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Jun 07, 2008 01:04

Okay, so I'd like to go to bed.

I really would.

But I can't. Really kind of can't. Damn it.

We had people at the house today installing our AC - so there was a dropcloth over my bed and when I went to take it off, there was Yan. God, if my mother weren't sleeping right now I'd march up there and kick her ass.

Yan, for those who don't know - which would be pretty much everybody - is a child-sized doll wearing ridiculously old-fashioned Dutch clothing (wooden shoes and all, I kid you not) that belonged to my Grandmother - and he's freaky as all Hell.

I mean, I am kind of petrified of him. It is a paralyzing, completely illogical fear stemming from when I was about three. (He is yet another object that I attempted to remove evil spirits from as a kid ... though I don't think it took.) My mom does this to me because she thinks that it's funny that it scares me. (Which it probably is, really, don't get me wrong.)

Because that doll is freaking possessed. His eyes glow in the freaking dark. And he's in my freaking bed.

... this might take a while.

yeah so i'm three-and-a-half?, babble, dolls are evil - trust me, family

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