Rotten Sam creeps from your toy chest at night. He hides in the shadows of your bedroom after you turn out the light. He giggles and whispers in darkness, just in the corner of sight. He speaks of candy and razors, and things much too horrid to bear, And if you peer ‘neath your bed tonight, you can be sure he'll be there. He just wants to have fun with you, playing all day and all night, your screams are like candy to him…pray you can get to the light. Doll is individually packaged in his own coffin with death certificate.