Tristen

I only remember a fragment of this nightmare. I must have been about 5 years old when I had it.

I was sitting in my room, alone. I had this cabbage patch doll in my hands and I was brushing it's hair and singing to it. I remember singing to it so it would be nice to me. I guess I had a feeling that the doll was evil and that it would attack me if I stepped out of line. I was telling it how pretty and nice it was and I noticed it start to move. It began to growl and it started shaking. It's growl turned into a scream and it tackled me down and started choking me. I grabbed the doll and threw it and then I woke up.