Tuesday's Child

Tuesday Child is full of Grace

Grace looks like any ordinary vintage doll with delicate porcelain skin, glassy blue eyes, and a soft, innocent smile. But anyone who has come into contact with Grace knows she is anything but innocent. Beneath her faded lace dress and lifeless stare lurks something else, something that wants to be seen, heard, and felt.

The story of Grace began like so many others: a seemingly harmless toy passed down through generations. Strange things started happening when Grace entered the home of her latest owner, a family who never believed in ghosts…until they met her.

It started small. The doll would be found in different rooms of the house, though no one had moved her. She’d be sitting in the corner of the living room one minute, and the next, she was upstairs on a bed, her blank eyes staring right at you. At first, the family brushed it off. Maybe someone had moved her and forgot. 

The real terror began when the family started hearing whispers late at night faint, childlike giggles that echoed through the dark hallways, though their children were sound asleep. The giggling was always followed by the soft patter of footsteps, small, quick, like a child running barefoot. They tried to ignore it, but every night, the sounds grew louder, and closer, until it felt like someone…something…was standing just outside their bedroom doors, waiting.

One night, it was reported, that the matriarch of the family, awoke to the overwhelming feeling that someone was watching her. In the dim light of the moon, she saw Grace, sitting at the foot of the bed, her glassy eyes wide open and her head slightly tilted, as if listening. The doll’s lips seemed to curl ever so slightly into a smile. When the mother screamed and turned on the light, Grace hadn’t moved but the smile was unmistakable now, wide and malevolent.

Desperate, the family tried locking Grace away, thinking distance might sever the connection. They shut her in the attic, far from the living spaces, but it didn’t matter. The footsteps continued, now accompanied by the faint sound of scratching, like tiny fingers clawing at the attic door, trying to get out. The whispers turned into hushed voices, urgent, angry, calling for attention. Even with the door locked, they found Grace sitting at the bottom of the attic stairs, her head turned just slightly toward the nearest family member. Watching. Always watching.

One by one, family members began experiencing nightmares dreams where Grace would appear in the corners of darkened rooms, her eyes following them, her mouth moving though no sound came out. 

The final straw came when the youngest child, a girl of six, started talking to Grace. The little girl claimed Grace “talked back,” whispering secrets to her at night, telling her things about the family, about what was going to happen. The girl grew pale, withdrawing from everyone, insisting that Grace didn’t like being ignored and that “she wanted to play.” One morning, the parents found their daughter sitting in a circle of her toys, Grace placed in the center. The girl’s face was blank, her voice monotone, as she repeated over and over, “She’s here.”

The doll, now infamous, found its way to a collector of haunted objects. Visitors who have seen Grace since then claim they can feel her eyes following them, some have even heard soft whispers when they’re alone with her, as though the doll is trying to communicate, to break free.

Grace may be just a doll, but what she carries within her is something far more terrifying. Those who have crossed her path know the truth: once Grace has her eyes on you, she never lets go.