Recently, my younger brother asked if I remembered a doll I once owned, with the glowing eyes, who seemed possessed. I realized he was referring to my Cindy doll. Cindy was about 2 1/2 feet tall, with long blonde hair, in two plaits. She wore a bright green dress, and had piercing blue eyes. She also wore white socks, white under pants and black dress shoes.
Cindy resided in a standing position, in the corner of my grandmother’s bedroom, where the chimney went up to the roof. When you took her by the hand, her legs were supposed to move, as if she were walking with you. Most times I dragged Cindy along, because her legs did not work in the manner, as was advertised.
My brothers baptized most of my other dolls in buckets of water, or pulled their heads off, to make me cry. Cindy however was never abused.There were a few occasions where I took her in my arms, and pretended we were waltzing. Sometimes my siblings pulled Cindy’s hair, or pretended they were kissing her. Still, they nicknamed her, the devil doll.
Cindy however never actually did anything to obtain this moniker. Talking Tina on Twilight Zone, turned her head by herself, told people she hated them, and caused a man to fall down stairs to his death. Tina would disappear from one spot, only to appear in another without explanation.
Cindy did nothing more than stand in the corner. Something about her, however just seemed menacing, to me and my brothers. Often I sat on my grandmother’s bed, just staring at her. At times I would look away, then quickly turn back to her, hoping to catch some movement, but I never did.
Watching Cindy was like observing a Lion about to pounce on it’s prey. it was as if there were evil within her, but it was restrained from exposing itself. Perhaps the devil in this doll was held back, by the power of God in my grandmother, who was woman of strong faith and prayer.
Grandma’s bedroom, was filled with bibles, Christian literature, cross necklaces, and even Holy Water in a vial from the river Jordan. There was always a feeling of peace and calm in grandma’s room. Many times I would lay on her bed, and enjoy the serenity, except when I looked over at Cindy.
When we moved in 1979, all my toys, including Cindy were packed in boxes. On a return trip to retrieve the items of my childhood, I was shocked to find them missing. Someone had taken all my precious toys. I wondered for a while, how Cindy was faring outside the realm of my praying grandmother, and if she were wrecking the actual havoc on another family, that never happened to me and mine.
I Timothy 1:7 says God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power love and a sound mind. My brothers and I were not aware of this verse, when we were young. My children however, were taught this scripture, as well as others at early ages.
They knew, and know not entertain the possibilities of evil. And that should they actually encounter it, to send it packing in Jesus Name. My children were blessed, that none of their time during their childhood and teen years, was wasted giving attention to a possibility, which never materialized.
How unfortunate that such a pretty doll, who should have been a little girls best friend, instead caused anguish, and was more like an ememy.