Personal Narrative: Killer Dolls

Killer dolls. Everyone probably dreams of them in their lifetime, especially after the infamous “Chucky” film, or finds them somewhat eerie. I however, have always loved dolls, especially barbies. I didn’t brush their hair or dress them up, or have them ride around my house in Barbie’s pink mustang convertible. Instead, I loved creating and playing stories with barbies, stories involving dragons, princes and princesses, kings and queens, and knights and villains. These stories often contained all the elements of a good plot line, with expositions, rising actions, climaxes, falling actions, and resolutions. Many of them, in my opinion, could have been good enough to become Hollywood blockbusters. I enjoyed playing with other dolls too, not just …show more content…
It was a cheap, bald baby doll, which wore a simple purple onesie. He was quite generic, but he was one of the only presents my father had ever given me, so I loved him dearly. I used him in every game I played, and I kept him right next to my head on my bed. He was with me almost 24/7. Then, the nightmares started. Almost every night I went to sleep with the doll, I dreamed of dolls coming to life and trying to hurt me. I would get up thirsty and leave my room to get a glass of water, and when I’d come out of the kitchen, there would be a barbie walking to me, politely letting me know that it wanted to kill me. Or, I would leave my room in the middle of the night to go to my mom’s room, feeling scared, and my sister’s porcelain doll would be out of its box and staring at me. Or, most commonly, I would walk into the kitchen and open the dishwasher to find my generic baby doll in there, stretching his hand out to either tickle me to death or strangle me (it varied from dream to dream). These were dreams with killer dolls, just like Chucky. But it wasn’t a one-time thing, like when a person watches a horror movie and has a bad dream about it. They were constant, perpetual dreams of dolls trying to kill me, night after …show more content…
While it was terrifying, and had me scared of dolls for years after, I believe it was a learning experience. That cheap, generic baby doll showed me that fear can’t control me, I have the power to control it, if I only learn how. As good old FDR once said, “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”. If one doesn’t know how to control their fear, especially irrational fears, some fairly unpleasant things may happen, as they did to me. However, if someone learns how to take hold of a situation and remain calm, they will have nothing to fear. I put my faith in dream catchers, and I became confident that I could beat my fear. When I finally asked my dad to take the doll away, taking control of the situation, my nightmares stopped. So, I’ve decided to thank that doll which I had always believed to be cursed for teaching me how to deal with fear, something I need as I grow older and gain more responsibility. I also thank my doll for introducing me to Native American culture, something my mother and I have grown very fond of ever since we discovered dream catchers. We decided to go to a powwow a couple of years after this incident, where I saw several dancers and looked at various Native American trinkets and toys which were being sold around the area. There, my father bought me a huge dream catcher with a painting of a wolf on it, which now hangs in my kitchen. My mother also bought