Eleven Creepy Dolls That Will Haunt Your Inner Child Until You Die

Horror movies think that all they have to do is put a doll in a rocking chair, and we'll pee our pants. Why? Just because its grotesque face is moving away from us and then horribly back towards us? Back and forth. Back and forth. Until it inevitably leaps off the chair and towards the soft spot on our neck. ... Well played, horror movies.

At first glance, this doll is cute...charming, even. But there's something in the expression. A sadness that just couldn't be conveyed with a pair of glass eyes. Could it? Maybe there's a real person in there. Trapped. Her screams of anguish forever silenced by her porcelain tomb.

Twin baby dolls should be adorable, not sinister...but here they are. One of the little monsters is clearly telling the other one to kill. Kill us all. Eeeeeep. Where's a military-grade flame thrower when you need one?

Poor Barbarella. She survived the dangers of outer space only to crash land on a planet populated by filthy-faced urchins who set upon her with their putrid playthings, and she is powerless as their endlessly snapping jaws slice into her skin.

Their features are just a little too realistic, and their gaze a bit too menacing. They should be modelling fashions, but it seems like they are conspiring to leap from their window displays and slap at your with their hard plastic arms until you're lying on the sidewalk: bruised and demented by fear. Or is that just your imagination?

What's worse than a realistic mannequin? One without a head! Or two. They can't talk to each other, but it seems like they can see you...without eyes. They sense you standing there: frozen in terror. Don't worry. They don't want much from you. Only your head.

Straight outta The Twilight Zone, Talky Tina doesn't try to hide her murderous intentions behind a frozen smile. She will tell you exactly how you're going to die before she carries out her evil plan. Oh, and FYI, the good folks at The Twilight Zone cast June Foray, the actress who voiced the original Chatty Cathy doll, as Talky Tina to ensure that we'll all be afraid of talking dolls for the rest of time.

Stop. You don't have to add spooky lighting or a disturbingly distressed paint job. All ventriloquist's dummies are terrifying. They all look like they've been manufactured in the pits of hell and will one day rise up against their human oppressors in a death frenzy of waggling arms and snapping jaws.

You come across a garden wall with this horrid thing nailed to it, and you have questions. Has it been hung as a punishment by its vicious little guardian? Or is it a weapon, hung there by a sinister child, ready to put it to use in a twisted version of David and Goliath? More importantly...what is on the other side of the wall?

Bleary eyed, you step out of your bedroom. Your brain barely registers the doll, slumped in the hallway, eyes fixed on you as you stumble into the bathroom. Once in there, half-naked and vulnerable, one awful thought seeps into your brain and down your spine. Whose doll is that?!

Here's a bedtime story for you: On the Isla de la Munecas, Don Julian Santana Barrera found the body of a small girl, face-down, drowned in the shallow water next to her doll. He picked up the doll and hung her on a near-by tree in tribute. Over the next few decades, he was compelled to repeat this strange act until the trees of tiny island were covered in the grisly reminders of death. He kept going, nailing doll after doll to the trees, until the day he was found face-down, drowned, in the same spot he found the little girl all those years earlier. ... True story. ... Nighty night!