Nyagh! You just creeped my out big time with the Barbie thing. That reminds me of a house I remember from my childhood...*harp music flashback thing*
Back in my early childhood, we lived in a really woodsy, hick-town kind of place with a population of about 20, half of which were inbred cannibal-type people (or, at least, you'd think so). I don't know why we lived there, but we also picked a primo spot for the house: across the street from the creepiest freaking house you'll ever see in your entire life. It had it all: the front gate was rusty and dilapidated, the house was completely in shambles, with vines growing out of it and whatnot, and, to top it all off, two windows on top that looked like eyes, Amityville-style. Every night, at precisely 1:00 AM, the lights would turn on. I never saw anyone there, but I could make out a few weird shapes, like an upside-down cross and, oddly enough, a teddy bear. However, one night, when I was staring at the window (I did that for days), a shadowy figure appeared and, even though I couldn't see his face, he appeared to give me a stare that made my stomach turn icey. He then close the curtains, and the light started to flash different colors, like a rave or something. After a minute, the lights turned off. I never looked there again.
