You know what isn't exciting?
|This creepy ass doll.|
My mom inherited this from my wickedly awesome aunt whom recently passed away. I love her like crazycakes. And I totally respect my mom's wishes... But...
This fucking thing is really creepy.
In fact, it's watching me right now. So I have to be quick with this post...
The other day, I walked in on Jasmyn... Just hanging out and talking to it.
|She was eating lunch and I heard her talking to someone. So, I look over to see who she is talking to...|
|...And this is what I see...|
|Me: Jazz... Are you talking to the doll?|
|Jazz: She's creepy and weird... And I like it.|
I think that pretty much proves that I'm dealing with a haunted object! It's just like that old show, Friday the 13th. No, not the movies... Remember that show? The one where the redhead and that dude would go and find all those objects that were cursed to lock them up in some vault.
|This show was awesome... I hope someone else remembers it!|
That's exactly what I want to do with this thing. Lock it in a vault!!!!
Still not convinced? Watch this...
Good luck sleeping tonight.