Chucky Parte 1 -

She pushed the door open. Andy was still asleep. The doll sat propped against the pillow, its plastic face frozen in a friendly smile. Its eyes, though — those button-blue eyes — seemed darker than before. Almost alive.

The first kill wouldn’t happen until the next night — the babysitter who thought she heard a rat in Andy’s closet. But the curse had already taken root the moment Karen closed that bedroom door. chucky parte 1

Behind her, in the dark, the doll’s head turned. She pushed the door open

Some toys are made with love. Chucky was made with something else . in the dark

Karen shook it off. Tired mother, tired mind. She turned off the light.

The Good Guy’s First Smile

“Hi, I’m Chucky. Wanna play?”