My daughter had a Doctor Barbie several years ago. She was battery powered and when you pressed the stethoscope button you'd get this heartbeat sound.
So one night I wake up to this noise.. thumpthump... thumpthump... thumpthump
Groggily, I follow the noise to the toybox and find Doctor Barbie is the culprit. The button is not depressed on the stethescope and I can't figure out why I can't make the thumpthump... thumpthump... thumpthump stop. At this point I'm getting creeped out and all vague memories of possessed toys are starting to seep into my mind.
So, in true loving mommy style I head to the kitchen with Doctor Barbie (thumpthump... thumpthump.. thumpthump), open a drawer, find a steakknife, (It was 3 in the morning... what would YOU have done???) and attempt to open the wee little panel on her back to rip out her battery. (thumpthump... thumpthump... thumpthump)
By now I've got Poes, 'The Telltale Heart', story running through my head. I can't open the panel, I'm having images of my darling daughter waking and wandering into the kitchen, her beloved doll stripped, and mom poised over her with a steak knife. I'm desperate.. (thumpthump... thumpthump... thumpthump) and eventually place the doll outside the front door hoping the battery would run down or it would leave under it's own possessed steam.
The doll was still there in the morning, the heartbeat stopped, and I will never EVER buy a doll like that again.