The Porcelain Joker Clown

I was 8 years old when my Aunt Wendy, who lived in Tennessee, gave me a porcelain joker doll that had what looked like a red tear drop. We were getting ready for bed, and since we were staying with them, we didn't have any where to put it. My mom set it on the shelf in the front room. While my mom and I were lying there talking, we got the feeling that something was watching us.

When we looked around, no one was in there and everyone was asleep. My mom looked over to the joker doll, and noticed it was pointed toward us. Knowing she had faced it toward the door, my mom got up and turned it to face the wall. We laid there talking for a few minutes, when we heard a scratching noise on the shelf, like something heavy was being turned around.

When we looked over to the shelf, the joker doll was pointed toward us again. Thinking it was my cousin, we went in her room to see, she was asleep. I knew this as I hit her leg and she was never a good faker. After realizing she was asleep, we went back into the front room and my laid the joker flat on its face.

Later that night with everyone still asleep, my mom got up to use the bathroom and realized that the joker was lying on its back. So my mom got it and put it in the bag with our clothes, and the feeling as if something was watching us left. The next morning we got a call about a house.

In the process, my mom told my dad that she wanted to get rid of the doll. My dad said no, because my aunt gave it to me. We were unloading some stuff, and my mom put the joker doll in our hallway closet, hoping my dad wouldn't find it. Much to our dislike, my dad watched my mom put it there.

My dad brought it in my bedroom, and put it on my dresser. He said, "This is where I want it to stay." The feeling of being watched returned. I was lying there, glanced at my dresser to the joker doll, and noticed it had an evil smile on its face. I hollered for my mom, and when she came in she noticed it too, so she put it in my drawer.

The next morning, we were telling my dad about what happened. He was not believing in that stuff, told us to shut up, and that we were making it up. My mom decided to call my Aunt Wendy and ask her if they ever noticed anything out of the ordinary, and my aunt said yes, that was the reason they put it in the shed out back.

Later, that night my dad came home from work, and we told him what my aunt had told us. Unfortunately, my aunt denied it all, making my mom and I look like idiots. So, again that night, my mom put it back in the dresser drawer. She went to turn the coffee pot on so dad would have coffee the next morning and went to bed.

The next day, my mom and I were sitting in the kitchen. My dad came in the kitchen, holding the joker doll, and told us that he said he wanted it to stay on my dresser. Being 8 years old, I knew I had better, listened to him, and I went and put it on my dresser. He then started cussing, saying that he didn't see any problem with the joker doll, and we better keep it on my dresser. He didn't believe in stuff like that. I asked my mom if she would lie down with me, and she said yes. Still feeling an evil presence in the room, my mom said a prayer with me, and we fell asleep.

The next morning, when my dad got up, he came into the room where we were and told my mom he wanted the doll out of there. My mom says that she thought he didn't believe in things like we had been telling him, yet he just now decides that he wants the doll out of the house?

He began telling her that the night before, he got up to use the bathroom, stepped into my room and the joker doll had an evil smile on its face, and he heard an evil laugh. Now believing us, he went in my room, got the joker doll, and took it outside and tried to burn it. Only the clothes burnt, and the face turned black from the smoke. Then, he got it out of the trash barrel and hit it with a hammer, but only part of its face chipped. Getting freaked out, he took it to the neighbor hood dumpster and threw it in there. We never saw it again and everything in my room went back to normal.

A week later, I became friends with a boy in my class, and we all were over at his parents’ for supper when I looked in the front room. On a shelf there was a joker doll, just like the one I used to have. Later, my mom asked if she could look at it, and she noticed a mark where it was made that mine didn't have, and it didn't have the red teardrop.

After seeing that, my mom asked where they got it from. They told her what store, and my mom called my Aunt Wendy to ask her about my doll. She told my mom the same store. Mom asked my aunt about the tear drop, and my aunt said she asked the store clerk about it as it was the only one. The tear drop didn't look like any kind of paint, that it looked more like blood.

When my dad got on the phone, he asked my aunt about it again. My aunt told him what they had experienced. They thought that it didn't have anything to do with the joker doll, even though she said they felt an evil feeling, like someone watching them, which went away when the joker doll was in the shed.

You can choose to believe this or not, but if you don't please don't post any rude comments. I was wondering if the reason the joker doll was like that, could it have been made by someone that was into witch craft?