Welcome back everyone - how do you feel about Mannequins?
I know my good friend Jack is terrified of them - other people don't mind them - but
I gurantee that these mannequin stories will make you very uncomfortable.
Can you make it to the end?
Lets find out, my name is Danny Burke and this is the Top 10 Scary Mannequin Stories
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Starting off at number 10 we have Cynthia[a].
This story was posted to the Paranormal subreddit and is a reminder that one thing more scary
than manequins is a headless one.
They said -The house my family lived in at the time was already messed up.
We had a lot of problems with stuff being moved or out of place, our chandelier swinging
fairly rapidly like a fan, our Big Mouth Billy Bass that would start singing at random times
so my parents took the batteries out but it would still sing, but this is what really
got to me.
If it was ghosts or spirits, they were playful if anything.
One Christmas, I was around 6, my parents go me a My Scene styling head.
I eventually destroyed it under all the make up and product in it's hair, and the eyelashes
were crazy because I found out that if I held a hair dryer to it's eyes her lashes would
curl.
It pretty much looked like Cynthia from Rugrats, but worst.
It always sat on my dresser looking at my bed(which I shared with my little sister).
It was fine at first but with the more messed up it's face got, the more scared of it I
was.
I wouldn't sleep because I'd just be staring at it scared it might get revenge on me.
One day I decided to face it away from the bed so I sleep better.
When I woke up, it was staring at me.
I tried again a couple times, but I always woke up to it staring at me.
I wanted to throw it away but we were poor so I always appreciated every gift given to
me because I knew how hard it might have been to get it and throwing way anything gifted
to me made me feel guilty.
Eventually we moved, but I took the monster doll head with me.
I was having a lot of nightmare and I thought that it was because of the doll, so I finally
threw it away.
Next morning I woke up, and guess who's next to my bed?
That god damn styling head!
This is when I freaked out and did everything I could to get rid of it, but I was too scared
that burning it would make a demon come out of it.
After days of nightmares my dad was going to the dump so I made him take the messed
up doll with him.
I had nightmares after that of the doll coming back for revenge and was constantly afraid
of any mannequins-
Moving on to number 9 we have The Mannequin[b].
I know that title could apply to any of these stories but thats literally what Reddit user
Tesla Sloth called it.
They said -For the most part, working at the women’s clothing boutique was great – I
got hours when I needed them, time off to visit my sick aunt, solid pay, dental benefits,
and discounts on alterations.
The only dark mark on the whole experience was Harold, the franchise owner.
He was brash, uncouth, fond of leering at the more shapely customers, and making swine
noises behind the backs of the plus-sized shoppers.
He was a misogynist, and an afternoon alcoholic – always reminiscing about his glory days
for anyone who would listen, back when he was a sailor in the Royal Navy, and had a
different woman in every port.
He’d roll up his sleeve and flex his biceps, making his little anchor tattoo dance for
all the pretty female clerks.
When there were no real women to ogle, he’d turn his attention on the mannequins – squeeze
their hard plastic bums, jam his tongue against their permanently-shut lips, berate them for
not getting back to the kitchen and fixing him a sandwich, har-har.
He had a special affinity for the one he named Julie – blonde, blue-eyed, elegantly posed
with a hand at her hip.
He said she looked like an old girlfriend – a tanner’s daughter in Germany.
He reserved his most disgusting abuse for her.
He dressed her in lingerie, smacked her around, took her for special trips to his office at
the back.
Once, when Harold was especially drunk, I caught him holding Julie’s throat and repeatedly
punching her abdomen, asking, “Why Julie?
Why?
Why would you leave me for him?”
He was in a similar state last Friday, when I closed up shop for the holiday weekend,
leaving him alone in the dark, wallowing in bad memories.
I was sure I’d find him there Monday morning, face-down in his own sick.
But then on Sunday, for some reason, I decided to do some research into the real Julie.
It took me a while, piecing together the clues I’d gleaned from Harold’s drunken ramblings,
but I found her.
Julie Meyer, a blonde and blue-eyed tanner’s daughter from Wolgast – found murdered in
the shipyards in 1969, her case still unsolved.
Of course I called the police, but when they arrived at the store, which was shuttered
and locked from the inside, Harold was nowhere to be found.
They figured he must have heard the sirens and escaped through the underground electrical
tunnels while they were sawing through the gate.
A man matching his description was spotted boarding a plane at Heathrow, though it had
already landed in Madrid before the police caught wind of it.
Julie was still there though, at the back of the store – sporting a sharp new leather
sports jacket.
One that none of us could trace to any section of the catalogue.
Curiously, it had no tags.
But when I turned it inside out, and tore out the lining, I found something tattooed
on the leather.
An anchor from the Royal Navy-
Moving on to number 8 we have The Mannequin Murders[c].
In 1980, in the town of Elkridge, Maryland, residents of one street woke up to find someone
had hung the top half of a female mannequin from a tree.
It was covered in red paint.
They took it down and thought nothing of it - until a month later.
On the same street, the body of 70 year old Rebecca Davis was found.
She had been stabbed in the neck several times and buried in her own backyard.
Locals believed that the killer had hung the mannequin as a symbol of his accomplishment.
This theory was only strengthened when the same mannequin appeared on another street
with a knife in its back.
Between 1979 and 1989, 6 women were killed in the town and have since been referred to
as the Mannequin Murders …
Next up up at number 7 we have The Cabin[d].
This is a story from Nexaz about the time he visited a friends cabin by Lake Michigan.
He said -We went up to the attic to get some beach toys because that’s where JB kept
all of that stuff so he didn’t have to haul it every time he went out there.
Well when we went up to the attic I noticed in the corner covered in some dust and cobwebs
about 8 mannequins, some just upper torsos and some full body.
Not to out of the ordinary considering a tailor had lived there.
Me and JB’s son slept down in the living room on the couch since there were no more
beds, and near midnightish I heard on of the stairs squeak a few times.
Figuring it was my mom coming to check to make sure we were asleep I told his son to
be quiet and quickly turned the TV off and hid under the covers.
After not hearing any noise for a few minutes I looked out from under the covers and saw
three of the mannequins moving around in the kitchen.
Like their body parts weren’t moving but they were sliding around the kitchen.
I swore I was dreaming but was so terribly frightened I hid back under the covers with
a small yelp and then heard the dragging on the floor coming closer and peaked out seeing
one of them just a few feet from the couch.
I hid back under the covers and shut my eyes tight hoping it would go away.
The next morning I got up and tried not to think about it, really really hoping it was
just a bad dream but when we went back up to the attic to put the beach stuff back the
mannequins were in different spots and weren’t covered in cobwebs any more…
Don’t believe me if you don’t want to but it happened and I’ve been scared shitless
of mannequins ever since …
Moving on to number 6 now we have Pascuala[e].
Thats the name of this mannequin that has stood in a bridal store in Chihuahua since
1930.
Back then, locals said that it looked a lot like the daughter of the man who owned the
store.
A rumour spread that the mannequin was actually the embalmed body of the woman who had recently
died on her wedding day after being bitten by a black widow spider.
The owner, the mother, firmly denied this.
A woman who changed the mannequins outfits in the store swore that this mannequin was
different, that it was too real - that it was nothing like the other mannequins, that
it was a real person ...
Moving on to number 5 we have The Mover.[f] This story was shared on Reddit by Mantis914
- and its the reason why hes scared of Mannequins to this day … he said -When I was little,
I used to have an irrational fear of mannequins which to this day, I am certain was due to
me seeing one move.
I have a faint memory of one of the times my mom would drag me to the mall when she
would go shopping for stuff and look at clothes and there being a specific mannequin at a
store that I particularly despised being around because it gave me the creeps just looking
at it.
I remember that it was missing fingers and the thing that made me scared about it was
that it was one of the rare mannequins that faced a bit downward and always seemed to
be watching little me.
I always kept an eye on it when I was anywhere in the vicinity of that horrid mannequin and
one particular time, I noticed that the whole hand was missing.
However, the thing that got me was that it was now looking more upward and it was for
sure the same mannequin.
I was so horrified that I kept saying, "Mom!
Let's get out of here!"
Of course, my mom was mortified as some of the other ladies shopping overheard me and
were trying to figure out why I was so distressed.
We had to end up leaving but I'm very sure that mannequin moved-
Coming in at number 4 now we have The John Lawson House[g].
This house is located at 9A Main Street, Wappinger Falls, New York.
Every day, for years, mannequins could be seen outside the front of the house.
They were always dressed in old fashioned clothes, complimenting the age of the house
they stood in front of.
Every few days, their number, position and theme would vary.
Nobody knew who was moving them - and why they were there in the first place.
One creepy theory is that the dolls are a clue to the gruesome history of the house.
In 1871, during a 2 week cold snap, a train crashed 200ft from the house - killing 22
people.
They say that the mannequins are always pointing towards the crash site.
Whether or not this is true, the answer may stay hidden forever.
Some years ago, the mannequins disappeared, never to return to the John Lawson House again
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Next up at number 3 we have The Faceless[h].
I found this one on your ghost stories . com - its written by a user called Jake141.
They said -ver the last two weeks, I've been experiencing things which I need help with.
It started two weeks ago when I was at my girlfriend's house.
We where laying in bed, nothing sexual, just trying to sleep.
I sleep round there often as my parents aren't too fond of me.
I was still awake when I started to feel scared, not just scared, terrified.
This scared me as I've always felt safe in my girlfriend's house.
For the last 1 1/2 years I've been with her, it's been my safe haven.
I tried to ignore it, but it was still there, that same feeling.
Then a feeling of something watching me.
I looked behind me towards the door and a faceless mannequin stood a the door, one of
the wooden art ones.
I've always been scared of faceless mannequins, not normal mannequins, not faceless people,
just faceless mannequins.
And one of these wooden art ones stood there, just standing.
Then I started to head two people whispering, a boy, and a girl, the girl older.
They were both calling it "Daddy".
It stood there, not moving, just listening to the voices.
I was scared enough that I couldn't move.
And there I was, for the rest of the night, until my girlfriend snapped me out of it.
This has continued for the last two weeks.
It's been there, everywhere I've been.
I can see it now.
It's outside, no one else can hear or see it but it's there.
And the voices are changing, still the girl and boy, but its gone from, "Why is he there,
daddy?" to "Get rid of him, I don't like him".
"Him" being me, I don't know how I know, but I know it's me.
I've prayed for help and protection and for it to go the first night it came, but still
nothing.
It's there, stalking me, I've never seen it move, but it's there, I can feel its eyes.
Moving on to number 2 now we have I Feel Fantastic[i].
This is a creepy story you can check out for yourself right after this video.
I Feel Fantastic is the name of a 2004 video which has creeped people out for over a decade.
Take a look first before we continued.
CLIP.
The mannequins name is supposedly -Tara- and was created by a man called Jon Bergeron.
Shes programmed to sing these creepy songs and the video shows her in different positions
and outfits.
The description box contains a cryptic message about a figure in Greek mythology who created
a statue bride for himself.
The internet has come up with a number of theories about the video - one of which is
that the videos creator killed the real Tara, put her clothes on this mannequin and even
showed the spot where she was buried outside …
And finally at number 1 we have The Department Store[j].
This is from scary for kids . com - but it creeped me out.
It goes -This is a creepy picture from Japan that is said to be cursed.
If you want to be safe, you can read the text, but do not look at the image.
In 1972, there was a terrible fire in a department store in Sennichi, Osaka in Japan.
The fire started shortly after the stores closed and it spread quickly.
There was a cabaret on the top floor and many employees and customers were trapped.
Some died of smoke inhalation.
Others who couldnt stand the heat and the smoke jumped out the windows.
All that could be heard was the sound of breaking glass and horrible screams followed by a sickening
thud as people fell to their deaths.
They say it was a gruesome sight.
The street below was covered in pools of blood.
In all, 118 people died and 78 were seriously injured.
It was the worst building fire that had ever occurred in Japan.Ever since then, they say
the area is haunted.
The ghosts of those who died roam the streets after dark and in the buildings toilets, may
people have seen ghostly figures reflected in the mirrors.
The photo you will see below is of some department store mannequins that were burned in the fire.
They say that the picture is cursed.
People who view the picture claim to have horrible recurring nightmares about the mannequins.
In each dream, they hear a voice saying a number and each time, the number gets lower
as if it is some kind of countdown.
They also hear strange knocking sounds on windows and doors when they are awake and
catch fleeting glimpses of ghostly figures out of the corner of their eye.
Sometimes they die in an accident, under suspicious circumstances.
If you dont want to experience any of these symptoms, please do not look at the image
below.
You have been warned.
Another kinda long video means a short outro - thanks for watching as always guys, my name
is Danny Burke and Ill see you all in the next video!