My mum's doll
My mammy has this creepy, horrible doll that she was given as a child. It's ceramic, about two feet in length with staring glassy eyes, eerily realistic blond hair, one of those little bitey-teethy mouths, and is pure evil in a blue satin dress. She was never allowed to play with it as a child - it always had to be kept in its plain brown cardboard box that resembles nothing less than a possessed dolly's coffin.

My mammy threw out my childhood toys, and yet the Daughter of Chucky remains tucked away at the back of her wardrobe. At least, I hope it's at the back of the wardrobe. I would be unsurprised yet very, very frightened to learn that it's Not Where It's Supposed To Be.

My revenge is twofold:
1) put mammy in a home when she's too old to fight back;
2) throw that china carcass of Satan in the firey pits of Mordor.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Thu 14 Aug 2008, 20:22, 2 replies)

My Grandma had something like that
She bought it for my family in late old age, and no-one could bring themselves to claim they liked it - in fact we all knew we were all scared of it - but we couldn't take it down from the sideboard for fear of retribution. It's still there even now she's dead. There's something about it that screams "don't fuck with me". Personally I'd get rid of it pronto but I guess my parents are scared. I know they never liked it when Grandma was alive.
(lost, Thu 14 Aug 2008, 23:03, closed)

Hmm
The question that springs to mind is "Who makes these damn things?"

I have a perfect visualisation of said creepy doll...
(Fluke feels bitter as well as thick, Sun 17 Aug 2008, 22:33, closed)