My uncle gave me a baby doll that would giggle and say "mama!" when you pressed its chest. Well, eventually I guess the batteries started to die or something and its voice turned into a verrrrry creepy, deep and slow "Ha ha ha HA HA HA!!! Maaaaaaama!! HA ha ha ha!" which was the most frightening thing on Earth, but even worse, the doll started going off BY ITSELF in the middle of the night. Oh man. *Crying and hiding under desk now*
I HATE porcelain dolls. They are so creepy. My grandma loves them. I think it has something to do with her being so poor when she was growing up and never being able to own one, and is making up for it now by owning 67.
She has the CREEPIEST one in her guest room. When I stay over, I have to turn it around so that it's not staring at me. Though it's ling curly hair and freaky hat is almost just as scary from behind.
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She has the CREEPIEST one in her guest room. When I stay over, I have to turn it around so that it's not staring at me. Though it's ling curly hair and freaky hat is almost just as scary from behind.
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