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"The doll" part 1- I SAW IT! I SAW IT MOVE! I SAW IT! I SAW IT! IT'S OUT TO GET ME! WHY WONT YOU BELIEVE ME?!?! I'm not crazy, no no no IM not crazy YOU are crazy. I'm perfectly sane, yes, very sane. I saw that doll move, my eyes do not deceive me- they never do! They say, "Objects cannot move" in mocking tones as they scrutinize my story. I thought that once, but now no more; That horrid day from which this story had begun was one that no one ever believed today.
It was...a chilly day, autumn perhaps, yes. A chilly autumn night, the sun was setting,and the house was quite silent. Everyone was doing their own thing, and I sat in one of the rooms chatting away with my beloved sister, nothing out of the ordinary no but something made me scared. What could make me so uncomfortable and frightened on such a peaceful night? It was the doll. It sat on a shelf in the room, it felt like it was watching me, my every move and glance- I KNOW IT WAS LOOKING. No one ever noticed anything weird about it, said it was "Just an old porcelain doll," trying to reassure my fears, but they refused to see my point of view or hear my story one more time. As we sat upon the couch in the room, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the doll until my dear beloved sister broke me out of it, and I finally turned my gaze away from that wretched doll. "Dude, it's just a doll, it's not spooky or freaky, and it 100%. Can't. Move," she says seriously, she had been tired of my fears and endless rants regarding the doll. She rose to her feet and walked over to the shelf where the doll sat and gently took it, "You're afraid of THIS?" She asked, annoyed as she moved closer to me. "It's creepy! It looks like it'd kill me in my sleep." I angrily yelled back, and with one swift motion, I ripped the doll out of her hand when she brought it closer and threw it at the wall, shattering it into small bits and pieces. Allas, this shall be the day when my peace starts, it's gone, IT'S FINALLY GONE. "What the hell?!?"
It was...a chilly day, autumn perhaps, yes. A chilly autumn night, the sun was setting,and the house was quite silent. Everyone was doing their own thing, and I sat in one of the rooms chatting away with my beloved sister, nothing out of the ordinary no but something made me scared. What could make me so uncomfortable and frightened on such a peaceful night? It was the doll. It sat on a shelf in the room, it felt like it was watching me, my every move and glance- I KNOW IT WAS LOOKING. No one ever noticed anything weird about it, said it was "Just an old porcelain doll," trying to reassure my fears, but they refused to see my point of view or hear my story one more time. As we sat upon the couch in the room, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the doll until my dear beloved sister broke me out of it, and I finally turned my gaze away from that wretched doll. "Dude, it's just a doll, it's not spooky or freaky, and it 100%. Can't. Move," she says seriously, she had been tired of my fears and endless rants regarding the doll. She rose to her feet and walked over to the shelf where the doll sat and gently took it, "You're afraid of THIS?" She asked, annoyed as she moved closer to me. "It's creepy! It looks like it'd kill me in my sleep." I angrily yelled back, and with one swift motion, I ripped the doll out of her hand when she brought it closer and threw it at the wall, shattering it into small bits and pieces. Allas, this shall be the day when my peace starts, it's gone, IT'S FINALLY GONE. "What the hell?!?"