The Baby Alive Doll: Difference between revisions

The light started to flicker. The second time it flickered I saw the doll standing, staring at me with those eyes. It made me very uncomfortable until.. The doll's eyes turned black, and started crying blood.

 

 

The lights flickered again. This time, I saw the doll holding a knife on her right hand, and my...poor...ba-baba... baby's...he...head. At that moment, I thought my sanity snapped. I fell unconscious on the floor. When I woke up, I looked at my watch. It was only 5 minutes after that...happened.

I panicked, but I can't move. Fear was holding me back. I started to laugh.. a short laugh.. then I laughed uncontrollably. I am losing my sanity right here. When I heard my daughter scream, it snapped me back to reality. I reached to her arm and held it tight.

 

 

"PAPA!"

Later on, I was sent on a psychologist, and I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia.

 

 

The cops felt sorry about me and instead bringing me to prison they brought me to a mental asylum and stayed there for 3 months. They told me I was laughing all day long, when I was insane before. Now, I am once again sane. I prepared the funeral for my daughter and for my wife. I shed a lot of tears on the funeral. Many people gave me their condolence which wasn't helping at all. I then went home with a car. As soon as I head home I saw the doll at the doorway. Smiling at me. It said: "Welcome home, Papa." I smiled. I smiled like a maniac would. I brought the doll and went to the kitchen and brought out a knife. I went outside with the doll in my left arm and the knife in my right hand.

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