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August 2004 – Page 4

Weird Doll
by Mr.

I was around 11 at the time my dad bought some weird doll. I don't know where or why, he just brought it one day to the house. This doll was around three feet high, like those "my size" dolls. One day my dad was working in the back of our house and the doll was in my sister's room. I was watching TV and got a little tired since it was 11 or so. I decided to turn it off and head to my room. I was in my brother's room at the time. Since we didn't have doors, you can basically see my room my sister's room from where my brother's room was. I got up, turned the TV off and went to bed... and in five minutes or so, the TV turned back on. I thought my dad got in or something, but I could still hear the machines from outside (my dad was a carpenter). I yelled out "dad" and nobody answered so I got up and turned the TV off again.

At this point, I was a little scared, but part of me told me that the TV probably had something wrong with it or somthing was missing. I fell back asleep and heard the TV turn on again. I yelled, "Dad, stop trying to scare me." Nobody answered and by the door I saw something... I don't know what. Something crawled from my door to under my bed, and I even felt it go down there, like it was too big to fit under there. I whispered, "Dad, this is not funny."

I was so scared I jumped off the bed and ran outside to my dad. He was shocked when he saw me running toward him. He thought someone was inside the house or robbing, so I told him what happened. He went inside to show me nothing was wrong. He closed his shop and went inside to put me to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I saw that doll right beside me, one foot from where I was sleeping, there standing looking at the wall. I jumped and ran to tell my dad. He said he saw that doll yesterday when he tucked me in, but before I turned the TV off the day before, I went to my sister's room to make sure that the doll was there, and it was. So I don't know how it could have gotten in my room.

Now I'm 15 and I moved out of that house, but my dad still has that doll its in pieces, but he still has it.

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