the doll.

this happened a while back, but it's still one of the most disturbing experiences i've had in my life.

i have a blow up doll. yes i do. and no, this is not the disturbing part. it was a birthday gift from a best friend. her name was miss thunderpussy... the blow-up doll, not the best friend. and before i left for malaysia, i kissed her goodbye for the summer in all its blown-up glory.

but when i came back, she was nowhere to be found...

i looked high and low for her, but she was gone. a few days later, i found the box that she came in with. it was stapled shut. this was weird because why the hell would i staple the box. so i opened it. and to my dreadful horror, she was inside, utterly and totally deflated. someone had stuffed her violently inside.

i hurriedly took her out and blew all my life into her. but somehow, my breath of life wasn't working. she wasn't inflating. i was puzzled, so i felt all around her body for any unnecessary holes....*ahem*

to my horror, she had a gaping hole in the front of her neck; someone had slit it like a murderer who creeps up from behind and slits an unsuspecting victim's throat. a straight cut from left to right. grief came over me, who would do this to an innocent blow-up doll?

after much questioning of my housemates, nobody seems to know anything (suspicious). and the mystery has yet to be solved. so yes, there's a murderer in our midst. and the question remains...

who killed miss thunderpussy?

RIP

Miss Thunderpussy

20/02/2008- 26/09/2009

You were my first, and hopefully not my last.