My mother had a large shirley Temple doll when she was a little girl, whose eyes followed her...literally. She hated that doll an it ended up buried somewhere, only to resurface when she was much older. She would not tell me the rest of the story until i begged her and made a promise not to ask my aunt about it and to not mention it again after she told me.

She gave the doll to my cousin. Why she did this, I can't imagine. She says that she had convinced herself that she was imangining things as a child herself, but seriosly?

Anyway my cousin was playing with the doll one day when my aunt comes in and finds the doll talking to my cousin!! So she promptly freaks the fu*k out and takes the doll away. My uncle buried it, in pieces , as it continued to laugh up a storm.

That shi* is evil.

I asked my aunt about it against my mums wishes and she simply said she didnt want to talk about it.