''I want this one!'' said the little girl, pointing at a blond pony tailed china doll photo with a frame.
''Are you sure munchkin, we can't return it back.''
''I WANT IT!'' she demanded, shouting like a spoilt four year old.
Their parents look at each other and shrugged. They didn't want their child to moan all day just because of a lame photo! So they bought it anyway. The child's name, was Amelia. She was very fond of dolls and was also very spoilt!
''Where do you want to put your frame sweetie?'' asked her mother, holding the rather big doll photo in her two hands.
''In the middle of the room!'' she answered.
Her mother placed the frame in the middle of the room and said ''Is this okay?''
''NO! To the right.'' her mother held the frame again and put it three inches to the right, ''Now?''
''STOP DOING IT WRONG!'' screamed Amelia, stamping one of her foot.
''I am NOT moving the frame again Meme.''
''YES YOU ARE!''
''I AM NOT MOVING THE FRAME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? IT'S VERY HEAVY.'' and she stormed of.
Amelia, sad on her bed crying for no reason. Well, it was a reason actually... Her mum shouted at her and she's even MORE sad because the frame didn't go exactly the right place on her wall. She wiped the last tear from her eye, and look up at the frame. She gazed at it for a few brief moments, then her mum and dad came in.
''Meme... The doll photo you have is from a famous painter who's blind.''
''Go away! I don't want to talk to you.'' and she turned her body to the other side of the room on her bed. ''Oh, and I don't want the photo frame anymore if it's painted by someone blind!''
Well still... That was before! now three years past, she's now nine and more mature and can get a hold of herself easily.
''Amelia! I have a present for you!'' smiled her mum, sitting down beside Amelia on the sofa.
''What is it?'' she asked, looking rather puzzled.
''Its a gift, my grandmother gave it to me when I was your age.... When she passed away. Well, I got to say, she reminds me of you a little.''
Amelia looked at the doll for a minute. Then she looked at her mum.
''I love it!'' she sighed happily, hugging her mother. But really? No, no no! She HATED it.
''Why don't you go to your room and play with it?'' said mum.
''Sure... Why not'' Amelia ran upstairs and sat on her bed with her doll her her hands. Amelia hated the doll so much that she was even talking to it! ''Look doll, just stay out of my way. I'd never have a doll as ugly as you!'' she shouted softy. It's kind of odd to talk to a doll... But she was too dumb to realize it.
It was now bed time. She went in to bed and was fell asleep quite easily. It was a dark and lonely night... Most like any night but this night was different in a way...
''Meme... Meme... Lets play...'' said a mysterious voice.
Amelia was still asleep, so she didn't hear the voice. The voice stopped... Then, Meme woke up at the exact time the voice stopped. Amelia looked at the time, it was 12:01 at midnight. It was so quiet. Not a sound in the world. Amelia didn't like silence... She looked around, then slowly drifted to sleep again.
Amelia woke up again, but this time it was morning. She yawned and stretched both of her arms. But her left arm was touching her dolls head! Amelia was shocked! Her heart pumped heavily at that moment as she saw her doll looking like it was about to climb up her bed. Amelia's bed wasn't a bunkbed. It was just a normal bed, but six inches higher.
''Look doll! What is wrong with you? Just mind your own business, not that you have any.'' grinned Amelia, opening her cupboard door. When she opened it, she saw a photo frame that looked exactly like the doll! Blond pony tailed hair, blue and white frock, dark blue little shoes. And the weird thing was that the doll was in the same position as the doll itself when it was about to climb her bed. Amelia threw the doll in to the cupboard and closed it before anything strange would happen! Amelia was too scared to get dressed, so she stayed in her pajamas all day!
It was bed time again. After Amelia's dinner, she brushed her teeth and crawled in to bed. She was quite sure nothing would happen to her this time... Almost. She then drifted to sleep.
''Meme..Meme... Let me out!'' shrieked the mysterious voice once again.
Amelia was awake to hear the noise this time...
''Meme...''
Amelia was frightened... It was too dark to see or do anything! She started to freak out... Her alarm clock said it was 12:01, just like last night! What else could make her freaked?
''GO AWAY, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!'' she shouted, urgently.
She was breathing so quickly, but she was so tired... Before she knew it, she was sleeping right on the spot.
Then she woke up at morning. It was 8:24 AM. She didn't dare to stretch so she just decided to stretch her other body parts instead. When she looked forward, she saw the doll... The china doll was gazing at her with her cheeky little smile. Amelia sneered. She then looked at her cupboard. It was wide open! The photo frame had the exact position as the doll! This was getting strange... She held the doll and smashed it on the wall a few times so it can look its worst! And it did. Then she threw it under her bed and left it there uselessly. Once again, she didn't dare getting dressed.
Now the third night... Amelia's mum kissed her goodnight, and then her mother closed the door carefully. It took longer for Amelia to go to sleep this night, but she went to sleep eventually. Then the voice spoke again...
''NOW YOUR GOING TO KNOW HOW IT FEELS LIKE TO BE THROWN IN THE CUPBOARD!''
.....Silence
Amelia wasn't awake on her bed this night... It was 11:32 AM, her parents were getting worried. Her mum went up and peeked through the gap in the door.
''Hello?'' she mumbled, no answer.
She saw no body was there.... She walked in the room slowly and heard a dripping sound from her daughters cupboard
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
Amelia's mum then opened the cupboard... Her daughter was stuffed in the cupboard, looking like a hibernating hedgehog dead in its home. her forehead was bleeding and her eyes was wide open with her tongue out and a note pinned on it.
Don't judge a book by it's
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