I used to believe…
whenever i was younger, i had a large porcelin doll collection in my room. they were all set up on a dresser that was next to my bed. whenever i couldn't sleep at night, i would look at my porcelin dolls and i could swear their mouths were moving! i thought they were thinking of ways to kill me in my sleep, and after about a week of those damn dolls and their moving mouths, i packed up my dolls suddenly and took them to the attic, without even giving an explanation to my mom...
