Us kids, three of us, boys and girls, all shared the same big bedroom when we were kids. A two bedroom house was all the old man could afford. Anyway, my sister insisted on her big ass plastic dools sitting on chairs when she went to bed. I swear those fucking things would stare at me all night long.
One night I woke up from a nightmare that the biggest one was standing by my bed. Just looking at me.
The next day, I pulled its head off. My sister threw something at me, I threw something back at her (and hit her). My mom gave me an can of whoop ass.
I can live with the ass whooping. But I still remember that creepy doll.
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Dolls still freak me out.
Then you should stop looking at this picture.
I'd ask why the freak factor but then dolls might freak me out.
Us kids, three of us, boys and girls, all shared the same big bedroom when we were kids. A two bedroom house was all the old man could afford. Anyway, my sister insisted on her big ass plastic dools sitting on chairs when she went to bed. I swear those fucking things would stare at me all night long.
One night I woke up from a nightmare that the biggest one was standing by my bed. Just looking at me.
The next day, I pulled its head off. My sister threw something at me, I threw something back at her (and hit her). My mom gave me an can of whoop ass.
I can live with the ass whooping. But I still remember that creepy doll.
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