When I was about 5 or 6, my brother (about 9) had a Horror club with his friends, making a corner of the cellar their clubhouse. I had a doll that I loved. She was as tall as me, with a soft body, arms & legs (ragdoll style), plastic face & “blonde” yarn hair peeking out of her bonnet (that was permanently attached). One day I couldn’t find her. I looked all over, and finally decided to look in my brother’s clubhouse…and there she was. She was hanging from a noose with fake blood smeared all over her and a small gardening hand-rake stuck into her back. (Yeah, Mom put an end to his club right then & there.)
When I was about 5 or 6, my brother (about 9) had a Horror club with his friends, making a corner of the cellar their clubhouse. I had a doll that I loved. She was as tall as me, with a soft body, arms & legs (ragdoll style), plastic face & “blonde” yarn hair peeking out of her bonnet (that was permanently attached). One day I couldn’t find her. I looked all over, and finally decided to look in my brother’s clubhouse…and there she was. She was hanging from a noose with fake blood smeared all over her and a small gardening hand-rake stuck into her back. (Yeah, Mom put an end to his club right then & there.)