Some people swore that the house was haunted. Considering it was only about two feet tall, I was certain it wasn’t an issue. Though it was a bit strange to wake up and find Barbie straddling Ken. Even at the tender age of six, I knew about the birds and the bees.
I loved that dollhouse, even more so because it was possessed. That was probably why I played with it well into my teenage years, which resulted in constant teasing from my family. But they didn’t understand. That house was alive, and it was home to my only friends for the majority of my life.
Last Christmas, I asked for a male companion for Skipper. She was tired of being a third-wheel to Barbie and Ken, and near suicidal. When I discovered Skipper trying to drown herself in the Barbie Deluxe Bathtub for the third time, I thought having a man around would help.
Come Christmas morning, I open the present and out pops Brad. I was beyond thrilled, and introduced him to Skipper straightaway. Even though their facial expressions can’t change, I knew it was love.
The next few weeks were complete bliss. But then it happened. Coming upon the dollhouse that day, I noticed the two lovebirds were getting it on atop the Barbie Deluxe Sofa. I thought nothing of it until I noticed that it wasn’t Skipper on the couch with Brad, she was dangling from the balcony. Nothing was ever the same again after that.
This was a prompt my sister made me do. I actually quite proud of how it turned out