well, as a child i had sesame street toys. spesifically an ernie (how ever you say it) doll
one night, at around 1-3 am i am sure... i woke up. i started to look down from my bunk bed in hopes to sneak off and get food. and i swear i saw the doll's fake eyebrows move to show a more angered face. i got back and bed and started shouting for my mother. they weren't waking up and i was paralyzed. like i couldn't move.
eventually i pass out again.
the next day i was crying asking if mom heard me yelling for her. she said i was asleep the whole time.
the 8 year old little girl that pissed her self in fear that night was not happy to hear that.
in basic. fuck toys. fuck nightmares. fuck my 8th year alive.