Of me being afraid of the Crypt Keeper and its all because of this fucking doll.
I had just given my brother a bath because he wet the bed. While I'm getting him dressed Tales from the Crypt comes on and like any kid hes curious about it. So of course I told him what was up and asked him if he wanted me to put it on something else, thinking he was scared.
So he shrugged it off and said "Only babies would be afraid of that". It hit me like a ton of bricks. All those nights I would get chased around with that fucking doll. The way the doll haunted my dreams as it laughed endlessly in the night, sitting on the top shelf in the hall closet.
It was fucking torture and I can't believe anyone could tell me that only babies would be afraid of it.
Of course when when I mentioned it to my mother she recalled the times where she would pull out the doll and scare me with it...she laughed quite alot.
She said she was only doing it because I was bad. Well you know what, dropping a toaster into the tub while your kid is taking a bath just because he/she was bad doesn't make it any less then child abuse.
Later in the day, I go to get some Kool-Aid and my mother is sitting in the kitchen with a picture of the Crypt Keeper over her face. I go into the freezer for ice and in classic murder fashion as soon as I close the door, BAM! I'm screaming like a bitch, covered in Kool-aid.
Maybe its me but I don't get why they're attacking me like this. The Crypt Keeper is a scary fucker if you're a kid. The laugh and his face just make me squirm everytime I'd think bout how I hid in my closet(the kind with those thick sliding doors) while my mom hid in the darkness waiting for me to come out so she could get a quick scare out of me.
