Thursday, February 26, 2015


In the rafters above the dance-floor of the nightclub I still do occasionally frequent, looking down upon the people as they gather to dance, is Chucky.

That horrible little red-haired demon-doll, much beloved in the Child’s Play series, is not the sort of thing you want, in the midst of a night of revelry, three or four drinks in or, god forbid, enjoying some fun club drugs, to see watching you from above, but there he is, called or uncalled, surveying the scene.

The first time I noticed him I had a panic attack and had to leave the building in order to calm myself down.

I’m not ashamed of this fact, frankly I think most of you in my place would be a little frightened, even if you wouldn’t admit it.

And even today, when I notice him, still there, still watching, I’m mildly unnerved. But only mildly, I don’t know how Chucky got up there, but it’s a goth bar and it’s not completely out of character with the rest of the d├ęcor. More than likely he was placed there for Halloween, or as an inside joke, and forgotten, and as such has remained to this day.

That’s almost certainly it, that and nothing more.

Or perhaps…

Perhaps that’s what he wants us to believe. Perhaps it’s what he wants us all to believe, what he’s been waiting for.

Perhaps he’s up there watching, waiting for us to forget about him, and the day that we finally do he’ll spring to life, leap down into the crowd and reign havoc upon the unsuspecting throng of people amassed for what we thought would be nothing more than a fun evening out, dancing to The Cure.


But more likely it’s nothing.

I’m doing my best to put the matter out of my mind…


  1. I say get rid of him now, you can never trust a doll especially an evil one.

  2. Well, if everyone is awake and dancing, I think you could take him. His is pretty tiny, though I grant you also terrifying!

  3. I realize it's only a matter of time before there is a Chucky reboot. I'm strangely ambivalent to this. Nicely done.