I mean it doesn't have an effect on me now...but sometimes I look at those dolls and shudder at the thought of them running...following...waiting....speaking....[u]killing...[/u] some days I stare at the end of my bed, expecting to blink and see them sitting there. A cold soulless stare. And I'll be forced to accept my fate. And I'll run. And run. And run. I'll finally escape.... But the exit is gone There is no exit Not for this dream. Never for that dream

That's horrible....

I had a lot of -blam!-ed up dreams has a kid. It's why I used to never play horror games....and then I played five nights. Although I never went to chuck e cheese, I went like once, and yeah they were kind of creepy, but I think the doll thing is one of the reasons the game kind of scares me...the idea of these totally harmless things lurking is just....jesus Christ man. Can't even explain it... It was just a terrible recurring dream....a terrible...terrible dream