The Adventures Of Chucky And Annabelle

(My parents buy two baby dolls and my grandmother sews and crochets clothing for one of them. We are told it is to go somewhere as a raffle prize, but on my birthday I am presented with the baby doll as a gift. I love that doll, but eventually, she is given away to my cousins when I grow out of playing with her. Years later, after I have children of my own, Mum discovers she still has the second doll.)

Me: “Can I have it?”

Mum: “Why do you want it?’

Me: “It reminds me of my childhood.”

Mum: “Yeah, sure. Take it. Your brother wanted to put it on eBay.”

(I take it home and put it on my bed. I go back into the room later and take one look at the doll before taking it back to my parents.)

Me: “I was wrong. I don’t want the doll; sell it”

Mum: “What was wrong with it?”

Me: “I put it on my bed, and my first thought when I went back into the room was that it looked like a dead baby. It made my skin crawl and I remembered I don’t like dolls anymore.”

Mum: “What do you mean, you don’t like dolls? You had that favourite one that you took back after finding I gave it to [Niece].”

(I had found her in my niece’s toybox a couple of years before and had taken her home.)

Me: “I know I did, but she’s now somewhere in your shed.”

Mum: “How did she get in my shed?”

Me: “I put her there.”

Mum: “Why and when?”

Me: “It was right after I dreamed she was trying to murder me.”

Mum: “Ooh, now there’s no way I’m giving her back to [Niece].”