In general, I’m not afraid of dolls.
But they do have the potential to be super creepy.
I loved (but also kinda hated) this book in middle school.
And a recent trip to the flea market reminded me that I wouldn’t want to spend the night in a flea market.
She’s for sale! I dare you to take her home.
Now she looks sweet.
Still not having a slumber party here though.
Sure she’s smiling but all I can hear is a line from the Twilight Zone episode, Living Doll.
“My Name is Talky Tina, and you’d better be nice to me.”
A doll selfie.
She was in my attic.
Apparently I have unknowingly been sleeping in a house full of dolls.
Especially because she’d probably have to stop to pick up her hat.
And her hair.
But they’ve got their eyes on me.
So I’ll sleep with one eye open,
probably wondering where her other arm went…
but mostly trying not to imagine it stuck in a giant spider web.
If dolls don’t make you shudder, what creeps you out? I’d love to know!