I know, I know... I said I wouldn't blog about Halloween anymore. Sue me for allowing Halloween to have a special place in my heart. But this beauty came in as a late entry, and believe me when I say it is so blog-worthy.
Like most Jack-in-the-Boxes, the tin also had a crank on the side. However, instead of the expected clickety-click tune of Pop Goes The Weasel, what comes out is a series of eerie moaning. That's when things start to get pretty dubious.
Jane-in-the-Box's shock factor is awesome. You don't get that with any other kind of halloween toy. Usually it's all blood and guts out in the open. Jane has subtlety and the element of surprise and the huge possibility of nightmares for many years to come. A nifty gift idea (for Halloween or not) that promises ...you will be remembered.
Go out and find her. Before she finds you.