What is it about doll hauntings which seems so much creepier than anything else? Or indeed ghost story toys in general?
Rationality says that toys are associated with childhood and innocence, the little ones we fell hard-wired to protect. There is no place for horror, nor the unexpected, strange and eerie in the nursery. We just want it to be safe in there.
All dolls must stay just dolls, and all teddy bears too.
To my mind, the truth is more emotional than that. No matter how old we get, and how seemingly logical, there are times in the dead of night where rationality cannot penetrate. Where problems of the day get worried over without solution, and all manner of entities may be imagined in the half-glow. Or may really be there.
In those moments of primal fear and fretful panic, there was always a friend. Introduced in the cradle, cuddled through childhood, even as adults we know that teddy bears and dolls constitute comfort. Our holders of secrets softly whispered; our allies against the darkness and all that lurks within it.
But what if the toys themselves are haunted? Oh dear. What then?