User blog:AustinDR/Demon Toy

So watching "The Crying Dame" reminds me of that one time I had a toy. While it didn't make some catchy song, it was just as creepy. When I was young, I went as Po for Halloween. Po was one of the main characters from that weird British TV show Teletubbies. You know, the show about these weird alien creatures that conditions children into mindless sheep for the New World Order? I don't remember myself as being much of a fan of the show, but I went as the little red one for Halloween. After  that, for whatever reason, my aunt decided to sew it up for me, so I could have it as a toy. To make a long story short, that abomination for a stuffed toy was horrifying. I had several nightmares about this toy throughout my childhood. In them, Po would grow to the size of one of those monsters you would see in a Godzilla movie. She had sharp fangs, a deep, demonic voice, which also echoed. In my dreams, either Po would try to kill me, kidnap me, or keep me from returning home. Throughout my dreams, Po was always the victor. I slept by myself for the most part, which was bad, because I was alone in that room with that evil, evil toy.

I asked my mom to get rid of the toy, but she never would because she didn't want to make her sister-in-law upset that I didn't like the gift. So instead, she locked it up in the shed for some years. When I grew up some more, I went to the shed to help my mom with something, but I paused up and screamed my lungs out seeing my old enemy. It was dark in the shed, with Po being partially illuminated by the rays of sunlight that peeked through the door. Thankfully, my mom finally had enough of this, and she put Po on the street to be picked up by the garbage men. And from that point on, Po never appeared in any of my dreams. I swear, she was practically the lovechild of Freddy Krueger and the Devil.

To this day, I still believe that my Po doll was possessed. I just wonder if anyone who stumbled  upon it suffered nightmares as well.