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What is it about these plastic-faced dolls that’s so creepy? Forgive the silly post today. But this was the image awaiting me when I came out to the front room this morning: the little Chucky doll, sitting on the futon, beckoning me into his sick, little world.

It struck me as funny. Why was he sitting there just so? I don’t really want to think about it. It’s too scary.

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