We already know, just because we don't address you doesn't mean we didn't see it. And also, this thread needs more Ben.
Yep. I am. Have always been. I hated it when they gave me dolls for presents, I had nightmares of them creeping out of the wardrobe where I locked them and walking towards my bed, or just moving their eyes to show me they could see me. Dolls are an awful thing.
XD I had one. It's a bad story because it was one of the things that my aunt, who died, had left me... So I couldn't get rid of it or lock it away with all the others. It had a sister. I had them separated just in case. I used to take the clown to my brothers' bedroom because it was a boy and he had to be with boys... It always came back to my room, right on top of the dresser at my bed's feet. I had to put something in front of it to be able to sleep >_<
I utterly refuse to click any of those links. I get scared enough by watching the twilight zone at 8:00 pm.
This is the shortest known horror story ever written: The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door.
The only reason that this doesn't scare me is because I play so much Team Fortress Classic. I'm used to low-polygon characters. Aaaanyway, here's the print error 2 that Nintendo put in the Game Boy Camera.
