Patty

I went to an annual meeting for one of my theater groups yesterday. I arrived a little late and let myself into the host’s home. Upon entering the split-level home, I was on a staircase landing. I looked up to see this.


At first glance, I thought this was a live, little girl. It continued to freak me out during dinner when I’d catch sight of her out of my peripheral vision.


I didn’t dare ask about the doll directly, but I heard, from another guest, that her name is Patty, she has different sets of clothes, and she is moved around the house. I can’t imagine living with Patty. I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night for fear she’d come alive like Chucky and poke me with a butcher knife. I’d have to lock her in a closet as soon as it got dark. Actually, I'd probably have to keep her locked in a closet all the time. She creeps me out!