If anyone remembers that most excellent movie, Trilogy of Terror, a 1970's very-B TV movie, you'll definitely remember the doll. Actually it was a fetish. And Karen Black. Poor KB; such potential. But back to the doll.
In the 70s, I was just a kid. A little kid. And having seen that movie, I was fairly really incredibly freaked out. As far as I was concerned, there was a crazy, demonic Zuni fetish under my bed, waiting for the perfect moment to attack my ankles.
Now I have Buster, my very own Zuni fetish!
Actually, he's quite the cutie, a sweet little guy, but when he plays, he can become a demon in his own right.
Thank goodness, Charlie saved us from his evil side.