Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Killer Doll

One morning, Sally and her parents went to a yard sale. Sally's parents had given her 3 dollars and said she could buy anything she could afford with the money she had been given. She walked around but found nothing she wanted, until she saw a doll. She had always loved dolls and had to have it. She picked up the doll and looked for a price tag. She looked all over the pretty doll with blonde hair and a red dress, but no where on it was a price tag.

"Excuse me sir?" she said, "how much is this doll?" The man looked at the doll with a look of disgust and said, "It's free, you can have it. Just get it out of my face." "Gee! Thanks mister" she said skipping to where her parents were.

In the car on the way home Sally decided to inspect the doll and noticed a string in the back. "I don't remember that being there," she thought. She pulled on the string and the doll started to repeat itself over and over. "2...2...2...2...2" "that's weird," she thought to herself. Even though the doll said the strangest things she still loved it.

When she got home she put the doll on her shelf and by then it was time for her to go to bed. She had already forgotten all about the doll.

When she woke up in the morning, the doll was laying right next to her, "I don't remember putting it there" she said to herself, "oh, my mom probably put it there" she thought. The same thing happened for three nights in a row.

One afternoon, Sally hadn't woken up yet and her parents thought it was kind of strange. They walked up the stairs and saw a little red fluid seeping out from under the door. Sally's mom tried to open the door but it was locked. "Sally!? Sally?!" she screamed banging on the door. Just then the door flew open to reveal Sally laying on the floor in a pool of blood with her new doll laying right on top of her. The mother walked over to her daughter and collapsed to the floor and started to cry. The doll rolled off of Sally's body and landed right next to the mom's ear. The doll then started saying "3...3...3..."

The doll is still out there somewhere. I'm not sure where or how many people it's killed by now. All I know is that I will never go near another doll again. This story is a real story about my friends sister, Sally

Written by Kala, Copyright 2009

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Dancing With The Devil

The girl hurried through her schoolwork as fast as she could. It was the night of the high school dance, along about 70 years ago in the town of Kingsville, Texas. The girl was so excited about the dance. She had bought a brand new, sparkly red dress for the dance. She knew she looked smashing in it. It was going to be the best evening of her life.

Then her mother came in the house, looking pale and determined. "You are not going to that dance," her mother said.

"But why?" the girl asked her mother.

"I've just been talking to the preacher. He says the dance is going to be for the devil. You are absolutely forbidden to go," her mother said.

The girl nodded as if she accepted her mother's words. But she was determined to go to the dance. As soon as her mother was busy, she put on her brand new red dress and ran down to the K.C. Hall where the dance was being held.

As soon as she walked into the room, all the guys turned to look at her. She was startled by all the attention. Normally, no one noticed her. Her mother sometimes accused her of being too awkward to get a boyfriend. But she was not awkward that night. The boys in her class were fighting with each other to dance with her.

Later, she broke away from the crowd and went to the table to get some punch to drink. She heard a sudden hush. The music stopped. When she turned, she saw a handsome man with jet black hair and clothes standing next to her.

"Dance with me," he said.

She managed to stammer a "yes", completely stunned by this gorgeous man. He led her out on the dance floor. The music sprang up at once. She found herself dancing better than she had ever danced before. They were the center of attention.

Then the man spun her around and around. She gasped for breath, trying to step out of the spin. But he spun her faster and faster. Her feet felt hot. The floor seemed to melt under her. He spun her even faster. She was spinning so fast that a cloud of dust flew up around them both so that they were hidden from the crowd.

When the dust settled, the girl was gone. The man in black bowed once to the crowd and disappeared. The devil had come to his party and he had spun the girl all the way to hell.

My grandmother uncle told me this story.

Sent in by Oscar, Copyright 2009