The doll
This story is a real life experience an experience that made me had nightmares for months and months.
When I turned 10 my Grandmother gave me a doll from France , it was very beautiful she had long beige hair light blue eyes red lips and white skin I always played with it everyday till I got tired of it , A few months later my grandmother got sick and she had to be taken to the hospital where they would take good care of her.Months later she died…. After her funeral my family burned all of her furniture , clothes , etc. The doll kept reminding me of my grandmother it was pale had blue eyes never talked and always looked at me , soon whenever I saw the doll the whole place would start to get really eerie …. That feeling …. It was the worst feeling I ever had the silence sent shivers down my spine as the doll looked at me with its light blue eyes , it seemed like it was staring through my heart and every time it did the place got more and more creepy whenever I walked in the hallways I always checked behind me to see if someone was following me . It’s really hard to think that nobody is there when you just feel this really creepy presence behind your back , don’t you sometimes feel like someone is watching you and then when you turn around there is no one there , my grandfather always said that the eyes that are watching you are the eyes of your ancestors and your relatives looking over you making sure you are alright . Everyday when I get home form school I start thinking about that doll which makes my heart beat really fast ….. It’s not what the doll will do that scares me …. What scares me is if people forget that I even existed thinking of it makes my heart sink really low so I try to make as much memories as I can with people …. After 2 months I finally got my mind off that stupid doll I made some friends and made some enemies after a while I started to have nightmares about the doll about how it would crawl up to my bed and stare at me , Since I was a child I always got scared when people stared at me I don’t know why. One night I happened to have the nightmare I dreamed that the doll was standing in front of my room …. When I woke up I saw the doll sitting before my door ….
Originally posted on Crappypasta.com on September 14, 2012
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