Around that time I watched a few movies where dolls came to life and killed people. It didn’t affect me but so much, there were a few dolls I gave away after that. I only gave the ones away that looked like they had a potential of coming to life.
Some dolls just had that ‘look’, you know what I mean? But not my baby doll in her walker- she didn’t even come out of the walker. What could she do?
Excuse me while I clear my throat.
I had just played with her earlier that day in fact. I had turned her off and left her in the corner behind me so I could sit at the kitchen table to color. My baby doll would wait for me, like she always did, until it was time for us to play together again. It was that simple.
So here I was in my little chair, with my little crayons and color book. Coloring was soothing or at least I thought so. It was dark outside; in fact it was almost bedtime. A storm had come up, bringing lightning and thunder with it. The rain knocked against the window gently as the storm passed. It didn’t bother me though because I was coloring, I was focused and relaxed.
I was doing a bang up job on keeping it inside the lines, when this demon-spawned from the pits of Hell itself, shot across my kitchen; kicking her legs, waving her arms, laughing, and screaming mama! She was halfway across the kitchen before I realized what was happening. She moved so fast that she bounced off the opposite wall and spun around- heading for me. Ladies and gentlemen, I levitated off of that seat.
I was still in the air by the third time I screamed MAMA! My parents were still sitting on the couch when I sprung from the table into their laps. They hadn’t had time to move. When they asked me what was wrong I was still screaming when I said “She’s alive!”
Of course no one was in a hurry to get into the kitchen, my dad was laughing as he stood up. FYI this is serious! I had strategically placed myself behind them when we reached the kitchen. She had of course stopped by then, she sat there in the middle of the kitchen looking at me like, “Ha ha- they’ll never believe you. You’re mine!”
They half way believed me when I said she shot across the kitchen, I think they were giving me the benefit of the doubt anyway. My mom crouched down beside it and poked at it, all the while I’m thinking ‘that’s probably not a good idea’.
Suddenly, she shot away from my mom in the opposite direction. I felt all the blood drain from my body down into my toes. They almost lost me. My mom laughed and followed her, she picked her up- walker and all to examine her.
“Are you sure you turned her off?”
WHAT kind of a stupid question is that? Of course I turned her off; throw her outside before she gets us all!
“Here’s your problem, you didn’t turn her stroller off.”
My mom flicked the stroller switch off and sat her back down. She picked up her remote and looked at it.
“You did turn her remote off though.”
My dad left the room laughing.
“What does that matter? She was off! I didn’t hit any buttons.” I exclaimed.
“Well, maybe her wires got crossed or something. She’s off now. Let’s go to bed.”
The only thing that crossed her wires was a demon, I thought to myself.
You want to know who didn’t sleep that night? Me. I waited there in my room for her to come for me, every creak, every sound was her creeping up to my bedroom door.
Spoiler alert, she didn’t get me.
And I got the last laugh, when my mom came around with the bag to put old toys in to donate- guess who went in it?
Wires my back side— Demon spawn!