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Porcelain doll story-
I was like 11 and my aunt had brought me back a porcelain doll from Chile and I loved it... it was sooooo beautiful and I lvoed it more then the other 2 that I had at the time. Well, one night, I couldn't sleep and I just stared at my doll trying to fall asleep... But I didn't because as I started to drift off, it moved it's head to teh side... I screamed SO LOUD for my mom that I might have woke my neighbours.... scariest thing of my life... I threw it out a year after that. It scared me far too much.
The scariest thing: when I was four, my brother and sister and I were playing hide and seek. We always played until the player who was "it" had found the others. My Dad was in the military and had a duffle bag left on my parents bedroom floor. I crawled into it and pulled the flaps up so it just looked like a duffle bag. My sister was "it" and had found my older brother. While searching for me, I heard them going past me a couple of times. I tried to contain myself but let out a snicker anyway. They found me but pretended they didn't. Acting coy they said oh, well. we can't find him. let's just lock up Dad's bag and go outside. They put the padlock on the bag hasp and I was trapped, crunched up in that bag until my Dad got home later that night (he had just left for work on his Coast Guard ship-no phone at all). I screamed and kicked but couldn't get out. I know I passed out a couple times before I got out. And to this day, I'm extremely claustaphobic and hate dufflebags!
OMGSH! That's awful... your brother & sister must've gotten into BIG trouble when your dad found you.
And yeahh... I never really feared dolls until that horrible night. And everyone is surprised that Barbies never scared me after that. I simply responded with "All I would have to do is call her fat and she would run to the nearest bathroom and make herself throw up".
My wife had saved a Chatty Cathy doll I didn't know about. One day I was looking for clean change of clothes for the baby. The clothes was in the cabinet above her closet. I slid the door to the side and the doll fell out onto me. I totally wigged! (the doll blinks it's eyes!!)
Omgsh! I've even had a dream about my Molly Doll from The Big Confy Couch when I was like 9. I had a dream that he came to life and kept trying to kill me. All dolls hate me.
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