Nightmare fuel

I'm a pretty tolerant man, but I really really hate this stuff:

This one looks like it was made from parts found in the morgue.

Wait, why does this boy have a hole in his back?!

If there's one thing that gives me the freaking creeps, it's ventriloquist dummies.

They found the other butcher shop clerks buried under Jenkin's sycamore tree.

(Ask me about the one antique dummy at that auction years ago that wouldn't stop looking at me... no matter where in the room I moved to. Brrrr.)

WAIT, HIS LIPS REALLY AREN'T MOVING!

Anyway, HERE'S a Flickr dump of pictures of more ventriloquist dummies than I can safely handle... have fun.

Hold me.

I'll be sleeping in the corner of my room with the lights on and two machetes in my hands...