early last night, my roommate and i read this and before going to bed i reminded her that she has a stitch doll on her bed. we were so excessively paranoid that we had to lock it up. at first we thought about dixie's room (mean i know, but she hadn’t read the story), and then the bathroom lockers, and then decided on putting it in the big drawer and taping it shut. i dont understand how reading a story could make us so afraid. i would say that i dont believe the story, but then why else would it frighten me? and if any teddy bear can be possessed then the one i keep on my bed might as well be locked up too. nah, that's taking the story way too far.

as a kid, maggie cat would sleep in bed with me, and my brother had sealie the stuffed seal. i guess they were comforting. man, it's sick and twisted to make stuffed animals scary.