There’s something rather sinister about dolls, don’t you think? I’m going to step back and let you judge for yourselves. No introduction needed.
Except for this.
This first doll was my mum’s. Hi, Moose! Remember her? This was back in 1983, but I still have her – good as new. I’m guessing that she belonged to you somewhere about 1940? Do you remember what her name is?
Now, I’m not exactly calling your doll sinister, Moose. But, take a look at a few of these others; dolls or heads or…
These dolls are most certainly chanting “Yes, Master” over and over again:
And, these are particularly creepy:
And this one? Yikes!
Some might say cute:
I think not!
I’m surrounded by heads!
And, when you’re not looking – they come to life, like in “Toy Story”!
This is their leader:
They always obey her.
All I can say, is: