scary-ass dolls and clowns…

… have this in common:  they are my enemies.  Me no likey, in a rather huge way.  So what is it about the movie with the scary-ass ventriloquist doll that turned into a clown that kept me glued to the tube?   Until 12:30?  And made me scurry up the stairs like a jackrabbit?    Arghhhhhhh.  Truly, at times my brain is that train wreck that you can’t look away from.