Why?
My sister is madley in love with Betty, I don't know why, over the years she has collected Betty Boop posters, statues, and movies nearly religiously. Well one year my father decided to purchase my sister a 4 foot high Betty Boop end table (
Shown here, this is the exact same one) Well my sister moved around alot, and over time somehow this Betty Boop wound up in my possesion.
So for several years this Betty Boop sat in my closet, plotting it's revenge against a world that cursed it with such a miss matched body. A few months ago a ex-girlfriend "discovered" it sitting in one of my closests, and moved it into my room. I really didn't mind, it's just a statue, I soon learned the error in misjudging my oponent. I don't know why, but as soon as this cursed icon was moved into my room I began having nightmares, I would awake in the middle of the night and see nothing but those two big white eyes staring at me through the darkness. It would startle the hell out of me, I would even cry out in a half asleep halucinigentic state. It was decide, Mrs. Boop had to get the **** out of my room or I would never sleep again.
Her second location was right next to my door, a plausable spot because I could leave my keys on her as I came in. Until "The incident" I was comming home from a late night class one day completley forgeting I had moved Betty a week earlier, I enter my house, and my arm brushed across her little table. I looked down and was horrified to see a scandelously clad midget with a freakeshly large head staring up at me at 1:00 in the morning. I did what anyone would do I freaked out, while valently defending myself from this freak of nature I accidently broke her tray off. The next day, as she was ill equiped to cater to my keys I moved her to her present location.
Straight out in front of me as soon as I enter my house, she has been there for about a month and still everytime I walk in and see her staring at me I jump a little.
The worst part is the statue has me EXACTLY where it wants me, phase 1: Planting the seeds of paranioa are over. Now begins Phase 2: Pushing Mrens over the edge. Phase 3 is my death, but i'll be damned if I let the ***** live that long. My fear has fueled her rebirth, at night she comes to life and tries to enter my room, I can hear her trying to reach my doorknob at night, occasionaly I can find paint scuff marks right below my door. Somethimes I find her in the kitchen the same scuff marks on the drawer where I keep my knifes.
I don't know what to do, I can't kill it, my sister would be upset. I can't let it kill me, it would make me upset.