This is what my nightmares once looked like. Thanks 20th Century Fox.

Passersby gawked, laughed and sneered at the six fully-grown flame-haired ‘dolls’ who crossed roads and stalked street corners brandishing butcher’s knives.

Each Chucky wore the horror film character’s trademark blue dungarees and striped long-sleeve T-shirt.

The eye-catching stunt was designed to promote the release of Child’s Play, Chucky’s 20th Birthday Edition DVD.

Thank God I didn’t see this firsthand in the city yesterday or I’d have probably sprinted away in tears. Or curled up in the fetal position looking around futilely for someone to hold me. It’s nice that midgets can get work and whatever but seriously this is kind of traumatic. I was very young when Child’s Play came out and I had one of those My Buddy dolls the movie was vaguely based on. I ended up scribbling marker all over the dolls face, shoving it in the closet, as I sat terrified at the edge of my bed. So, my parents’ negligence aside, I don’t have the fondest memories of Chucky or any doll with dead, soulless eyes and overalls.

On the plus side, Kid Sister and I had a long and fulfilling relationship that would last me until I could afford a real doll. So I guess it wasn’t all bad.