This one was found on Boston.com’s The Big Picture – Sydney’s doll hospital: 3 generations of doll repair
Gosh, I HATE these kind of dolls and vowed my children would never have one. Well, that was until my mother-in-law gave my daughter one and I just stood there silent and helpless.
I actually have a scary story about her doll. Well, scary to me. In the middle of the night I woke up hearing some kind of creepy rhythmic clicking. I turned on the lights and walked over to the dining room where our battery operated baby swing was swinging away. As I walked over to turn it off, I noticed that DaughterGeeding left her baby doll swaddled in the swing. It was one of those dolls that closed its eye when placed in a horizontal position, and opened them when in a vertical position. So when I looked at the doll as it rocked back and forth, it kept opening and closing its eyes as it swung, as if it was taunting me.
As for whether or night I slept the rest of the night with the lights on, I’ll neither confirm or deny it.