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Chapter 2

Sierra still stood there, as her mother ran to her side.

  "Honey are you okay?" But sierra didn't answer. She was to scared. Her mother looked around for anything or anyone, all she saw was the doll.

   "What are you so afraid of!" Her mother yelled looking back at her.

   "Its.....its.....the doll." Sierra said pointing a finger towards the fabric doll that sat before her.

"Your afraid of a doll?" Her mother asked in a kind of shocked voice.

  Sierras dad had just got to the top of the stairs when he heard sierras mom ask the question.

  Sirras dad ran into the room, he looked over the situation.

  "Is that the problem?" He asked in a way that made Sierra feel a bit self conscious.

  Her dad walked to the bedside and grabbed the doll by the waist. Right than her brother came in laughing and saying, "oh no, its so menacing!"

  "Be quiet you little twerp! You didn't see what I saw!" Sierra felt her temperature rising. None of her family would believe her.

  "Honey, I think you are just mad because we moved and your mind is playing tricks on you." Her father said calmly.

  Sierra knew what she saw, it was no trick of the mind. "You think I'm crazy?!" She asked furiously.

  Her father stood there for a moment then said. "Not crazy, I would never think you were crazy. Its just, your saying that something not physically possible happened."

  Sierra thought for a moment whether her dad was giving a concerned look or a confused look.

  "You can sleep in the living room if you would rather that." Her mother said softly.

  Sierra, still looking at the doll, nodded and started her way down the stairs.

  Sierras dad took the doll outside and threw it in the garbage.

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  "Why do you think she did that?" Sierras mother asked.

  "I think she only wants attention because she doesn't have friends to give her the attention." Her father said plainly.

  "I thought that to at first, but, when I walked in the look on her face... It just didn't seem like she was fakeing it." She said with a more clamy voice.

  "I bet she will be over it by morning. No need to worry now." Her father said in a tiering voice.

  "Yeah, I guess so."

****

  The next morning Sierra woke up with the sun shining through the window right at her face.

  Her mom was coming down the stairs in her robe and bunny slippers.

  "Start getting ready for school sierra!" Her mom said in a rushed voice.

  "Okay, okay." Sierra said walking to the stairs.

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  When sierra walked in to the school hallway all eyes were on her. It was like she was a white crayon in a box full of black crayons.

  As soon as class began the teacher started asking questions about Sierra in front of the whole class.

  The questions were like "what's your name" "favorite color". Until she asked... "Where do you live?"

  Sierra froze. Should she say the truth? "I...I live on black key hill...."

  Everyone went silent. "Um...okay dear that's enough questions for now please sit down..." Her teacher said not even looking at her.

  After that every eye was stuck on her. There were looks of horror and sorrow.

  Sierra almost jumped out of her seat when the recess bell rang. She was free of the burning feeling that your sixth sense gets when you feel as though someone is staring at you.

  When sierra walked out no one looked at her. Not a word or a glance.

  Sierra went and sat on a bench right by the basketball court. She could hear whispers of "yes that's her" "she's the one" sierra turned around and two girls looked up one ran away but the other walked closer.

  "Hi I am Rachel I am in the fourth grade." The girl said with a smile. "I heard you live on black key hill."

  "Yeah, what's it to you" sierra said kind of rude.

  "I love paranormal stuff!" The girl said even more excited.

  "What do you mean paranormal stuff?" Sierra asked more intreasted.

  "Well of course im talking about the story of your house! Silly!" The girl said.

  "What story?" Sierra said confused.

  "Dont tell me you have never been told the story! The story of the old lady?"

  "I have no idea what you are talking about!" Sierra said agitated.

  "Okay, okay, a long time ago there was this old lady. She lived in your house alone. She had no kids, she didnt even have a husband. No one liked her. Every one thought she was ugly. She had made dolls for years. She didnt think to ever sell them. But she was getting really old and wanted to get rid of things. So she decided to make a business of making dolls. She got very famous very quick. People would come from all over the world just to have a doll. But soon people got very angry. There were reports of dolls moving, watching, running. She had to shut down her business. The day after she shut her business down the police got a call."

  Sierra was waiting for her to say what the call was she was so into the story she was on the edge of the bench. "What was the phone call?!"

  "It was just breathing no one talked just breathing. So the police went to her house. They couldnt find her until one of them looked in the basement."

  "Wait I dont have a basement though." Sierra said in a shaky voice.

  "Well I can tell you why. When one of them went down stairs the old lady was laying in a devils star her wrists were covered with blood and there was a note on her. Her wrists had been cut so many times her hands were barely still on her body. The note only said one thing. DESTROY DOLL #101. After every thing that happened the cops made it so the only way to get into the basement is the underground tunnel leading from the cemetary. The cops never did find the doll."

  "What did the doll look like?" Sierra could barely talk she had a huge lump in her throat and on the verge of tears.

  "Well people say the old lady only made rag dolls." The girl said once more. Just then the recess bell rang and the girl ran back inside.

  Sierra was determind now.