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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Monday, May 25, 2009
Baby Born Is Evil
OK everyone, this is a true story that happened to me when I was 10 and it's about the Baby Born doll I had. I decided to write this story to warn you about dolls (not all of them). The story begins:
I had a Baby Born doll and I called him Joe... we used to do everything together, we played together, we swam together, we ate together and we were close friends until a month or two later when I began to hear the Baby Born doll's giggles and winks. But I thought that's what every Baby Born doll does. My friend had the same doll so I asked her if hers does the same but she said "no, none of the Baby Born dolls I know can giggle and especially do not wink."
When I returned home at night I put the Baby Born doll of mine up in the cupboard and laid on my bed keeping close attention at him and after about six seconds it winked three times! I tried to ignore it and I slept and I had a strange dream about the doll.That I woke up from my bed and I heard small footsteps going down the stairs so I followed it and it lead me to the kitchen where I saw the Baby Born doll's shadow opening a cupboard and taking out a knife. I woke up and freaked out and I couldn't breathe and I looked where the Baby Born doll was... and it isn't there. I opened the door and I found him sitting and waving his hand to me! I took it and knocked it to the floor and he was giggling and I was screaming and crying, "what do you want from me?! Leave me alone, alone!"
Of course I woke everyone up and my mum came to me laughing and saying, "that poor thing. I'll taking it for tonight, now try to go to sleep," but I yelled out, "mum that is not a poor thing it is an evil thing. I swear it is going to kill us!" But she ignored.
I slept the whole night thinking about it and when I woke up in the morning I saw mum and asked her if she was fine. She said to dad, "honey I think she is right, we have to throw this doll away." We went to the middle of no-where and dug deep in the sand and put the doll in there.
After couple of days I saw my baby sister playing with the doll and the doll winked at me and he looked kinda like "Chucky" the doll, he had a torn face and was really ugly. To this day I will never buy that doll or allow my children to buy it.
I hope you all learn a lesson... don't believe any doll once it starts to giggle or winks or anything that no other doll can do, please. This is for your own good, bye and thank you.
Sent in by May, Copyright 2009
I had a Baby Born doll and I called him Joe... we used to do everything together, we played together, we swam together, we ate together and we were close friends until a month or two later when I began to hear the Baby Born doll's giggles and winks. But I thought that's what every Baby Born doll does. My friend had the same doll so I asked her if hers does the same but she said "no, none of the Baby Born dolls I know can giggle and especially do not wink."
When I returned home at night I put the Baby Born doll of mine up in the cupboard and laid on my bed keeping close attention at him and after about six seconds it winked three times! I tried to ignore it and I slept and I had a strange dream about the doll.That I woke up from my bed and I heard small footsteps going down the stairs so I followed it and it lead me to the kitchen where I saw the Baby Born doll's shadow opening a cupboard and taking out a knife. I woke up and freaked out and I couldn't breathe and I looked where the Baby Born doll was... and it isn't there. I opened the door and I found him sitting and waving his hand to me! I took it and knocked it to the floor and he was giggling and I was screaming and crying, "what do you want from me?! Leave me alone, alone!"
Of course I woke everyone up and my mum came to me laughing and saying, "that poor thing. I'll taking it for tonight, now try to go to sleep," but I yelled out, "mum that is not a poor thing it is an evil thing. I swear it is going to kill us!" But she ignored.
I slept the whole night thinking about it and when I woke up in the morning I saw mum and asked her if she was fine. She said to dad, "honey I think she is right, we have to throw this doll away." We went to the middle of no-where and dug deep in the sand and put the doll in there.
After couple of days I saw my baby sister playing with the doll and the doll winked at me and he looked kinda like "Chucky" the doll, he had a torn face and was really ugly. To this day I will never buy that doll or allow my children to buy it.
I hope you all learn a lesson... don't believe any doll once it starts to giggle or winks or anything that no other doll can do, please. This is for your own good, bye and thank you.
Sent in by May, Copyright 2009
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