|why is this so terrifyingly familiar...|
It's almost as good as when she set up Josh's shakra doll outside of the bathroom so it'd be waiting for me with extended arms and a dazed look on its face. Or when she dared Josh to, a year later, hide the same doll in my bed. The doll was 3 ft tall and had shakra lines drawn all over it. And they thought it was hysterical to hear me shriek and have convulsions because I was 100% sure the doll would come alive and murder me. Who cares if I was 25 when this happened.
It was horrifying in that truly OH HOLY GOD sense.