Mrs Beasley

I remember visiting my Aunt & Uncle's home when I was five years old...I was totally creeped out by that doll.....My cousin had told me that she was afraid of the doll but was forced to play it, (Mrs Beasley was a gift from a grandparent)....We cut a small hole in Mrs Beasley's body, afterwards we stuffed some hamburger meat and some chicken into the hole and gave MRs BEasly to the family dog... We still talk about how the dog just ripped the doll to pieces in front of my aunt....All that was left was her head with her bi-focals.