In Kingston, Demi slept in an upstairs guest bedroom while Richard, Aaron, and I crashed in the basement. One night Demi came downstairs, plopped a rather creepy, starey-eyed doll on a table, and said, "This is Molly. She'll be staying with you guys tonight." We had to turn her face to the wall in order to get any sleep...
*shudder*
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That is a creepy doll. I had one like that once too and relegated it to my closet because I couldn't stand it in my room as I was trying to sleep. But because it had belonged to some old aunt or other, my mom kept taking it out of the closet and putting it on my dresser. Then I'd move it again. And on and on...
Ugh, dolls just freak me out. My aunt used to collect the porcelain ones, and when I tried to sleep in her living room surrounded by display cases I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by dozens of little glass eyes...
The look in Dem's eyes scares me WAY MORE than that doll! The "evil child" strikes again. ;)
Well, we're used to Demi's evilness. The doll's was new. ;D
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