The Doll

by Jennifer Alcozer
(Austin,Tx, United States)

It was a regular day, like any other. I was walking home from school, but for some reason I took a different way home. I guess I was just curious about the old house that was on vanishing point road. All the kids at school were all talking how you can hear screams and the sounds of shackles coming closer as you walk by and Halloween was just three days away.


I didn’t believe in legends. I thought they were pretty stupid and who ever believed in it was just plain dumb. I had never seen the house so today I was going to go by and take a look
As I walked down vanishing point the silence struck me off guard. I didn’t hear a sound not even a cricket or a crow. This road was deserted. “It's just a coincidence,” I said to myself trying to stay calm. “It’s not real, only the people of this town are making it seem like it is. Another made up story,” I said convincing myself that nothing out of the ordinary would happen.

I took a deep breath and kept walking, a little quicker this time. I stopped when I came to the house. It was so old and dirty. I’d bet no one has lived here for years. It was so old fashioned. It looked a lot like a regular house to me. I didn’t see anything wrong with it. This town was just over-reacting. Nothing to it.

I started heading back when I saw a beautiful doll right in the middle of the road. It was staring right at me. It was so creepy. I stood there for a moment frozen with fear because it wasn’t there a while ago. I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what to think. “Crap, crap, crap,” I said. I opened my eyes to see if it was still there and it was. This time it was smiling and I thought I heard a laugh. I yelled, “GO AWAY!” I closed my eyes again, but this time tighter. I didn’t want to open them again. I was too freaked out at the moment. I didn’t even notice when I stopped breathing. Gasping to catch my breath, I heard the doll laughing even louder. “Leave me alone,” I screamed just about to lose it when I heard it say, “I’ll be seeing you again very soon,” with a smirk.

I opened my eyes hoping that it was gone and it was. The doll was nowhere to be seen. This was my chance and I was taking it. I ran all the way home scared out of my wits. I locked all the doors and windows, closing all the curtains. My family was shocked. They didn’t know what had gotten into me. They kept asking me what was wrong, but I couldn’t catch my breath to answer. My heart was still racing. The blood had rushed to my head that I couldn’t think clearly. It didn’t make sense. Could something so unnatural exist? Why did I have to go there? What do I do? Why me? Am I going to die? So many questions running through my head that I couldn’t even answer one.

My hands were shaking when my dad finally slapped me to get my attention. I looked at him. “What is wrong with you?” he said in a demanding voice. “I don’t know,” I replied. “I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE.” I ran to my room and slammed the door so hard I sent vibrations through the house. I threw myself on the floor. I was out of it. The light wasn’t even on and I didn’t even care. Like it really mattered. My body still shaking, I started crying and rocking myself. I didn’t know what was real anymore. The pieces didn’t go together. What do I do? I can’t tell my family. They wouldn’t even believe me. They’d think I was crazy and I don’t blame them. I looked the part.

My eyes were blank filled with endless tears. My body motionless, I didn’t even know if my heart was still beating. My skin, pale as a corpse that I looked like the living dead.

Suddenly, laughter filled the room and I heard light footsteps. I screamed, but not a sound came out. Then I remembered clearly that the doll had said she’d be seeing me soon. I screamed again but nothing came out. What happened to my voice? “SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME,” I cried out loud. I looked all around and I didn’t see the doll. All I could hear was the evil laughter. It was so repulsing that it sent shivers down my spine. I backed up slowly toward my door ready to make my escape.

I ran out of my room yelling and screaming trying to warn my family, but no one was there. It was empty. Where had everyone gone? Why did they leave me? What happened to them? When I stopped to notice my surroundings, I didn’t realize that the laughing had stopped. I was now in the living room and it was so cold that I could see my breath. I was the only one in my house now. All alone with this intruder. I started sobbing. I didn’t know what to do. “Was I going to die all alone?”

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden giggle. “Who’s there?” I shrieked. Right there on the couch, right in front of my very eyes was the same doll I saw earlier. Terrified, I was paralyzed. I wanted to run, but my feet were stuck. They wouldn’t budge. I saw the doll smile, the evil intent in its eyes and its smile getting wider by the second. “LETS PLAY A GAME,” it said. At the sound of those very words, I sprinted to the front door trying to open it, but it was as if it were nailed shut. I cried, as I couldn’t get the door to open. I ran to the back door and it wouldn’t open. “This can’t be happening,” I said. The doll's laughter echoed throughout the house. “I’m going to catch you,” it said happily. “There’s nowhere for you to hide!”

“How do I get out of here?” I thought. Trembling with fear my body acted on impulse. I ran to the nearest room and hid in the closet. As the seconds passed I cried while trying to be as quiet as a mouse. I didn’t have a chance. If only I had never gone down that road. I regretted it now and was sobbing at the thought of how curiosity killed the cat. All this was happening because of my curiosity to see the house where all the stories came from.

Something was coming closer. I could hear it approaching. It’s breathing getting louder by the moment with anticipation. “I found you,” it said giggling. The door knob started to slowly turn and the door opened. Screams were all you heard. The pain and torture of my yells echoed through the wind.

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