The year is 1998

I'm dressed in a black sweater, blue jeans and black boots. I was just dropped off at my house, I was on a date with Brad. He drives a moop.

I kiss Brad good night, he tries some lame excuse to come inside, i shoot it down.

I walk upstairs into my bedroom. I try and turn the light on but the power is out. I walk further into the room to try the lamp and I hear my door slam shut. It startles me and I knock the lamp over.

Next I see all of my old Gweny dolls walking towards me. My old doll have come alive or something. They look mechanical.

They are holding ropes and the dolls all work together to tie me up.

First a lasso is wrapped around my legs. I loose balance and fall backwards. As I land on by back my midriff gets exposed and the dolls start climb on me.

Im bewildered, I'm scared I'm in shock as the dolls all climb on me, talking amongst themselves.

"Now it's our turn to play with you" one says

"Let's see if her head comes off" another says.

I let out a loud shreik of terror and trie swatting these things off of me.