My mother liked to keep the creepiest dolls in the living room, standing around as if they were half-alive little zombie children waiting for someone to cross their path. I never really trusted those creepy dolls.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Evil Dolls
More anniversary party "photos" for the photo album. This time, we're taking a look at what my parents' doll obsession does to the poor child living with them.
My mother liked to keep the creepiest dolls in the living room, standing around as if they were half-alive little zombie children waiting for someone to cross their path. I never really trusted those creepy dolls.As creepy as they were during the day, at night, they were far worse. Imagine being a six-year-old boy and getting up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water. As you step out into the hall, you see them, staring down at you from the shelves, watching...watching...Their glassy eyes seem to follow you as you tiptoe down the hallway, their unnaturally pale skin glowing eerily in the moonlight...What malignant force lurks inside those hollow skulls? What evil presence lies in wait inside these creepy automatons?
My mother liked to keep the creepiest dolls in the living room, standing around as if they were half-alive little zombie children waiting for someone to cross their path. I never really trusted those creepy dolls.
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