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The Doll

"Oh, come on out, I just want to play a little game," the sickly-sweet voice called. 
I tried to hide my breathing, but it was difficult, I was terrified and just ran through the house, trying to find a way out. None of the doors could open, and the windows were unbreakable. I should've thrown away that damn doll the day I got it.. I thought to myself, pressing my body against the floor to try and make myself smaller. 
"I know you're in here.." the doll said as it walked into my room, dragging its nails along the wall. "If you wanted to play hide and seek, you could've just told me," it giggled. 
From my hiding place under the bed, I could see the feet and bottom of its legs. The smell the doll carried was sweet, yet rancid like something crawled up and died in it. 
"Found you," the doll's face was suddenly in mine, a huge grin covering its broken face. "Now it's my turn," it giggled as it pulled me out from under the bed by my hair. 
"L-Let me go!" I yelled, hitting at its arm. 
It was no use. Even though the doll was made of porcelain, it was almost unbreakable. 
"Now now, that's not very nice, is it?" It asked, an evil giggle escaping form between its ruby red lips. 
How did I even end up in this situation? Well, it started a couple of weeks ago, on my 16th birthday. My parents had just gotten home from a vacation and got me a birthday present. 

"Come on Lizzy!" My friend called from outside. "You really going to be late for your own birthday?"
Fixing the black ribbon bow on my dress, I headed downstairs and out the back door. "Well, I have to look perfect, don't I?"
My friend laughed and shoved me playfully. "You know that the only one who looks better than you is me," she smiled, pretending to be all flattered. 
I rolled by eyes and headed over to the picnic table we had in the backyard. Our yard wasn't huge, but it was a nice size. We weren't rich but were well off, which is why I was able to go to private school. I didn't have any siblings, so I pretty much got everything I wanted. 
Most of the party went by in a blur. I got makeup, some books, a new phone, but the last present is what bothered me the most. 
My parents were excited about me opening it, so I thought it was going to be something super expensive and nice, but that wasn't the case. 
The simple silver wrapping paper was neatly wrapped around the box, a pink lace bow tied around it. Thinking that it was something better, I tore through the wrapping paper as fast as I could. The box was purple and plain, with simple pink decorations covering the sides of the boxes. When I turned the box over, I lost my smile. 
A doll, which I guess could be considered pretty, stared up at me. Her brown eyes seemed full of life, her brown hair styled and parted on the side. She wore makeup, a pink and purple dress, white leggings, gloves, and simple black shoes. But that didn't change the fact that her face was covered in cracks, making her look broken. 
"A.. broken doll?" I asked and looked up at my parents. 
My mother wore a huge smile. "The guy who sold it to us said that it used to belong to a little girl in the 1960s and that it was probably much older. It's supposed to bring you luck."
I wish I threw it away at that moment because the 'luck' it brought me wasn't good. 
After a few hours, the party settled down, my friends and visiting family members slowly leaving one by one, until it was just me and my parents. I took my gifts up to my room and got ready for bed. As I sat at my dresser and brushed out my hair, I couldn't help but feel that the doll was watching me. 
It was sitting on my bookshelf, now out of the box. 
I tried to ignore the feeling, but it just grew worse and worse, so I gave up and went to bed, turning the doll around to face the wall. 
I slept with no problem that night, but as time went on, I started having nightmares. 
In my nightmares I wasn't my own self, but a little girl six or seven years old. My green eyes were now brown, and my blonde hair was brown as well. 
"Molly.. don't try and hide.." A voice would tell me every time I tried to hide or escape. 
One day, the same day that the doll came to life, I was sitting in my room, reading while music played softly in the background. I had grown used to the doll watching me every second of the day. My parents had gone out for dinner with some friends, so it was just me. 
At some point, my phone rang. When I checked the number, I didn't recognize it, but it was a local number, so I answered it. 
"Hello?" I asked, setting my book down. 
"Where is the doll?" A female asked. Her voice was rough, and she sounded drunk, so I was going to brush it off until she asked, "has the doll spoken to you? I know my sister is there.. I want her back."
My heart started to race a bit. "M-Miss, what are you talking about?"
"I want my sister back!" She screamed. 
Static came out of the speaker, causing me to drop my phone. I was too scared to pick it up as the lady kept screaming. After what seemed like forever, she hung up. 
I stayed on my bed, staring at the phone. 
"Wanna play a game?" A little girl's voice asked. 
I looked around to see if maybe the girl next door got inside, but saw nothing out of place, except for the fact that the doll was standing on the shelf, not sitting like how I left it. 
"O-Ok Lizzy, you're not going insane, maybe mother moved it.." I told myself, picking my book up again. 
"Let's play doll.." The voice said again. 
My heart sank into my stomach. As I looked up from the page and at the shelf, the doll was no longer there. When I turned my head towards the voice, I saw the doll. 
But it was no longer a doll. 
It was five times as tall and looked human. "Let's play a game.." It said, its voice no longer sweet sounding but instead raspy and broken. The black ribbon was no longer around its neck, revealing a gap that went through its entire neck. The head of the doll was floating above its head, a dark red liquid dripping from the gap. 
A scream escaped from my mouth as I left the room, running to the front door. I tried to open it, but the handle wouldn't move. It was broken, unable to move even though it was unlocked. Moving to the windows in the dining room, I tried to break them, but my fist bounced from the glass. 
"Back door!" I yelled as I ran into the kitchen. 
That's when the smell of blood hit me, causing me to gag and nearly vomit. 
"You didn't like how they always left you at home by yourself.." The doll giggled, sitting in the chair between the bodies, "now they can be with you forever.. I made them perfect."
I didn't know what to do. Call the police? And say what, that a doll I got for my birthday had come to life and murdered my parents and now wants to murder me? 
No way, I would be deemed insane if I said that.
I ran back up the stairs, into my room, locked the door behind me, and hid under the bed. 
"Oh, come on out, I just want to play a little game," the sickly-sweet voice called. 
I tried to hide my breathing, but it was difficult, I was terrified and just ran through the house, trying to find a way out. None of the doors could open, and the windows were unbreakable. I should've thrown away that damn doll the day I got it.. I thought to myself, pressing my body against the floor to try and make myself smaller. 
"I know you're in here.." the doll said as it walked into my room, dragging its nails along the wall. "If you wanted to play hide and seek, you could've just told me," it giggled. 
From my hiding place under the bed, I could see the feet and bottom of its legs. The smell the doll carried was sweet, yet rancid like something crawled up and died in it. 
"Found you," the doll's face was suddenly in mine, a huge grin covering its broken face. "Now it's my turn," it giggled as it pulled me out from under the bed by my hair. 
"L-Let me go!" I yelled, hitting at its arm. 
It was no use. Even though the doll was made of porcelain, it was almost unbreakable. 
"Now now, that's not very nice, is it?" It asked, an evil giggle escaping form between its ruby red lips. 
How did I even end up in this situation? Well, it started a couple of weeks ago, on my 16th birthday. My parents had just gotten home from a vacation and got me a birthday present. 
The doll, which was no longer a foot tall but instead closer to five, held me by my throat, holding me against my bed. "Stop fighting! I just want to make you a perfect, little doll!" It laughed, smudging my new makeup all over my face. "Your hair isn't nice, maybe I'll cut some of it off," it giggled.
"No!" I screamed, kicking at the doll. 
Even though its arms were thin and made of porcelain, it was way stronger than me. I couldn't even get it to budge. 
"That isn't how you treat your friends!" It laughed, chopping my hair with a knife. "I'll turn you into the prettiest doll I've made!" It giggled. 
I struggled against its grip. "Friends?! Why would I be friends with a freak like you?!"
The doll's grip on my neck tightened. "Freak?" It asked, its voice now venomous and low, "you're the freak." 
A flash of silver filled by eyes as a sharp pain shot through my neck. I tried to breath but couldn't. I could feel the blood escaping the wound and go into the sheets. I tried to beg for it to stop but couldn't. 
"Shh..." it whispered in my ear, "the pain will fade soon. Don't worry, I'll make you the prettiest doll ever. And dolls aren't supposed to talk, so enjoy the silence..." 
My vision soon faded to black. 

"-the couple and their daughter were brutally murdered in their own home by what authorities believe is to be a deranged serial killer. This makes the seventh attack by the killer in the last six months," the reporter on the news read. "Now, the weather."
The TV was turned off. 
"I want you two to go and get me my daughter back," a female sitting in the chair ordered, her face hidden by the shadows of the room. "You, go and get my husband.." 
The three people she was talking to bow their heads in silence before leaving, two heading to find the doll, the third to find the female's husband. 
"It's time for you to come home Doll.." The lady mumbled once she was alone. With one hand, she closed the file sitting on her desk, a picture of a young girl starting up at her, until it was covered. 
The girl in the picture wasn't Lizzy, but of the doll. Rather, the girl that became The Doll.