It was uncle Delbert and what he thought were his funny tricks. Drinking a fifth of white lightening just might do that to you, but weren’t no excuse.
He’d come round visiting, so drunk he’d barely stand up, but quick enough with his knife to whip the head off my latest doll. Never knew why he’d be so mean.
I was the only kid in town with decapitated Barbies. Kids called me Wednesday and worst.
When Delbert died, it come to me to clean up his place for the estate agents. There they was — each and every doll head I ever had
Some found new life as whiskey and white lightening stoppers, others ashtrays, egg cups, ice cube forms – his whole house was littered with them.
Had my parents given me so many dolls – I doubted it. Then a very creepy feeling had me back out of the house – we sold it as it.
With fingers crossed no one wanted an addition or extensive landscaping.
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Photo Challenge # 139 (image by Andre Govia)
November 18, 2016 at 5:00 pm
Wow, Sounds like cutting off the heads of her dolls was actually the least creepy and terrible thing her uncle did. I had a feeling. Nice write. Very creepy.
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November 19, 2016 at 7:41 am
Very creepy picture calling out for a very creepy story!
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November 19, 2016 at 12:32 pm
I agree, I’m still thinking what I should write with the doll heads.
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November 19, 2016 at 3:51 pm
Tough one — some very varied responses so far.
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November 16, 2016 at 3:03 pm
Creepy
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November 18, 2016 at 12:39 am
The photo got me thinking of white lightening bottle stoppers and my dark mind just went from there.
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