When I was a kid, I really wanted a Kid Sister doll. Instead, my mom rented a movie. My whole family and I sat in my mom's room and watched Child's Play. Horrified, I watched a talking doll "come to life" and murder people. But what I remember the most is my little sister, Megan, curled up in a ball on the bed with her eyes tightly shut and her fingertips plugging her ears, trying to make the movie disappear. It was so sad and funny at the same time. Aw, I love my family, but seeing them scared is so entertaining.
Earlier this month, "Horror icon Chucky ran amok in Times Square for his 20th birthday."
I never wanted another doll ever again. And when my mom told me to water the plants in the garden and to pay special care to the cabbages because if I was good they'd grow up to be Cabbage Patch dolls, I never abided.
Dolls are scary.