Did you hear that Chucky is coming back as a television series? I remember Chucky. How could I ever forget that evil doll from hell?
We all watched the first 3 parts together: me, my brother and sisters. My brother would borrow them from Video Mart back in the day and we would wait up till everyone else had gone to bed before we launched the movie of the night. This was a ritual every long holiday after the full term in boarding house.
I remember my brother would catch me or Dupe, my little sister, pin us to the ground, place his thumb on our foreheads and yell, “Dambala, give me the power”, just like Chucky did in the movie. Sometimes he would hold us both, down at the same time before he yelled that nightmarish phrase. This always attracted multiple screams, several kicks and a fierce struggle to get up off the floor, until a grown up at last, came to the rescue.
Gosh! Child’s Play was scary. I can’t say which worse, part 1 or 2. Maybe 1. Then again, part 2 made you feel like, “why can’t he stay dead?”
On the day we watched part 2, something happened. It was far late into the night. Probably around 1am or 2pm. Dupe and I were going in our room to bed. The door was open. That was unusual. The lights were out. That was also unusual. I flicked the switch and nothing happened. The fluorescent tube was blown. By this time, I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Fancy just seeing Chucky and going to sleep in a dark room? Nuh uh. Not happening. Not today.
I took a teeny tiny step into the room. Right on the bed was Dupe’s doll, Juliet. She was not casually laid like a normal doll. She had her limbs bent awkwardly and looked just like Chucky did when he’s up to no good and wants to throw you off, and make you think, “Oh it’s just a doll.” Well, I was not going to be played by another doll. Not tonight, I thought. I was not going to take another step into that room. I turned to Dupe who was a little behind me. “Who put Juliet there”? She didn’t know.
Let me tell you a little about Juliet. She was tall for a doll. Probably about Chucky’s height. Her hair was blond and wild just like Chucky’s when he gets mad. You see, my sister had been practising plaits on her so the hair wasn’t as sleek and patted down as when she was new. She had blue eyes. They were plastic beads and the flecks lit up in the dark.
Those eyes were lit now in that dark room, staring back icily at me, daring me to step into the darkness. A braver soul would have taken up the challenge. I chose to be a coward. So I backed up and ran back to the sitting room, calling for my brother Banx, knowing I couldn’t yell because it was late and we were not supposed to be up anyway. Dupe is fast on my heels. He says, “Go to bed” We say we can’t. Why? We’re scared because Juliet is on the bed and the light won’t come on. He says it’s only a doll and to go to bed. We say that’s what everyone thought about Chucky but look what happened. Also, we say we’re not sleeping in that room with that doll on the bed looking like that. He asks what she looks like. I say go and see for yourself.
If you know my brother, you’ll know he’s the first avenger. He came way before Chris Evans and his beautiful bod went to sleep for 70 years. So he comes up to our room and stands there for a few seconds. Then I ask, you see what we were saying? He gingerly tip toes and pokes Juliet. Once. Twice. Then he picks her up by a foot, slides open the storage cupboard high up, flings her far into it and slams its door shut.
Then we all start laughing. It was relief, that laughter. Then our avenger says, go to bed. And to bed we went. No one, absolutely no one opened that cupboard for months. Whenever anyone asked “Where’s Juliet?” Dupe would point up at the cupboard. We were happy for her to stay there for as long as was necessary. Poor Juliet. This was no child’s play.