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

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