CreepyWell, I wouldn't exactly say I'm afraid of them. But I gotta admit, some of them creep me the hell out. I remember watching raggedy Anne when I was little, and that's what did it. Not chucky, not puppet master... no raggedy freakin Anne! I feared that e'rytime I left the room, my dolls and stuffed animals were walking around in there. Therefore, out of fear I always treated my toys with kindness, not cuz imma nice person which I am (shutup Ford).. didn't want the lil bastards attacking me in my sleep. (not counting the stuffed bear whose back I slit open to hide my smokes in as a teen)
Now Imma grown *** woman, but still kinda think that they're alive oooooohhhhhh. I have a few precious dolls and stuffed animals left over from childhood that hold sentimental value. And every now and then.. when I think about it to long, I get the creeps. Oh and lets not even start on those dolls whose eyes open and close! wtf?!