It's only a dolly. A plastic baby dressed in a pink satin skirt with a leopard print accent. A slutty little Chucky-like killer doll. I know she sits up and grimaces at me whenever I turn my head.
Hold on, I'm going to move the thing.
That was dumb. Now it's staring at me. Wait a sec. . .
I've wrapped it in a blanket and threw a pillow over it.
It didn't help. I'm getting out of here. It's late and I'm going to bed. I'll uncover the dolly so she won't get pissed at me. However I'm sure the dolly will still follow me upstairs.
I'm concerned, but the dolly will get Debbie first. Deb's side of the bed is closest to the door.
I might make it out of this thing alive after all.
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