The day my sister, Lucy got that doll she changed completely. It had been at a garage sale. It looked like one of those dolls you'd find from the olden days. It wore a fancy victorian dress, lacy and stitched carefully. It's hair was a curly realistic brown. But the face was messed up, like something you'd find in a horror movie. One eye was blue and creepily realistic, and the other was purple. Her smile was demented and it's eyes seemed to stare into your soul. I had tried talking her into buying a book instead, but she had refused. So i'll begin on what happened to her.

She'd seemed to be playing with it normally, having tea partys and dressing it up. But one day i watched her having her little "tea party." She was talking to it, but much different than a normal girl would. "Yes .. They are quite nosy, Charolette. But if i killed them it'd make such a mess--"She said, in a hushed tone. "K-kill!?"I thought. "Well, You may think that but i'm not weak! I'll show you by killing someone else," She continued. "In the dead of night." "So great,"I thought. "She's either watched too much TV or something's creepy with that doll." I decided to shrug it off, i mean what harm could a doll do right? I had a feeling - I was wrong. Very wrong.

The next day, our neighbor was found dead. Murdered. And when i saw my sister, she was playing with the doll again. I had wanted to take it away, but instead i thought i'd have a look at it after she left for school. So i faked sick waiting until everyone left. I crept to her room, and upon entry i felt cold and uncomfortable. I looked around and saw the doll. I picked it up, examining it. It's eyes glew intenser than ever, staring cold as stones. I could swear though, it was anything but normal. I attempted to break it, then a book flew at me. "Go.. away..." Said a whisper. I ran, feeling high paranoia. I shut her door, running into my room shaking and crying. "Something is wrong with that doll."I thought.