I used to live in South Africa during my childhood, and my bedroom was festooned with dolls of various sizes and descriptions.
But whenever I went to bed I had to take them all into a cupboard in my parent's bedroom because I used to wake up in the middle of the night and see their silhouettes in the gloomy darkness, and in some cases their staring shiny eyes glaring right back at me in my bed.
Sometimes my imaginative mind went into overdrive, convincing me that everytime I looked at these dolls that they were slowly get closer and closer to my bed!
So they had to go!