Those dolls that blink by themselves are really creepy. But if they know you're afraid they'll follow you home and you'll wake up in the morning with their eyes staring and blinking at you. And they'll latch on to your face saying oh so sweetly, "Don't you love me?"
"NO," you'll say, "NO," you'll scream, but alas, to no avail. They have trouble letting go. Stab and tear at them all you want. It does no good. They do not die. Unless...unless you burn them. That is the only way.
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