Horror story
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“Bye doll,” I said to the doll, and threw the doll in the fire leaving it there to burn. “Thought the doll owner would come and catch me.” I was walking back home, I was a 14 years old boy, as one of the most famous in school, I shouldn’t be here. I should be at the principled office waiting for the principle to kick me out of school. I was famous as the trouble maker in school, what I just did with the doll was just some daily things I would be doing. This is my hobby, however I’d never thought I would be ending up here… It was that night, I was on bed sleeping, almost asleep. I was just turning over on my bed until I heard I weird kind of sound, a sound like someone teleporting in a game. Then there was a singing, those kind of song that goes with dolls and babies. Normally the songs would be harmony, comfortable to listen to. I first thought it might just be games I had been playing and forgotten to close the device. However, this music has been continued playing, but the teleporting noise just keeps on going as if there is really someone or something being teleported around my room. …show more content…
I could not help but to cover my ear and yell into the gust of sound as if there is a wave covering me. The song is just getting weirder and weirder, like it is in a horror movie. I could not take it anymore, grab my pillow and jumped down my bed and ran to where the sound and noises is coming from, the washroom. There was a doll, placed on the sink, burned wood on its face, scars leaving a creepy look just like people spending their whole life in jail, dedicated to get out. That expression on the doll’s face is just like that. With all my might, i throw my pillow to the doll. “Bash!” The next thing I know I was on the ground a wet pillow and blood on my