Okay so back in the day we didn't have alot of moula. Like we were okay-ish but I got hand me downs.
One hand me down I received was a lifesize doll.
Who the f**k thought that was fun? Not like a My Buddy or Kid Sister. This thing was from the 1950's (?)
She was about 3.5' tall, had matted/knotted horsehair, and her eyes were a haunting crystal blue that closed if you laid her down. But she was old and one was always half closed. I HATED HER.
But my mom was so happy my g-ma kept her that I kept my little mouth shut and didn't complain when we brought her home.
The idea was that since she was my size I could play dress up with her, etc. But I was TERRIFIED of her. I would hide her in my closet and behind my door so I couldn't see her. I never played with her no matter how much I was encouraged to. She ended up being used as a "mannequin" to make my clothes and dance costumes hahaha.
I haven't thought about this f**king doll in 20+ years, until last night. When I had a dream.
In the dream I was in my childhood home but it looked different. Like I felt like I was at home but it didn't look like my home. It was bigger but still VERY 80's. Brown carpet, wood panel walls, yellow-ish lighting, window AC units, and smelled of stale cig smoke.
I was young-ish in the dream and was scared to death of being alone in the house. The air felt heavy and weird $hit would happen, like the lights going out and weird noises. My mom kept telling me I was being silly and there was nothing to be scared of until one day I went into my room (which was like twice the size of my actual room) and that f**king lifesize doll was sitting on the floor staring straight ahead. I yelled for mom and she was like "that's just Sally your new friend".
I always put her in the closet but when I would come back she was sitting on the floor staring straight at the door. I swore she was watching me. One day I was sitting on the floor under the fan playing with legos when the hair on my neck stood up. I just knew I wasn't alone. When I looked over my shoulder Sally's head was turned towards me.
I screamed bloody murder. When my mom came in she was normal and I was scolded for making her worry. I was barely sleeping because I was so terrified. I would run in the room, grab a toy and run out. Weird stuff was still happening and I was getting blamed for it.
I was punished in my room for being a sassy butthead. I was griping to myself while sitting on the floor coloring when I got that feeling again. My crayons flew across the room, my book flew the other way, my stuffed animals were floating and spinning in the air. I turned and yelled at Sally that I hated her!
Suddenly I was floating, I was trying to scream for my mom but I could barely make a squeak. I tried harder and harder but hardly any noise was coming out. I was flung into the wall which made enough noise for mom to come running in the room. She saw the chaos and was stunned for a second. She came to me to help me up and I was still trying to talk but couldn't. She was like "WHAT???"
I was sobbing trying to say its Sally! But it was barely a whisper. I looked and pointed at the doll and watched in horror as her head slowly turn to look at us and I turned my mom's head and tried to scream "I told you that doll was evil!!!!!"
She started shaking me as I was trying to get noise to come out. I woke up to hubs shaking me saying "hey, hey are you ok?!?!?"
I had another one of those f**king dreams that was so intense my sleeping form was "screaming" well more like whining so loud it woke up everyone else in the house.
