Dolls really creep me out, but my mom never really got the message. She bough, like, TEN baby dools with silly *cough* creepy *cough* faces when I was 5 and placed them right across my bed. I fell asleep looking at them, and I woke up looking at them. My dad knew I hated them, so once, right before I woke up, he placed the dolls right beside my bed, and hid a recorder nearby that was on, whispering "I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you..." I lost my shit that day.
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