Stacey Brooks - Creepy-Ass Dolls

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ISBN-10: 1-4402-1569-3 Cover Design by Rachael Wolter
Designed by Rachael Wolter
Edited by Kristine Manty Printed in China dedication To all who have recognized the sinister transformation of their timid plaything in the long night shadows, and promptly pulled the covers over their head. Contents Percy The Voice
Sledgehammer acknowledgments For their invaluable contributions, unwavering bravery and supportive raised eyebrowsI humbly thank the following people: Meredith Ammons, Rod Antilla, Christopher Brooks, Terri Brooks, Robin Harrier, Angie Johnson, Brittney LaFreniere, Jodi (Brooks) LaFreniere, Scott Manty, Paula Payton, Sister Patsy Kay-Kay and Tex.

I also thank the people at Krause Publications: Paul Kennedy, designers Rachael Wolter and Heidi Zastrow, and my editor, Kris Manty, for her super powers and warped sense of humor. A very special thank you to my mom, Eileen Brooks-Laitinen, for allowing me to tap her horde of creepy dolls (yes, they are, mom) and for being my doll Sherpa while I scoured thrift stores for creepy-ass treasure. introduction The insidious glint of its hard, unblinking eye haunts me to this day. My first conscious memory of the diabolical doll creep factor was, until recently, packed away in the section of my mind labeled Stacey, age 5. When I began putting this book together, I pilfered the attic of my history for creative inspiration. In 19-blah-blah, we lived in a small house whose only bathroom lay tucked in a corner of the basement.

It had a shower stall, a toilet, and a curtain for a door. The basement also housed our play area. During the day, my sister and I would spend countless hours down there. It was safe and fun. Night was a different story, however. A potty call in the wee hours was a foreboding dilemma.

Down the steep, curving Frankenstein castle stairs, past the cast iron thumb-latch of the heavy wooden door, across a gazillion miles of darkness to the nightlight glow of the bathroom. As I sat there doing my tiny business, humming to ward off the willies, I would force myself to not look into the deep shadows of the play area across the room. But inevitably, my glance would crawl to the three-foot-high black shape looming in the far corner. And, if the curtain was pulled back just so, the nightlight would glister off its unsleeping eyeseyes that punctured the night veil with sinister menace and twinkling plastic fury as they beckoned to me, sssStacey, lets play a game. The lurking doll that haunted the author when she was five. That creep factor has stayed with me and I firmly believe dolls are more than what they appear and have great potential to plot your doom.

In fact, the dolls in this book are doing just that, and we get a frightening peek at their chilling thoughts, disturbing desires, and maniacal plans. So turn the pages slowly and indulge in your own twisted trip into nostalgic chillmares. Perhaps you may even recognize a freakish childhood companion among this collection of creepy-ass dolls. Enjoy!
Have your own tiny terrors? Please share them with us at creepyassdolls.com. Rosemary Hades Teachers Pet Mary had a little lamb...but I ate it. Trudy Betelgeuse Interests: Hiding under your bed at night.

Yeth, they are tharp like daggerth and yeth I bite. Wynona kudd Top Ho-Down Honors Destined to be the giant daughter of a hot mom. Hagatha Reinschmidt Yearbook Editor in Chief, Best Spaceship-Shaped Hair I can see up AND down at the same time! John
Lil Wayne
Gaycee Class Clown Lizzie Borden Most likely to bury the hatchet. If I was guilty, would my eyes be as big as dinner plates? Phil MacKracken Most Stylish Dont let the sassy plaid fool you. I will swallow your soul while you sleep! Carrie MacKracken Class Soul-Sucking Diva Ummmm, I dont know anything about your missing soul. Morgan Hairchild Comb and Big Tease Club Ive got big plans...big plans hiding in my big hair. Melvin Sass Squatch Young Republicans, Debate Team, Glee Club Aaaaarrrrggggghhhhh. Norman Baits Future Motel Proprietor
Hobbies: taxidermy, stabbing Boxy Kutter Class Vigilante So you wanna play with knives, huh? Well you picked the wrong playa! Belva Devlin The Host with the Most Dont push...theres enough finger sandwiches for everyone.