N.P.
My mom used to put baby dolls in my room on my hutch and they used to stare at me as I tried to go to sleep. Some were antique, that used to belong to my grandmother, with porcelain head and hands, soft plush body and real human hair while others were more modern dolls that my mother picked up because she fancied them. I used to flip on the light after she left the room and put a towel over them so I could relax. I was never that big into dolls but I'm sure there's a market for it somewhere.
They just gave me the heebie-jeebies, eyes wide open and unblinking, staring in my direction as I tried to sleep. Sometimes one that was precariously placed on the edge of the hutch would tumble off the shelf and thump to the floor onto the carpet in the middle of the night and scare me half out of my head.
When I was a teenager I put my foot down about the dolls and had mom box them all up and move them into another room. I doubt I'm anything of a majority though as I've always been a little on the fringe of things, so don't take what I say to heart. I'm only one person and I don't think I reflect the pulse of the nation.