In 1942, I was sewn together and stuffed. I was given a heart, a brain and a soul. I was made and given as therapeutic comfort object for the patients for as an experiment for mental heath care, I was designed to feel how whoever handled me felt, I can mimic any voice as a feature to comfort and calm weather it’s to sing a lullaby in the voice of a patient’s mother or comforting words in the voice of a loved one that I see in their minds. It was only a matter of time before I started picking up on their damaged minds, I had absorbed too many memories from the mentality disturbed. all the urges to rip murder and shed manifested within my stuffed head and so I walked out of my cabinet and I carried out a massive massacre in the asylum and killed them all. As years went by, people debated of my existence, children would tell stories about me cowering in beds hoping I’m not hiding in the toy chest.

Today I have settled myself at a new home. I am based at the Woods of Terror in greensboro North Carolina at north church street, the best rated haunted attraction in North carolina