Doll stories

The porcelain doll

Thunder could be heard from inside the room, raindrops falling, doors opening. In the floor next to a small shelf there was a bloodstained knife.
The sun illuminated the house seemed like a star. Middle-aged man with green eyes and brown hair painfully dragging a small suitcase to the house .He stood at the door and took keys, introduced in the door. The man put the lock and keys on the kitchen table and suitcase to the top of the stairs and sat on the stairs reading. He fell asleep.
The man woke up because of a creepy voice he had heard in the middle of the night. Under the stairs, careful not to fall for the fear I felt in those moments. He poked his head out from behind the door and saw a doll playing a harp while singing

'' Weaves, weaves you tending your trap all you want to leave here do not escape into your house is your enemy, spinning her distaff''.

 Then the doll stab knife in the stomach. The man died

2 years later.

He had accepted the house with no problem despite knowing that in that same house a man had died, for me it was no problem. I opened the front door. He had accepted the house with no problem despite knowing that in that same house a man had died, for me it was no problem. I opened the front door. He was hungry. So here were addressed me into the kitchen. I made myself a sandwich with bread and ham she had brought from my other house. When I heard a noise coming from the room. I grabbed one of the knives that were in the silverware drawer.

''Weaves, weaves you tending your trap all you want to leave here do not escape within your house is your enemy spinning her wrist distaff''

A doll appeared before me. I take back the scare, left wrist not to repeat the same song.
-¡Shut up! I screamed-You’re not real, you're not! At that moment the wrist grabbed the knife that had fallen from my hands and lunged at me. It looked like he was dead when I opened my eyes, I had crossed the wrist.
The wrist is held motionless beside me, I took that time to take the knife and stab in the head. After that I walked away everything. The doll fell and disappeared .I take my bags and keys and ran, turned a match before leaving. I pulled the keys out the window and closed it. The house caught fire. The doll appeared in the window, wrote something on the window.
''You're going to die''. But then the wrist began to burn reducing everything to ashes, as it should have always been.

'' No one believed me. But the soul of the doll still waking in the ashes of the house. Waiting for a new victim''