My parents are horror film freaks and exposed me to horror films way too early. I truly believed that all of my dolls came alive at night, and one in particular was evil. Everynight as I slept with my teddy- I would walk around the room and tell each and every one of my dolls that i loved them verrrrry much and would kiss them goodnight before turning them around so that they wouldn't try to kill teddy. After a while the evil doll really did start to move. I would memorize exactly where I left it-- and it was never the same when I returned. I finally asked my mother to burn the ugly doll and she agreed to do so.... My senior year of high school I walked in to my room to find that doll on my bed. I literally peed my pants and didn't talk to my mother for a week.
A childhood belief about family
others believed things like this
- My Sister Once Said That Polly Pocket Was A Real Girl That Got Shrunk To Doll Size And Turned Into A Doll.— Jamie
- i thought that if i dressed in my holly hobby doll's clothes, no one would be able to find me.— pikl
- When I was a child I used to believe that teddy bears could talk to me at night.— Daiana
- I used to talk with my teddy bear and I really thought he answered me.— Joy
- I thought that my Sheriff Woody doll could protect me if I was home alone.Anon
- I used to believe that my doll Kimberly was real and if I listened carefully, that I'd hear her speak!— Kristy