Rosemary's Baby

Sorry, this is creepy ...

Why, just last week at Culver’s Restaurant (Home of the Butter Burger), Steve and the boys and I were eating our ice cream and watching a little girl walk around with her baby doll, a sweet little bundle tightly wrapped in a hospital regulation baby blanket. She kissed and cuddled it, and held it like a real baby, occasionally laying it over one shoulder and patting its tiny back. This baby doll was obviously a well-loved member of the family, and the girl was so accustomed to toting it around that she strolled around the restaurant with it cradled in the crook of her arm, eating her ice cream cone with the other hand, and staring dreamily off into space. The doll was such a natural part of her she walked around completely oblivious to the other patrons around her, who, oddly, were looking at the little future mommy with patronizing smiles, peering into the blanket to look at her dolly, and recoiling in horror, their faces jerking back at the girl and their lips curled back off their teeth.



Every single patron who sneaked a peek into the blanket leaped back, revolted, so of course Steve and I had to maneuver ourselves in a position to see for ourselves. Here’s what was in the blanket:

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