No, this isn’t a post about the recent U.S. election. If you’re somehow still hungry for that sort of thing, just scroll your Facebook feed and you’ll be plenty satisfied.
This post won’t be as heavy as all your friends’ opinions on the impending doom/bright future of the United States. Not as heavy, but SO MUCH MORE SCARY.
Have you ever ventured out to an estate sale? If you haven’t, you must this very weekend. Even if you don’t buy anything, you’ll still be glad you went, once you get past the possibility that you might be BUYING A DEAD PERSON’S BELONGINGS.
That’s not even the scary part! We’re getting there…
Estate sales can be full of entertainment, wonder, and insightful conversations. Chat it up with someone there, or the people running it, and they usually know a lot about your city, items you see in the house, or they somehow know your cousin. Funny how even big cities can feel like small towns sometimes.
Get to the point, man! OK, sorry, once I get to talkin’…
Over the years I’ve seen some extremely unique, eclectic items. The most recent that I picked up was this lamp.
Cool, right? But unfortunately, for every amazing discovery, there’s a frightening one. Now we get to the scary part!
Behold, exhibit A.
Need I say more? This was from a recent estate sale and no, I did not ask anything at all about it. I even tried to avoid eye contact.
I’m sure there’s a cute and harmless story about it and it’s not a Chucky-like doll that, when the night falls, turns into a freaky, big-foreheaded,chaps-wearing, plaid-shirted, killing machine.
Also, hey, you gotta share this post within 24 hours of reading it or else the doll will show up at your house TONIGHT!!!
-Out of the Wilderness