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Dolly Doe is the moniker given to an unidentified juvenile homicide victim whose remains were discovered under a highway overpass in an undisclosed U.S. city in 1979. 

The crime provides the the inspiration of a particularly gruesome urban legend that originally arose in the area in the 1980s. The details of the story are as follows: 

The decapitated revenant of a dead girl holding a baby doll appears under the overpass every full moon at midnight. She is headless and covered in blood. All of her limbs are broken, giving her movements a weird, floppy appearance.

If you are unlucky enough to find yourself under that specific overpass on midnight at a full moon, the dead girl will kill you. 

It doesn’t matter who you are. Partiers, drunk teenagers, urban explorers, vagrants, and the occasional unlucky midnight wanderer are all fair game. Once the dead girl spots you, she hobbles, runs, or crawls (exact details depend on who tells the story) at you on these broken limbs. When she catches you, she tears your head off.

In some versions of the tale, the doll is an animate hunter who helps the dead girl kill victims. In others, it issues shrill warnings to prospective victims right before the revenant strikes.

Although entirely implausible, the details about the doll certainly make for a terrifying mental image and likely contribute to the legend’s endurance. 

In 1987, the legend enjoyed a resurgence following the death of a local child named Victor.

Victor lived near the overpass and was known to express great interest in the legend of Dolly Doe. Shortly after bragging that he knew “the truth about Dolly,” he was struck by a bizarre wasting disease that mimicked the symptoms of advanced dementia. Due to Victor’s well-known interest in the urban legend, his illness was thereafter referred to as “Dolly’s Curse.”

Paradoxically (if not surprisingly), Victor’s tragic fate led a steady trickle of eager visitors, most of whom were children and teenagers, to the underpass in the hopes of glimpsing Dolly Doe for themselves.

Over the next five years, over a dozen children were struck by the same wasting disease that took Victor’s life. 

Had the Agency not apprehended the entity, the death toll would undoubtedly be much higher.

Personnel took her into custody without incident in March 1992. She introduced herself as Dolly. Beyond that, she has communicated very little since her incarceration began.

Despite the entity’s overall lack of cooperation, the organization was able to gather sufficient information to understand what had happened to Victor.

In brief:

Through an as-yet unknown mechanism that the Agency cannot replicate or study for ethical reasons, Dolly Doe attempted to possess Victor and to an extent, she succeeded. 

However, the boy’s neural pathways proved fundamentally incompatible with her consciousness. So, to all outward appearances, Victor lost his mind. Dolly refused to vacate his body, although it must be noted that the extent of the damage was most likely so significant so quickly that leaving most likely would not have saved Victor’s life. 

Within six days, scans showed that physical degeneration on a level usually seen in advanced dementia patients was present in Victor’s brain, followed by lesions that rapidly metastasized into tumors. Despite this, Dolly persisted in her possession and attempted control of Victor’s body.

Her efforts ended abruptly when Victor died twenty-two days after she first possessed him. 

Most unfortunately, Victor was not Dolly’s last victim. 

As previously mentioned, Victor’s death gave the urban legend of Dolly Doe new prominence, leading thrill seekers and daredevils to hunt for her under the overpass.

Most of these individuals were unable to perceive her. Those who could generally ran away at the sight of her. But every once in a while, one of these children was brave enough or lonely enough to confront and forge a bond with her.

Invariably, this bond ended with Dolly attempting to steal their bodies just as she stole Victor’s, with similarly dire results.

All in all, Dolly had fourteen victims. Some Agency personnel wish to classify her as a serial killer for this reason.

Following her evaluation (recorded below) with the Agency’s specialized interviewer, however, personnel now believe this is a highly inaccurate conclusion. Dolly is not malicious. She is not a killer. She feels no compulsion to end lives. Her intention was never to harm.

Malicious or not, however, she is critically dangerous and it fair to characterize her as a slow-burn mass casualty event. 

Despite extensive effort on the part of the Agency, details of Dolly Doe’s identity, life, and death remain unknown. 

Even she is unaware of these details. In fact, Dolly does not even recall her own name. In the opinion of medical staff, the combination of Dolly’s obviously abusive childhood and the severe trauma surrounding her death resulted in selective amnesia that persists, even in her Khthonic state. 

Please note that following the highly destructive behavior she exhibited during the last attempt to help her recall a seemingly innocuous detail about her childhood, there are no to be no attempts at memory recall for this inmate at this time.

The truly minute amount of information that Dolly Doe shared with staff prior to her interview relate to her extraordinarily lonely existence post-mortem.

This information consists of the repetitive expression of a wish for a loving family, and approximately a dozen distinct memories over the years she spent alone after her death. Each memory concerns one of Dolly’s desperate attempts to forge connections with anyone who came across the place where her murderer concealed her body.

Dolly states that she tried and failed to befriend children, teenagers, and various adults over the years. Most of these individuals never even registered her presence. Those that did fled in abject terror.

While clearly painful for Dolly, this reaction is understandable. As is often the case with Khthonic entities, Dolly Doe’s appearance reflects the condition of her body post-mortem. Similarly to the BABYGIRL entity, the sight is exceedingly disturbing due to the extent of the injuries inflicted upon her.

In a somewhat interesting footnote, Dolly remained under the radar for as long as she did because her interference was attributed to a known “cancer cluster” in the area. This has prompted personnel to review other such clusters for Agency-appropriate phenomena.

It should be noted that the interviewer has suggested that staff facilitate introduction of Dolly Doe to the Bye-Bye Mommy. This request has been submitted to administration by Dr. Wingaryde.

Interview Subject: Dolly Doe 

Classification String: Noncooperative / Indestructible / Khthonic / Constant / Moderate / Daemon 

Interviewer: Rachele B.

Interview Date: 11/26/24

I’ve dreamed about my mom for as along as I can remember.

I don’t ever see her face, I think because I haven’t met her yet. I know, I know - I already have a mother or else I wouldn’t exist. But I’m not talking about my mother. I don’t care about finding my mother. I care about finding my mom.

That’s why I tried to make so many friends. I wanted to find someone to be my best friend. Somebody who would love me like I was their sister and bring me home to their family to get adopted. That happens sometimes, right? Sometimes parents see kids in orphanages and bring them home. I wish I could have gone to an orphanage. I couldn’t, though, because I was stuck in the dark with my doll. No one could see me there.

That’s why I had to make friends, because it was the only way anyone would ever see me.

No one wanted to be my friend, though. Not ever. Every single time I tried, they just ignored me. Well, I guess there were a few who didn’t ignore me. But they were even worse because they just screamed at me. They were scared of me. I don’t know why. I was really nice. That’s how you make friends, by being nice. I was so nice I even tried to share my doll, but they were just scared of her too.

I don’t really remember how many friends I tried to make. At least a hundred, probably more like a thousand. Maybe even two thousand. It didn’t matter, though. They all either ignored me or ran away screaming. I’d just sit in the dark where I could still smell my blood and cry. Sometimes I cried for days. That’s because I don’t know how to sleep anymore. I think I used to sleep when I was sad, but now all I do is cry.

I almost gave up on friends and everything else. I was ready to lay down with my doll where I could smell my blood and see my clothes — which is weird, because I’m wearing them. How can my clothes be on me and in the ground at the same time? — and cry for as long as I had to.

That’s what I was doing when Victor came — laying down and crying.

He was crying, too. I could see why—he was walking funny and bleeding. Before I got stuck in the dark, I was walking funny and bleeding too. I thought maybe he was about to be stuck with me. That would have been fun. Not as fun as having parents, but at least he would have been my brother.

Victor wasn’t about to be stuck with me, though. I knew that as soon as I got a close look at him. He wasn’t walking as weird or bleeding as bad as I had been. It was still pretty bad, though. He had blood on his face and he was holding twisted up glasses without the glass.

Later, af…

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