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I think I’ve mentioned my dislike of dolls a time or two (hundred) in previous blogs.

I find them disturbing , unsettling and more than a little creepy.

So imagine my horror when my husband dragged me to an antique store where I saw this….

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Yikes!

As if the naked zombie baby with the dead eyed stare isn’t bad enough, it was flanked by two jars of disembodied heads and body parts.

And further on?

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A bald, one eyed, broken necked abomination. With teeth!

Needless to say I was not enjoying this little shop of horrors and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse? My husband went upstairs…

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And found what had to be Rosemary Woodhouse’s black bassinet.

Yes, black.

That has the devil written all over it.

Stumbling backward out of the room, I came face to face with this monstrosity…

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Tell me that face isn’t waiting for you to fall asleep so it can steal your soul.

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Holy crap!

This one is so happy she stole your soul she’s about to start chewing on your liver as an after dinner snack.

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Oh sweet Jesus…

What fresh hell is this?

No eyes, no brains.

I’ll be seeing these freakish zombie horrors in my dreams for weeks.

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