Grigory Borzenko "The world of mysterious, amazing and scary stories Issue five Cursed doll

Grigory Borzenko
"The world of mysterious, amazing and scary stories
Issue five
Cursed doll

Episode one
One day in 1922 in the American city of Key West, located in the state of Florida, turned out to be surprisingly cloudy and stormy. The strong gusts of wind were so violent that it literally dispersed almost all the pedestrians on the streets of the town. They were less crowded than ever. Only rare passersby hurried, bundled up against the weather, to go about their business.
Puppet master Charles Wincox, sitting in his workshop, plunged headlong into his usual work, realizing that today it was unlikely that anyone would disturb him. The bell hanging above the front door remained stubbornly silent. It was already getting close to evening, but the whole day it never rang. That is why the master, in order not to waste time, focused entirely on making the doll that had been ordered earlier. Of course, he, like everyone involved in a craft related to customer service, wanted there to be no end to new customers. It is clear that this brings both the desired work and an even more expected and pleasant monetary payment for this work. But, since it so happened that the bad weather dispersed all the clients, forcing them to sit at home, then you can completely, without distraction, plunge into work on the previous order. It doesn’t matter, in any case, sooner or later, it needs to be done.
It was at this time that the front door creaked, a melodic chime was heard, and for a meek moment a piece of bad weather burst into the workshop.
Wanting to quickly protect herself and the owner of the workshop from the discomfort prevailing on the street, the guest, a middle-aged woman, hastily closed the door behind her. Silence, calm and comfort reigned in the workshop again.
“Excuse me...” the guest addressed in a timid voice. – Are you Charles Wincox?! Puppet master?
The face of the owner of the small room broke into a good-natured smile.
- Well... Judging by the fact that I have a doll in my hands that I am working on creating, then, apparently, it is so.
The already modest woman became even more embarrassed.
“Please forgive me, Mr. Wincox...” Her voice sounded guilty. - I saw that you were working on the doll, I guess that you are the master who eats... But I decided to ask again to be sure... I have such great sadness in my soul that I honestly don’t think about anything else but my misfortune...
- You will forgive me, for God's sake, for my discourtesy. – The master tried to correct his mistake. – I was carried away by my thoughts, so I answered like that... Forgive me! I'm hearing you!
The lady took out a handkerchief and dabbed the corners of her eyes. They were sad and wet.
- I'm the mother of little Rosie McKean. My daughter suffers from anemia... She often gets sick... Doctors say that they are unable to help her...
It is not difficult to guess that one phrase was enough for the gray-haired man to feel compassion for his new acquaintance. It is clear that what she just said cannot fail to touch the soul of any person.
“Please accept my words of support, madam...” the master said in a sympathetic voice. - This is, of course, sad...
“That’s why I came to you, Mr. Wincox, to get this support from you.” And not only in words, for which I sincerely thank you, but also in deeds. I've heard a lot about you. About your golden hands that can work miracles! I have heard many times that you are famous for the fact that the dolls you made with your own hands scared away the spirit of death! That if a sick child holds such a toy in his hands, he can live a little longer. Please, Mr. Wincox! Be merciful! Make my baby a doll like this! Extend her miserable life at least a little more! Give my husband and I the happiness of admiring our little blood for at least a little while longer! I beg you! Do it!
- When asking for something like this, you shouldn’t beg. – The master shook his head sympathetically. “I, of course, cannot refuse you in such a matter.” You need to have a heart of stone to refuse such a request. Of course, I will make a doll for your girl. For Rosie.
When Mrs. McKean left the workshop after some time, her eyes shone with a completely different light. As if the conversation just wasn't about making a doll that would prolong her daughter's life just for a little while. The tormented woman’s mood was so elevated that it seemed as if she had left the doctor’s office, who promised that he would certainly get her daughter back on her feet! What will finally drive away a disease that has mistakenly become incurable! That your daughter will certainly get better and will be healthy, cheerful and mischievous from now on! And he will live in happiness and harmony until old age...

Episode two
There is probably no sadder room in the world than the room in which the morgue is located...
No one in the world needs to explain what and who is there...
Even if someone had to go there in order to identify the murdered person, or for some other reason, he tried to do his job and get away as quickly as possible. After all, arriving surrounded by dead and cold bodies is unpleasant for anyone.
Yes, those who died during their lifetime were glorious people, yes, they and their memory can be treated with respect and reverence. However, whatever one may say, an aura of something sad, tragic and mystical, one way or another, hovers like an invisible shadow in this room.
It was in this environment that puppet master Charles Wincox sometimes worked. As a member of the occult Order of the Golden Dawn, he was calm about what other people would find hostile. Charles was proud to be part of the order founded at the beginning of the century by Aleister Crowley. How proud he is! After all, this sect included such famous people as Bram Stoker, Howard Lovecraft, Ron Haggard!
But we’re not talking about them now. The master knew why his dolls were so popular and liked by everyone. Because they were very realistic! They were very similar to real people! Or rather, children. Everyone was amazed at the genius of the master. But no one knew what the secret of such similarity was.
You and I will be the only ones who know about this. Now we will secretly follow Charles. We'll see where he goes and what he does.
So, let's watch. It's midnight.
The starry sky hung over the building of the St. Augustine Orphanage...
There is silence, darkness, solitude all around...
This is exactly what the master needed. He didn't want anyone to see what he was about to do.
Charles has been here before, he knows where and what is located.
He also knew that one of the girls from this orphanage had died here the day before...
The hero of our story knew where the dead were left overnight. It was not difficult to go into this small room, located slightly to the side of the main buildings, and even at midnight, and at the same time not catch the eye of anyone.
But still, Charles tried to take all precautions. He walked quietly and carefully, slowly, so as not to make unnecessary noise.
The night was starry and moonlit. In the dim rays of these night heavenly bodies, the creeping shadow of the intruder seemed ominous. For a more terrible picture, he still lacked a knife that he could hold in his hand. Then he would certainly look like Jack the Ripper, sneaking towards the house of his next victim. Seeing such a picture, any random witness would definitely begin to tremble in fear.
For complete horror, the eerie and ominous howl of some wild predatory animal was not enough. Then, in general, a chill could run down the spine of someone who saw and heard this.
But, to tell the truth, there was no howling. There was a ringing silence. However, it could be perceived as even more ominous than the howls of animals and the cries of night birds. Sometimes silence is perceived as more terrible than any scream or thunder. This was exactly the case now.
The door creaked and the intruder entered the building.
Although the moonlight made its way through the glass of the small windows, it was clearly not enough to illuminate the room. Perhaps the stranger had already been here and knew about it. That’s why I prudently took a candle with me. Moreover, along with a small candlestick. He slowly lit the candle and looked around in the light of its flame. Seeing the table and who was lying on it, the man immediately hurried there.
Well, I was in a hurry, which is, of course, a strong word. He understood that no one could notice him here, so he behaved more relaxed and free. But still, in his every step, movement, it was celebrated that he behaved almost like a thief. It was clear from everything that he really wanted to hide his presence here. Very.
His ominous, slightly hunched figure in the light of the window openings, bathed in moonlight, looked just as ominous as it had been a minute earlier, when he was just creeping up to the building.
Approaching, he carefully placed the candlestick on the table and froze, looking at the one who was lying covered with a white sheet. He knew who or what was there. He had done this procedure before. His actions, although slow and cautious, were at the same time firm and decisive.
He grabbed the edge of the sheet and slowly moved it to the side.
If there was anyone else in the room now, he would, without a doubt, shudder from the horror of what he saw...
The moon bunny slid across the lifeless face, and it immediately became clear that there was a dead man on the table...
That there is a corpse lying there...
All of us, imagining a dead person, draw in our imagination a terrible old face, similar to Koshchei the Immortal, Baba Yaga, Dracula or another monster.
Now the drama of the situation was given by the fact that in front of the attacker lay not the corpse of some ugly old woman, but the lifeless body of a very beautiful, but not alive, girl...
The longer the stranger peered into her face, the more he sincerely admired her dead, but at the same time, undeniable beauty. All the more dramatic was seen in everything that was happening... Even describing this scene is difficult, and watching it is even more painful.
But we are talking all this about an outside observer, if he were there. But the face of the one who now stood over the corpse and silently looked at it was imperturbable. Not a single muscle moved on his stony face.
He took out a notepad and pencil, paused briefly, took a deep breath and began to draw...
Yes! Exactly! The artist, concentrating on a sheet of notebook, continually looked up from the paper, glanced at the girl’s face, and plunged back into work. He focused his attention on a piece of paper and on the image that he recreated there.
The smartest of you probably already realized that the stranger who snuck into the morgue and plunged into such an unusual activity was none other than puppet master Charles Wincox...
Involuntarily, each of us asked a completely logical question: how is he not afraid to be here, and why is he doing this?
The answer to the first question is quite simple: let's not forget that he was a member of an occult order. What should have frightened an ordinary person, on the contrary, attracted an adherent of the occult! Attracted, enchanted... Whatever you want to call it.
This also answered the second question. If he had simply made dolls while sitting in his closet, then his products would have ended up being simple. And nothing more! Charles's dolls were famous precisely because they were very similar to people! Very! The sinister puppeteer was sure that the secret of the genius of his dolls lay precisely in the fact that he attracted dark forces to their production. Occultism, the spirit of the dead, some personal secret that turned the dolls into ones that everyone admired!
He not only carefully sketched the faces of the dead girls from the St. Augustine Orphanage. He made peculiar death masks. He exalted certain spells over the bodies of the dead, which he then repeated in his workshop when he was working on the image of the doll!
Some, admiring his products, in the heat of emotion used the humorous phrase in their concept: “You, master, are just a demon in puppetry!” Implying, they say, you are a genius at this! They had no idea that to achieve the result, the inconspicuous-looking old man actually used, as we see, demonic powers.
An hour passed, then two...
The artist hid the notebook and pencil in his pocket, covered the body with a sheet, straightened it so that the interference of a stranger would not be noticeable, looked around again, saw that everything was in order, took a candlestick, and headed to the door.
Before leaving, he looked back again.
The moon no longer cast direct rays into the window. But still its reflections and the light of the stars illuminated the white sheet on the table. Soon the one whose cold body was now under this sheet will be buried. And at the same time, marvelous, indescribable beauty...
But in the master’s pocket there was a notebook. Thanks to him, the beautiful image of the girl will not completely disappear into oblivion. He will live in the form of a doll...
Charles blew out the candle, carefully opened the door and stepped into the night...

Episode three
You should have seen how happy little Rosie McKean was when her parents gave her a new doll! It seemed to the girl, gasping with delight, that she had never had such a beautiful doll in her life!
From that moment on, the new toy became her inseparable friend! The girl, as they say, did not let go of her pet! The baby's face shone with such happiness that the emotional parents thought that the doll had performed a miracle! The disease has receded! Forever and finally.
Alas... Reality brought father and mother down to earth...
After receiving the gift, Rosie lived only a few days. But one morning she was found dead...
It seemed that nothing could surprise the inconsolable parents. However, one unusual fact still plunged them into amazement. It turned out that the child’s frozen hands were pressing the doll to his chest with such force that they could not be released. The girl was placed in the coffin along with the toy. And they buried her with her.
It was understood that under a thick layer of earth in the grave, not only the body of Rosie McKean's misfortunes, but also her dolls would disappear forever. Forever…
Alas... Reality this time turned out to be much more surprising and terrible...

Episode four
Time passed, and the pain of loss in the souls of the parents of the deceased girl did not subside. On the contrary, it increased.
Often people, torn inside by a storm of resentment, anger and displeasure, try to find some reason, even the most extravagant one, just to be able to throw out their anger. It is advisable to vent your grievances to another person. At the same time, one can also blame him for all the troubles that exist on this earth. A familiar situation, isn't it? I am sure that more than half of those who are now reading this story, or listening to the audiobook, at least once in their lives, and, most likely, constantly, acted on the principle: the whole world is a mess, all people are scoundrels, I’m the only good one, White and fluffy! So it was, so it is, and so it will always be! If someone starts to object, then this can cause nothing but an ironic grin. Shifting your blame onto someone else, making him a scapegoat, and being indignant at how bad he is is the life credo, the way of life, of most people!
The parents of the deceased girl did approximately the same thing.
They couldn't come up with anything better than accusing the puppet master of poisoning his daughter! They began knocking on all doors, complaining to all authorities, claiming that there was poison hidden in the toy! That it is puppet master Charles Wincox who is responsible for the death of their daughter! Not anemia or any other disease! Namely, poisoning with the poison that the insidious master supplied his doll with!
The demands and complaints of the inconsolable parents were so intrusive and persistent that representatives of the city authorities had no choice but to contact the police. So that they open the grave and conduct an examination...
The matter was so unheard of that on the day of the excavation of the grave, many onlookers gathered at the cemetery. To gawk at this sad and creepy spectacle. It is unknown where they learned about this, but the fact remains a fact. The sad drama that was now about to play out in the churchyard would, of course, repel people with suspicious and vulnerable souls. But there were a lot of onlookers, indifferent and callous at heart.
The day turned out to be cold and windy. Every now and then drops of rain fell from the leaden clouds. The gloomy weather gave an even more dull and joyless look to an already sad spectacle.
Although the police drove the idlers aside, when the coffin was brought to the surface, everyone perked up. Everyone began to crane their necks so as not to miss the most interesting thing. It was as if they had a presentiment that something out of the ordinary was about to happen.
And it really happened!
It was impossible to believe it! Many attended the funeral and saw that the girl was buried with a doll clutched in her hand. Now everyone, the child’s parents, the police, and everyone around saw that the doll was not in the hands of the deceased!!!
Someone screamed, moaned something, someone began to vigorously cross themselves.
“It can’t be…” someone whispered in a voice breaking with excitement. “I remember that the deceased clutched the doll in her hand so tightly that no one could unclench her fingers!” That's how she was buried! With a doll in hand!!!
“And I heard,” another said, his voice breaking with excitement, “that there are cases when the dead after burial come to life in their coffin... Maybe she came to life and let the doll out of her hands... We need to take a better look.” The toy probably lies somewhere in the coffin... Next to the girl’s body... Or under it...
It is not difficult to guess that the police and the parents of the unfortunate woman did just that.
But no matter how long and carefully they all examined everything that was inside the coffin, in the end they could not find the doll...
If at the beginning of this whole story some people were baptized, now everyone was doing it! Everyone understood that they had witnessed something out of the ordinary.
“It couldn’t have happened here without evil spirits...” I heard someone’s creaky voice, breaking with excitement. – The doll must certainly be in the hump! Definitely!
- These are the machinations of Satan! – Someone’s voice hung. - Not otherwise! This is his doing!
- Be silent! “One of the policemen barked at the onlookers. - Stop gossiping! I know what happened! This puppet master, having heard that the police are going to dig up the grave and check whether there was poison on the doll, decides to hide the traces of his crime! Apparently, he dug up the grave the night before and took away the doll. Or rather, material evidence that would incriminate him in court!
The policeman’s guess seemed so plausible to everyone that a ringing silence instantly reigned around. Everyone fell silent, amazed by such a discovery!
“What did I tell you…” the mother of the buried girl squeezed out in a choked voice. “I’ve been trying to prove to everyone for a long time that it was the puppeteer who poisoned my poor baby... He needs to be arrested immediately!” Now! Don't hesitate!
A paradoxical situation has arisen! Almost everyone rushed to Charles Wincox's workshop, now thinking only about him. Forgetting that you need to act in a divine way and send the body of misfortune to where it was just taken from...

Episode five
If someone thinks that the crowd... Or rather, the police, accompanied by the crowd, will now break into the workshop, grab the master under his white hands, drag him to court, and then to prison, where this whole story will finally end, then he, of course, will be wrong. We have all heard about creepy, breathtaking stories about precious stones called cursed. It is the curse that hangs over them that causes these stones to travel an incredibly long, bloody path, strewn with corpses, horrors and darkness.
This fully applies to cursed dolls. They don't stop at one crime either. The series of secrets, mysteries and horrors associated with them can be endlessly long, cruel and bloody.
Our story doesn't end here either. And it’s only gaining momentum!
Mr. Wincox was not in his workshop. The door was locked...
This was strange, since the evening was still far away, and at this time the puppeteer was usually at his workplace.
It is not difficult to guess that the police immediately rushed to his home.
Alas, deep disappointment awaited our pathfinders there too... He wasn’t at home either...
Everyone was alarmed. But there was hope that he might be at a client’s place, or visiting, or away somewhere else.
But when the day passed, the second and the third, and he still did not appear, everyone began to guess that the alarmed attacker tried to hide from the police.
When the master’s absence dragged on for an incredibly long time, everyone realized that he had disappeared forever...
That's when the townspeople began to take as much interest in this man as possible. Learn a lot of unusual and strange things about him. It was then that it was discovered that he was a member of an occult order, that the master made his dolls in the images of dead children from the orphanage of St. Augustine. There was someone who saw Charles one night, sneaking and looking around, secretly making his way into a small house on the outskirts of the territory belonging to the orphanage. At the same time, the narrator added that it was this small building, which had one single room, that was used in the orphanage as a morgue when one of the children died.
This detail, naturally, caused a wave of gossip in the town. It was then that another person was found, a friend of the puppeteer, who, seeing that he had apparently disappeared forever, decided to reveal his secret. He admitted that Charles had once, in a fit of revelation, confessed to him that he made his dolls in the images of dead children from the St. Augustine Orphanage. The next day, Mr. Wincox, who had drunk too much the day before and had drunk too much, tearfully begged his friend not to find out his secret. And don’t tell anyone that in a fit of revelation and intoxicating fumes, he had the imprudence to give free rein to his tongue. The friend promised to fulfill the request, and all these years he kept someone else’s secret. But now, seeing that Wincox has been gone for a long time, and that he is unlikely to appear, he decided to tell the world the terrible and mystical details associated with the amazingly mysterious doll.
At the peak of the excitement around this topic, a new version of everything that was happening appeared. Which amazed everyone even more. Someone suggested that Charles Wincox did not do what everyone is thinking about now. That he did not run away, voluntarily and knowingly, hiding from the police for supplying the toy with poison. That everything happened just the opposite! Neither little Rosie McKean became a victim of a soulless master, but he, Mr. Wincox, himself ended up being a victim of a killer doll! That the damned doll got out of the coffin on its own and got to its creator before the police!
You and I can only imagine with what new force the gossip in the town exploded after this news. Some, with the air of a conspirator, whispered such terrible news in the ears of their acquaintances, while others, with a grimace of fear and horror on their faces, listened with bated breath to the storytellers.
However, why should contemporaries be surprised if even now, after more than a hundred years, the story of the cursed doll, named Baylo-baby, is perhaps the most important attraction of the American town of Key West, in the state of Florida. After all, this is not a writer’s invention, not a figment of his imagination, not a legend, but a real story that actually took place!

Episode six
We all love visiting antique stores. Agree that when you get inside such a room, you seem to be transported body and soul to bygone, distant and romantic times. Looking at old things, furniture, figurines, coins, at everything that is there, you understand that this, for example, coin, was held in their hands by kings, pirates, conquistadors, and other people, among whom, perhaps, were historical celebrities! You yourself want to personally touch history, plunge into the aura of centuries gone by! This is an amazing, incomparable feeling!
The author of these lines was interested in numismatics as a child. The oldest coin in his collection was dated 1410! It's an amazing thrill to hold such a relic in your hands!!! And even now there is a lot in his apartment that evokes romance and inspires him to write historical works. No matter what city he goes to, he always tries not to pass by an antique store.
Probably, Mary McKean, the mother of the deceased girl Rosie, experienced something similar, who, twelve years after the events described, decided to go to a junk shop...
She, like the rest of us, walked slowly and looked at everything that was on the shelves. Until she saw an object, the sight of which left her speechless! It was the same doll! Which was clutched in her daughter's hand during the funeral! The excited woman had no doubt about this!
Not believing in the reality of what was happening, she asked the junk dealer in a voice hoarse with excitement to show her the doll.
Taking into her hands what was now literally burning her palms, she peered even more closely at the toy. How many years had passed, and she still remembered every scratch and roughness that was on her daughter’s favorite doll. It was, of course, the same doll! Mary had no doubt about this.
But she remembered how she had once dropped this porcelain toy, and as it fell, it hit the edge of a pan on the floor. The woman remembered how upset she was when she saw that the blow had left such an annoying scratch on the back of the doll, albeit a very tiny one. Now Mary stood, afraid to turn the doll and look at its reverse side. It seemed to her that if she saw that scratch, which would finally confirm that this was the doll named Baylo-baby, then she would lose consciousness!
The movements of her hands were very slow... Probably, a sapper on the battlefield does not disarm an infantry mine with such attention and tension with which the shocked woman was now unwrapping a toy that was symbolic to her...
The tension was such that she even heard the ticking of the wall clock hanging in the far corner of the junk shop...
Her hands, sweaty from excitement, finally unwrapped the toy, and Mary looked at its reverse side... That’s right! The scratch was in the same place where it should have been!!!
The agitated woman almost wanted to fall on her knees in front of the rag-picker and beg in front of him! Like, I’m ready to sell the house, everything I have, just sell me, for God’s sake, this doll! So great was the desire of the unfortunate woman to return to the house what once belonged to her daughter! It was like a piece of her, a reminder of her.
Fortunately for Mary, she had enough prudence and composure to pull herself together and simply ask about the price of the doll. It turned out to be not that expensive! Of course, the woman immediately bought this thing... Not knowing what awaited her ahead...
Arriving home, she then placed the purchase on her daughter’s crib. As a sign of memory of her daughter, the crib remained in its place in the nursery all these 12 years.
A few days later, the irreparable happened... Still a fairly young and quite healthy man, Rosie's father, Mary's husband, suddenly died...
The shocked woman instantly regained her sight. Only now did she realize that this was not just a coincidence. This is a sign of fate! All this is the machinations of an ominous cursed doll! The woman was sure that the doll was cursed and brought death with it, maddened by another loss and new grief that had befallen her.
A voice suddenly appeared in her mind, becoming increasingly loud, decisive and intrusive. He tirelessly repeated to the disheartened Mary: “You are next!” The unfortunate woman tried to drive away bad thoughts from herself, but the voice no longer sounded just loud, but deafening! It was as if he was sounding the alarm: “You can’t escape what awaits you!” Accept your fate! Accept death as something inevitable..."
It got to the point that the poor fellow once tied a doll in her hand, walked up to the window and froze for a moment, looking down from a dizzying height.
The remnants of common sense told her that this should not be done. That you need to pull yourself together. But the order that Baylo-baby repeated to her endlessly many times sounded even louder and more insistently in her ears: “They are waiting for you! They are there, and you are here... They are calling you! Go to them! Come on! Take another step!”
Unable to resist the obsessive voice of the doll, Mary took a step out the window... A step into eternity...
The ominous turn of events associated with the cursed doll has taken its new, next, ominous turn...

Episode seven
We have already said that cursed things leave a long trail of blood behind them... The sinister Baylo-baby doll was no exception. It is not difficult to guess that the events described above were far from the last. The tangle of creepy stories associated with the doll continued to unwind.
All residents of the town of Key West knew about the tragic fate of little Rosie McKean associated with a killer doll. Therefore, when the townspeople saw Rosie's mother lying on the ground, in whose hands a porcelain doll was tightly clutched, which did not break, the city literally exploded! Everyone remembered that Mary’s daughter also died with a doll held tightly in her hand. The connection between these two events was more than obvious to everyone! As well as the fact that the cause of both deaths was the doll! She and only her!
Everyone became afraid of the doll like fire. But at the same time, everyone understood that it was unusual, that it somehow needed to be preserved. That is why the proposals of some hotheads were rejected, claiming that the toy should be broken, crushed into small pieces, and buried deeper! So that the series of deaths stops. So that the ominous thread is broken once and for all! The opinion of the majority of townspeople prevailed, who argued that such an unusual doll should be preserved. That's what we decided on!
It was placed on one of the shelves in the local museum, naively believing that since no one would touch it, then from now on it would not bring any harm to anyone...
No matter how it is... Cursed dolls have a special, magical power! They can influence the person involved in it, even remotely, in a way that they could not even imagine.
The museum workers learned this from their own bitter experience. From the moment they got the ominous doll, a continuous series of incomprehensible, unforeseen, inexplicable events began. They suddenly suspiciously often began to get hit by cars, receive electric shocks, and end up in other, extremely unpleasant, sometimes scary and creepy stories...
Some townspeople began to ironically mock and label the museum workers as chronic losers. But another part of the town’s residents argued that everything was far from funny. That all this is the machinations of the damned doll! What if this continues, then everything could end not only in simple troubles, but also in deaths! Few doubted that this was exactly what was about to happen!
It is not difficult to guess that the museum workers were no longer happy with their famous exhibit.
That’s why they breathed a sigh of relief when one morning, arriving at work, they saw that the doll had disappeared without a trace...
The townspeople immediately began to condemn this news again. And what is remarkable. Almost everyone agreed that whoever stole the doll would undoubtedly regret his actions. Few doubted that this naive simpleton would become the next victim of the sinister toy...

Episode eight
Several years have passed…
No one knows where the legendary doll was all this time, who its owners were, and what their fates were...
The world spoke loudly about Baylo-baby again when an auction took place in New York, which later became famous. Precisely because a legendary toy, hiding from prying eyes all this time, appeared on it. It was put up for sale by a group of Satanists.
The American magazine Anthony Price, specializing in anomalous topics, bought the cursed doll and immediately donated it to a certain museum of horror, witchcraft and superstition.
The owners of the publication were very intelligent people and good entrepreneurs. They immediately realized that publications about such a ghost doll that attracted the attention of the whole world would increase the circulation of their brainchild. That's exactly what happened! The magazine's circulation has skyrocketed!
Everything seemed to look very logical! The newspapermen received their benefit, and the owners of the museum will also certainly attract additional attention to themselves with such a famous exhibit. And with it an inexhaustible flow of visitors. And, of course, good money from the sale of entrance tickets
But everything happened exactly the opposite. Not as people planned, but as the damned doll wanted it!
Before the museum workers had time to put Baylo-baby into the main exhibition, a misfortune happened! As a result of a short circuit in the electrical wiring, the museum building caught fire! In fact, it burned to the ground! Almost everything burned! There was only one thing left untouched, whole and unharmed, as they say, almost brand new! Guess which one?
Yes! It was exactly the damned doll!!!

Episode nine
In the city of Moscow there is a well-known and very prestigious Rotary Club. In 2005, on Halloween it was more crowded than ever. The thing is that something unusual happened at the club that evening. Out of the ordinary! That’s why there were so many spectators packed into the club! There were some very respectable people among them! Everyone wanted to take a look at one of the main occult myths of the current century!
What is this, you ask? We answer! It's exactly what you're thinking! Such a stir arose because it was announced that this Halloween they would bring as a certain guest, the crowning number of the evening and the whole night, not a pop star, but the legendary, world-famous, damned Baylo-baby doll!!!
It was officially believed that this rarity was brought to this city for only three days. But it is also known that there is no evidence anywhere that the ghost doll has left this city and country.
Evil tongues claim that the porcelain “Miss Horror” has remained here forever. To send your evil to all people from this place! To neighboring countries and cities, to the whole world. Now it’s no longer about individuals, but about entire nations!!!
The author has no right to judge whether this is actually so. He only told you what he learned while rummaging through archives, stories, legends and facts related to the cursed doll. You be the judge of this. History and time. Time is the measure of everything! It is not for the reds, and not for the whites. Not for good and bad. Not for light and not for darkness. It is the measure of everything that happens. Let's wait. Time will show us all whether what evil tongues claim is gossip or the true truth. If so, then the damned doll, already exciting the minds of the whole world, will acquire the status of an even greater phenomenon, of which humanity has never known other examples...

Date this story was written: March 6, 2024,
Place of birth of the story: Great Britain, North Wales, Flint, Bolingbroke Street 135.