What an Evil Little Doll
When I was four years-old I got a Patty Play Pal for Christmas. I loved her immediately; she was my height and if I walked with her next to me and held her arm back and forth she could walk with me. She was my friend!
That first night, I slept with her. We lived in a one bedroom apartment in Silverlake so my bed was in the same room with my parents. My Raggedy Ann doll was set aside. In the middle of the night I woke up (or so I thought) to see my Raggedy Ann dragging Patty Play Pal by the hair, cackling an evil laugh. I sat up and screamed, "Raggedy Ann, you bring my Patty Play Pal back here!"
My parents jumped out of bed and that evil Raggedy Ann was forever banished to the toy box the next morning.
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