Why so scary?: Corrupted innocence
Everyone had a doll of some description when they were a child, which they lavished attention on and spoke to in the vain hope that one day you could be friends.
Imagine now that one day it had spoken back, and it was mean, really mean.
The fear of Chucky is twofold. Firstly, the thought that all childhood implements have the potential for bad. And secondly, those cold, crazy blue eyes in a distressed but senseless doll faceÂ…eek!Â