genesplicer posted:

but the worst memory was my clown doll. It was large, and my mom put it in the chair right next to my door (This was when I was about 8 or 9). I was terrified of that drat thing. I imagined that it would come to life in the dead of night, scamper to my bed, and kill me in my sleep. I eventually managed to damage it enough that mom got decided it couldn't be repaired any longer and finally got rid of it. When I saw Poltergeist, all that came flooding back.