for some reason attracted people of all kinds. Why someone would want such a ratty old doll with knotted hair and small cracks in the porcelain was beyond her comprehension. Vicki wanted new material that cost money and looked good on her.
She dropped the ratty doll to the floor and stepped into the bedroom. Sitting on the dresser she took out the plastic baggie Pete left for her to smoke. As she pulled out the small glass pipe from her purse she looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t too long ago that she started this habit. Just a month or two ago she was only smoking pot, cigarettes, and drinking booze but that eventually grew stale as she wanted something to pick her up, not bring her down like alcohol often did. It also made her incredibly excited. When Pete gave her the first hit, she was hooked. She knew he liked it because she got wild and it truly was the only way she would let that creeper touch her. Normally she wouldn’t even bother, but he was interested and he was very rich.
With a big sigh, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to inhale the fumes that had taken her youthful skin and bountiful hair away. Every day she found more and more hair in her brush as it seemed to come out in clumps now. If she didn’t smoke meth she would have considered her age, but 35 is much too young to be losing so much hair. She often reasoned with herself that when everything Pete owned was hers she could go through therapy and once again become the beautiful princess she was in her twenties.
“Who are you kidding?” a voice cackled from the hallway.
“Hello?” Vicki stood up so fast the glass pipe fell out of her hand and shattered on the floor. For a moment she thought she heard her mother in her all too familiar condescending voice. You need to lose 5 pounds, Victoria! Don’t eat that donut, you’re fat enough already. You’re going to get zits then no boys are going to want you. The same tunes echoed in her head as the drugs began to do their dirty work. They either made her very excited and increased her libido or brought her down more than any drink ever could. Either way, it felt good to her to be so far away from reality.
“You’ll never go back to that beauty queen. Your time is up, sweetie.” the voice whispered from the hall.
“Mom?” she walked over the glass, shards stabbing her in the feet. Her high took away the pain, but not the streaks of blood on the floor. She didn’t care about the stains, Pete would clean it up for her like he did everything else. Vicki looked right and left down the hallway. Darkness consumed both directions as it was now past 8 PM and in October the sun sets around 7.
“Shit, I’m losing it,” she said as she looked down at her bleeding feet. Sinking to the floor, she let the high take over her as the euphoria kicked in.
“I never thought I’d raise a junkie. What the hell is wrong with you?” the voice continued in the darkness.
Unable to stand, Vicki crawled out on all fours into the hallway. Not finding her mother, she instead found the creepy doll staring at her. This time, however, it was directly across from her and no longer in the corner by the bedroom door. Vicki tapped the doll with the palm of her hand just enough to tip it over. “How did you get over here, you creepy little thing?”
She turned and looked at the mess she made on the floor and sighed. With one hand she shoved all of the glass flying toward the bathtub and laid back on the floor.
“You know, little creepy doll, why would Pete want a junkie like me? He could have anyone he wanted, why me?”
“Are you that dumb? He’s had a crush on you since high school. You don’t remember four-eyed Pete? You used to laugh at him in algebra with your friends.”
Vicki immediately sat up, remembering back some 15 years before in high school. She thought about the boy who sat in front of her in class. The one who became the butt of everyone’s jokes. From spit wads to kick me notes on his back the torment never ended. “Oh shit,” she mumbled.
“It’s revenge, Vicki. Nothing else but revenge. He’s going to use you up and turn you into nothing but a boney mess laying down in some ditch somewhere. Payback for being such a bitch. Who could blame old Pinky Petey? From getting teased in the showers to you girls tormenting him with your laughter it’s no wonder he wants to see you dead.”
Vicki looked at the doll. Its little pouty mouth turned into a ghastly smile with sharp teeth. The once sleepy eyes were now round saucers of red veins and big, black irises. The smile grew bigger, wider. It looked big enough to swallow her whole head in one bite. The little fingernails that were once the same color of the rubber hands were now long with sharp, pointed ends. It tapped its nails on the floor waiting for an answer.
“What are you?” Vicki crawled closer to the doll. She tried to touch the little red bow etched into the front of its dress but the creature grabbed her finger and twisted with incredible force.
“You friggin’ junkie, what do you think I am? I’m a doll! Your trip must be bigger than I thought.”
Using the door frame to help her up and gain her balance, Vicki stood and flicked on the hallway light. When she looked down, the doll was gone. Following a thumping noise, she walked down the hallway toward the bedroom. There, sitting on the bed, was the doll. The evil teeth and fingernails were gone and the sweet smile with the sleepy eyes returned to the antique.
“I’ve got to stop taking these drugs.” Vicki laughed as she fell down to the bed and passed out.
~~ 3 ~~
It wasn’t long before Vicki realized there something dragging her by her hair outside and into the toolshed. She tried to move her arms so she could grab on to one of the small tree trunks Pete had planted for a new orchard around his house but her hands were tied. The sharp rocks and stickers underneath her back made her skin burn as her body raked across the dirt path. She tried to look at the person who was pulling her across the field, but whoever it was was so short she couldn’t see the top of the head until it stopped in front of the door to the tool shed. She managed to look up when she noticed the doll jumping to open the door. It latched on with its mouth and kicked against the wall, flinging the door open.
Unable to scream because of one of Pete’s old socks stuffed in her mouth, she tried pushing the sock out with her tongue. As close as she was to vomiting due to the putrid smell and taste of the crunchy 5-day old worn sock pushed between her lips, she managed to expel the cloth with a big shove from her tongue. When she did, not even the Sandman could keep people asleep from the piercing scream that blew from her lips.
The doll pulled Vicki into the shed and slammed the door shut before shoving the crusty old sock back into her mouth.
“No, no, no…” the wicked doll taunted and wagged its finger at her. With neon green ratchet tie-down straps the doll hoisted Vicki’s body up on to the saw bench and strapped her down. It plugged in the table saw and Vicki watched the large blade begin to spin on the left side of her neck. The doll smiled as the saw came closer to Vicki chopping off chunks of her blonde hair. The moment it came close to neck, the doll pulled the plug and picked up the saw. Vicki screamed as the doll placed it on the guide next to her waist.
“There’s more blood this way,” it giggled and jumped off the table to plug the cable back in.
Vicki tried hard to rub the rope holding her hands together against the saw blade. While slicing into the pad of her index finger, the blade tipped the frazzled rope just enough for it to break off and pop off of her wrists. She flipped the green straps off of her body and jumped off the table as the saw started up again. When the doll approached, Vicki grabbed it and began wrapping the doll in the straps as its fingers clawed and teeth gnashed at her arms.
With her arms bloodied and bruised, Vicki was able to wrap the green strap around the doll from head to toe like a neon mummy. It screeched from underneath the tie as Vicki’s maniacal laughter filled the shed. Grabbing on to the table saw, she pushed until the blade began coursing through the ratchet strap and then into the plastic of the doll’s arm. It screeched so loud from under the straps the windows shook. Blood began pouring from the arm of the doll and as the saw continued its way through the midsection Vicki noticed the doll had chewed through the strap over its mouth.
“I just wanted to play!” it cried out before the saw severed it in two.
~~ 4 ~~
The one-time beauty queen started a fire in the old wood stove outside of the shack and piece by piece put the parts of the doll into the fire. She could see the plumes of black smoke escaping from the brick chimney above her head. Off in the distance, she noticed Pete’s old truck rumbling up the driveway. The smoke worked its way to the old beat run and into the bed of the truck. Curious, Vicki went straight to the truck bed, avoiding Pete all together.
“Hey baby, I’ve got some fun for us!” he grabbed a cheap bottle of pink champagne from the drug store bag and then grabbed large black lawn bag filled with junk from the back. The black smoke followed the bag and eventually disappeared as they went inside the house. “Get the flutes from the garbage bag,” Pete demanded with a smile. “Bruce found these perfectly good crystal champagne glasses in the garbage of all places,”
Vicki opened the bag and a waft of black smoke puffed up for a moment then disappeared. As she searched for the glasses and removed a few pieces of clothes she put her hand on something made out of hard plastic. “Oh no,” she mumbled as she pulled the doll out of the bag. It was the male counterpart to the female doll she had just chopped up and burnt to death and boy did he look angry!
Thank you for listening. If you enjoyed the story, please make a comment on iTunes or the website and share with your friends! Be sure to check out the website at www.scarystorytime.com for more information on my Patreon page. If you want to chat, visit my friends and me on Saturday nights at 10 PM when we watch Creature Features on YouTube. Be sure to subscribe to get notifications on upcoming shows. You can also join the facebook group Scary Stories, Creepypasta, and Other Bits of Horror to join in on the fun.
If you love punk rock music, be sure to check out the band Stay Out on iTunes and Spotify. I just love their music.
That’s all for tonight. I’ll see you in your nightmares.
