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Line 45: 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. I screamed out loud, on the top of my lungs, ~~“WHAT~~"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”" 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. Line 75: 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. "HOLD ME, BABY! DON'T LET GO!”" "PAPA!" Line 159: Later on, I was sent on a psychologist, and I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. I couldn't believe it, but it was true. All this doll nonsense. They were nothing but delusions and hallucinations. I was the one...I was...I... I was the one who murdered...m...~~my…own~~my...~~dear…de~~own...dear...de...ar...dear...family. I was the one who murdered my wife brutally. I was the one who killed my own daughter. I WAS THE ONE RESPONSIBLE. 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. Line 174: [[Category:Deletion Log Refugees]] [[Category:Bad Creepypasta]] [[Category:Living Objects]] [[Category:English Class Failure]] [[Category:Stupid is as the main character does]]