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Joliet the Doll with a Haunting Curse

Joliet has belonged to more than four generations of one family, for over a century. The doll comes with a terrible curse, yet the family does not dare part with it.

It is said the doll holds four souls, but that the number will inevitably grow, as the doll is passed from mother to daughter.


Can you think of any reasons why you would keep a object in your possession, that causes you pain to look at, that is haunted and that is a constant reminder of painful events in your past?

Anna G. (she has chosen to remain largely anonymous) has just such an object in her possession. It is a century old doll that has been given the name ‘Joliet’. At night, the doll is said to give out the piercing cries of different babies, all male, sometimes singly, sometimes all at the same time.

Anna knows the names of all four of the souls that are said to inhabit the doll, and it is this knowledge, known to four generations of mothers and daughters, that keeps the haunted doll in their possession.

The doll is not only haunted, but is cursed.


Four generations ago Anna’s great grandmother received Joliet as a present from a family friend. At the time she was pregnant with her second child, and received it as a pregnancy gift.


What was not known at the time was the friend who gave her the present was jealous. It is not known exactly why the friend was jealous, just that she was. The doll, given out of this bitterness was cursed, and tragic events took place within the family.

Anna’s great grandmother gave birth to a healthy boy, and could not know that death lay just around the corner. On the third day, her newborn son’s life was lost, to a sudden and mysterious illness. This same tragedy would unfold for at least four generations.

Each woman in the family would have two children, a son and a daughter, but the son would pass away three days after they were born.

Soon after her sons death, Anna’s Great Grandmother started to experience the haunting that emanated from the doll Joliet. A babies wailing cry could be heard late in the night, and she knew it was that of her deceased child. Although each cry brought back the memories of her son’s sudden death, and the mourning that followed the tragedy, she could not get rid of the doll.

She knew that somehow her son was trapped within, and that she should protect him. Who knows what would happen if the doll broke?

The doll passed into the hands of Anna’s grandmother, when she became an adult. She knew of her brother’s early death, and the story that he was trapped inside Joliet. What she did not know was that the same exact tragedy would strike her own child.

She had two children, a son and a daughter. Once again the son died at an early age, and his crying voice was added to the doll.

The cycle would repeat again and again until today, with Anna being the current owner of the doll. She has a daughter but lost her son at three days. Anna says her son’s cries have been added to that of the other three boys.

Each member of the cursed family has cared for the doll like they would have cared for their own sons’, should they have lived. Aside from the fact of losing her son, the worst part of the curse is that her daughter too will lose a son, as the cycle continues.

Anna will not risk losing the doll, even though four generations of pain for lost children are a constant reminder. She says the cries can be heard quite clearly.

The hardest part of the curse is that the owner of Joliet carries the even heavier burden of no one believing them, for they are the only ones who can hear their child and the other children’s cries.

How long can a curse like this continue?

“Through ageless corridors came the drum-like hoofbeats, approaching thunder chasing out the hush of antiquity. A cold glow of dead color ignited, flared, burned brighter as the tremors grew near, their rumbling more distinct. Then a shrill sound like iron grating stone, the potent blast of a stallion’s nostrils, a rasp of shifting leather. And the dread-lights spilled from the temple mouth, painting the countryside in a blighted gleam not seen since centuries aforetime.”
  ―   Jay Valdez

When we launched our new site in April 2015, we figured it would be a fun thing to offer haunting, curse, and hex services to parcels. “I wonder if anyone will want that,” I mumbled bemusedly.

The requests came in slow at first, so I wrote “cursed!” or whatever on each packing slip. Then they started coming in faster (free hauntings? in this economy?!), so I had a rubber stamp made. Which was great, but it tended to smear if I was packing a few dozen hexed orders at once.

Paper is a beautiful thing. I love paper. Paper fixes such things.

We are gussying up this free, beloved service a bit starting immediately because we believe in premium customer experiences.

Enjoy yourselves responsibly.

- atticus

{{Cursed}} - Closed RP

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  He wandered around the broken hallways of the cursed school. He didn’t know how long he had been there, or how he got there, he was there, and was nothing but walking bones and meat which the heart was still beating because of pure luck.

  He separated from his classmates, because he was a true coward, who decided to run instead of help his classmate. He was in the forest moments ago, being outside just to pass out and wake up in this god dammed place again.

  To his greatest luck, he found a familiar figure on the end of the hallway. A tall, raven haired boy in a raven uniform. He smiled and gasped in relief quickly running towards him, happiness and hope spreading across his body.

  “MORISHIGE!” he yelled his name in relief but his pace slowly slowed down as he got closer. Morishige was standing next to wall, filled in guts and blood, his hands were completely soaked too. “M…Morishige…?” he stuttered, getting a few steps closer.