He Who Softens
Okay. The part about Snuggle Bear just bounced into my head
looking at Snuggle fabric softener. No, really. Something about those
beady little eyes. Upon formulating the evil bent I would take him in, I
recalled the third story of the classic Trilogy of Terror with Karen
Black. The pitter patter of little feet in the darkness of one’s own home
sends shivers down a person’s spine. As cheesy as it sometimes is,
the Zuni Fetish Doll still instills fright and it is a shame that Richard
Matheson has taken to disparaging the very genre that bought him a
nice home in Calabasas. But I’ll save that rant for my blog.
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