(Click on the photo for a better view if you dare.)
The Nasty Little Challenge Rating (1 = disturbing, 5 = disturbing and may cause nightmares, 10 = disturbing, nightmare-causing and most likely to induce vomiting):

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This was quite possibly the worst and most creative one to date.  This experience was the fruit of some good and crafty friends.  Once again, in the early morning light, I went out to go for a run.  I open the door to my Tahoe and BOOM!  There are these nasty little freaking dolls scattered about the interior.  One was belted safely in the driver’s seat.  Another was belted in the back.  Yet another one was tucked neatly in the visor.  Others turned up in various places.  As I yanked them out cussing mildly under my breath, I noticed that there were numbers on their heads.  At that point, I had located 3 of 6.  So, this amazing and horrific adventure unfolded over the course of 3 days.  This one gets a 10 on the Nasty Little Challenge scale for numerous reasons.  Thanks to Chris, Ben and Lauren for making my Tahoe into a graveyard for jacked-up dolls.  Watch out.
I am glad that I didn’t get pulled over for anything — I would have been arrested on the spot for suspicious behaviour.

Do you have any sicko friends that like to play psychological games too?

The Nasty Little Challenge Rating (1 = disturbing, 5 = disturbing and may cause nightmares, 10 = disturbing, nightmare-causing and most likely to induce vomiting):

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Say “hello” to my little friend who lives at Great Wolf Lodge in North Carolina.  His name is Death McGraw.  He is a horrifyingly scary doll that supposedly entertains you at night.  There is a sign posted at this display all day with an invitation to come down at night — bring the whole family — and come in your pajamas for a bedtime story.  I can only assume that is the time he is scoping out his prospects.  He is watching with those nasty glass eyes (he is life size too to make it worse) and those nasty glass eyes scan the room for weak hearts and tasty fingers.  There he sits.  Patiently in the lobby.  Watching every single person that comes through the door with hopes of a restful visit.
Don’t get too comfy visitors.
To get this photo, I had to lean far too close to Death.  It made me nervous.  I am pretty certain I saw something red in the corners of his mouth.  I hope it was paint.
I wish you could have seen him in person.  The fact that he is life size and he sits crouched and watching from inside a stump all day gets him a 7 on my Nasty Little Challenge scale.

Has anyone else seen this guy?  Have you seen him in action?

If you have a photo of a Nasty Little Doll you would like the world to see, send it to me.

Once when I was a kid, it was late and I was the last one up.  I had turned all the lights off as was expected of the last conscious person of the day.  The hallway in my house was dark and foreboding.  Instead of braving a walk down the hall to use the bathroom before bed, I decided it would be much safer to go outside and whizz off of my front porch.  For whatever reason, I thought it would be safer to go outside and take my chances with werewolves and the ghosts of dead Indians that could get me, instead of going to the bathroom where a scary old lady could be hiding behind the shower curtain.

What was hiding behind your shower curtain?

This nasty little doll photo showed up in my inbox.  It had a terrible, terrible message attached:

Hello Kevin,
I hope you are doing well.
Sincerely,
Scary Baby Doll

The Nasty Little Challenge Rating (1 = disturbing, 5 = disturbing and may cause nightmares, 10 = disturbing, nightmare-causing and most likely to induce vomiting):
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What in the name of all that is holy?  O my goodness.  This one may take the cake.  Just look how sad that clown is.  You can bet I would be sad too if I was held hostage by a naked demon doll with no feeling in its lower appendages.
I gave this one an 10 on the Nasty Little Challenge Rating. Do I really need to explain why?
See you in my dreams Scary Baby Doll.  And by dreams I mean coma-inducing nightmares.

This nasty little doll photo was submitted by my Virginia pal, Dana Washburn.

The Nasty Little Challenge Rating (1 = disturbing, 5 = disturbing and may cause nightmares, 10 = disturbing, nightmare-causing and most likely to induce vomiting):
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I think based upon this photographic evidence, we all now know what happened to Elvis.  Because of the potential of that doll tracking me down and turning me into its own plastic plaything, I have given this one a 5 on the Nasty Little Challenge Rating.  Also, please note that the doll kept a momento — a full colour magazine on the “death” of Elvis.  Nice one nasty doll.

This nasty little doll was submitted by my dear friend Leanne Boone.

The Nasty Little Challenge Rating
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This submission gets a 9.  I almost gave it a 10 because I had direct interaction with this nasty little doll several times.  The first encounter came when my dearest Framily member Stin (Austin Wickstrum), decided it would be a good gift for me.  Not only was the doll horrific, but it was the manner in which Stin presented it to me that adds to its horrendous rating.
It was early, about 5:55 AM, and I was headed outside for my morning run.  It was still dark, and my senses were still climbing out of bed several feet behind me.  I made my way through the crisp morning air.  I casually approached the door of my 1999 green Tahoe and grabbed the handle to gain access.  The door swung open and the dome light came on shedding light upon the vision of terror set before me.  Stin had taken that nasty little doll and placed it in the driver’s seat — both nasty arms were straight out as if reaching for my throat, while its nasty little head was slightly turned as if it had been watching my witless approach to my unknown destruction.  Stin had also tenderly buckled that nasty little doll in the seat.  That “safety measure” was the only thing preventing that nasty little doll from flying out of that cold seat like a winged demon to drag me to the very depths of hell.
This doll then ended up in the trusted hands of my co-workers (namely members of the Boone family) where blood was added to her mouth and an appendage or two were removed.  After undergoing several heart-stopping transformations,  the doll made several appearances in my office.  My “favourite” time was when I found it hanging by its neck with my name written on a tag attached to its nasty little chest.
Thanks everyone!  Keep them coming!  Thank you for participating and adding to the scars that refuse to heal!

This nasty little doll was submitted by my dear friend Stin Strum (Austin Wickstrum).

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This nasty little doll gets a 6 on the Nasty Little Challenge Rating.  This is the kind of doll that sits still while you are in the room, but the moment you leave, it gets up and pitter-pats with its nasty little feet across the floor.  It then begins to rally the other nasty little dolls in the room to bring about your demise.  This is also the kind of doll that likes to slowly turn its head from atop a high shelf and watch you while you sleep.
More on my dear friend, Stin Strum, later.

As some of you may know, I cannot stand nasty little dolls.  Some people have exploited this knowledge with mixed results.  In the interest of constantly trying to better myself (by not being freaked out by nasty little dolls), I would like for you to send me your photos of a nasty little doll — the more disturbing the better.  I don’t mean for you to scour the internet to find some jacked-up doll with fangs and gore and the like, I mean just your normal, everyday, nasty little doll.  If you own the doll, that is even better.  You can e-mail me here at 11tymillion@gmail.com (you will have to copy the address).
Today I will post the first photos, unknowingly submitted by my good friend Mark Dean (Mark is doing some real cool things for God).  These photos make me shake with disgust.

Mark, are you holding that nasty little hand?

While looking for some cake decorating ideas, I stumbled across some frightening cake-toppers — marzipan babies.  Marzipan is a confection made of almonds reduced to a paste with sugar and often molded into various forms, usually diminutive fruits and vegetables.  This time, they are babies.  I will let the photos speak for themselves.

(Enjoy this Jane)

Does anyone else think there is something wrong with this?  These are food, remember?