Beverly Beavington went a little discordant after a tragedy in her life. She had married Malcolm, a timid insurance broker, had built up her prized doll collection to a whopping seven thousand, and had given birth to a real life baby doll, Verity. Verity was her pride and joy. She could sing, she could dance, she had pretty little curls. But, on her thirteenth birthday, Verity started to change. She started bleeding. She grew breasts – pert little bubbies. She started hanging around fellows on motorbikes with gang associations. When Verity fell pregnant to Rod, one of the hooligans, Beverley forbade her to marry him. After a furious argument Verity, in all her wedding finery, threw herself out of the upstairs window, backwards. Her head cracked open like a watermelon.
Beverly embalms Verity’s body, removing the little foetus from her loins she pickles it in formaldehyde, before entombing Verity’s body in the cellar. After Malcolm leaves the demented Beverly, she begins dabbling in satanic ritual; determined to bring her baby doll back to life.
The spell to reanimate Verity requires a quantity of virgin semen. Beverly promptly advertises for a homestay and Crispin Merriweather fits the bill. He’s awkward, and clearly virginal. Beverly bewitches Crispin with her charm and allure, extracting his semen with an elaborate and titillating fan dance. Together with some virgin blood and virgin excrement Beverly is able to create a potion; the ‘Dolly Mixture’ that will bring Verity back to life!
But Verity doesn’t come back as the Shirley Temple lookalike that Beverly once loved. Verity has become somewhat demonic. Hardly surprising, considering she’d spent the interim years in hell with Satan.
Beverly and Crispin realize they’ve opened Pandora’s box and unleashed evil onto the world. They must send this monster back where she came from…