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CHUCKY-THE
DOLL THAT WON'T DIE!!!
Why would we try to sell a doll head and arm, in beat up
condition, on Ebay?
Well, perhaps after you've heard the story...
Chucky was an old child's doll, over 20 years old. At a
birthday party about one year ago, some rambunctious
boys (and one girl) ripped Chucky into near smithereens.
The room was strewn with stuffing and doll parts, and
all that was left after the dust cleared was Chucky's
arm and head.
Then things got weird!
The kids decided that the remains of Chucky must go. So,
Max and Jack and Electra took the partial toy out into
the yard and knocked him high into a tree with a
baseball bat. They left him in the tree and came into
the house. About 2 hours later, they went out to check
Chucky, and his head was in a completely different
position! Perhaps it was the wind? A shifting of the
tree? They don't think so! They went back into the house
and checked again a while later. This time, Chucky's arm
had shifted from the left side to the right side of his
missing body. No wind, no rain, no odd geological
occurrences, just Chucky shifting sides in the tree.
They ran inside screaming about what they'd seen. Of
course, there was not a single adult in the house who
believed them.
He did not change positions again for several days, just
remained in the tree looking down at anybody who looked
up.
A week later, they found Chucky laying on the ground
under the tree, face up, staring up at anybody who
looked down.
They picked him up and threw him in the trash. A week
later, they found him in the toy room, in a drawer.
Throughout the next few months, Chucky started showing
up in strange places and strange positions, so the boys
(and one girl) started writing messages on his face and
cut his hair, to make certain it was indeed Chucky that
was reappearing in drawers and boxes.
Finally, in a fit of exasperation, Grandma grabbed the
mysterious head and arm and buried him in an unknown
plot on her half acre. Chucky was finally put to rest!!!
So we thought.
3 weeks later, Max was looking for a swim suit in a
trunk in the dining room. He opened the lid, and under a
blanket, to Max's horror, there was Chucky, partially
covered in twigs, dirt and gravel. The kids asked
grandma where she had buried him. She directed them to
an unused corner of the lot, and there was a freshly dug
hole where Chucky had been buried, and a definite trail
indicating something had dragged itself across the yard
toward the house!
Grandma swears she did not put the body less head in the
trunk. Grampa swears he did not know where Chucky had
been buried. Suddenly, this prank seemed to become a
true skin crawling monster story.
The entire family now has a severe case of the creeps.
We don't want to burn him or take him to the dump for
fear he'll reappear and completely freak us out.
Our best idea for ridding ourselves of Chucky forever is
to sell him on Ebay to someone far away who won't mind
having the crawly feelings that comes from owning
CHUCKY-THE DOLL THAT WON'T DIE!! |
