Chuckie.

Okay, so, like when people ask me why I hate the doctors, it's not because of shots, it's because of a, some what scaring memory.
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 When I was 5 I had a Strawberry Shortcake doll, but I played with alot so the red hair turned to a red-ish orange and it was starting to turn to an olive colour. 

So me and my mom go to the doctors for an annual check up. It was a-surprisingly cliche'-stormy night so the power was kinda in-and-out.  We check in and wait in our room for the nurse. Nothing wrong yet right?  Anyway, I sat in the chair for a while then put my (Creepy) Strawberry Shortcake doll in  the examining chair. Then the lights flicker off and the nurse comes in. It was Cindy (She usually watched scary movies at night, in this case, Chuckie).

 The room lights slowly. She stops,Her eyes widen so much I thought they were gonna pop out, Screams "AHHHH IT'S CHUCKIE!!!", Drops her tray, and runs out of the room.

After about 10 minutes of listening to muffled cries & talking, she comes back in, apologies and stick a harpoon in my arm.

1. Okay, so it wasn't a harpoon, 
2. They were taking blood. 
3.  It hurt.

After the blood sucking, she gave me a lolly, and sent us on our way.     

I threw out the doll that night. 

But the strange thing is that my sister (who wasn't alive during that creepy night) came in my room about a week ago, showed me a dirty Strawberry Shortcake doll and said,

" She missed you."