Doll stories

The smiling doll

''Mom, mom. Look at that doll.''Cry a little girl watching a doll dressed in a white dress with two braids. I approached the window, next to the girl. I noticed that the girl looked at me, so here turns his head toward her slowly. My short hair sticking out of the hood he wore.

''¿Do you also like it? ''I asked lan girl with her sweet voice. I gave a sarcastic laugh, look at the floor and then the girl again. But this time serious.

''No, not like. He is a demon, and if you were smart, wouldn't bought it.-I told the girl in such from a that turned to the mother warning her pulling his jacket to me. Mrs. blonde like the girl and looked at me.

''Do you need help?'' I smiled.

-No, i don't. Is you how need help.-replied and left.

I was like that girl.Inocente, curious ... But that night everything changed. A sound woke me up at night.

''¿Mom, is you?'' I asked the time I got out of bed. Go down the stairs and toward the kitchen. But there was no one. But then I heard a voice, a voice calling me.

''Come here, sweete flower. Your mom is in the living room.''I walked slowly into the room trying to make the least noise possible. That voice belonged to my mother, but a little strange, it was as if something had changed. When I was in the entrance hall I could see that the fire was lit, and beside a figure that looked black in the shade towards the fireplace. My mother had wet hair and holding something in his lap. I realized it was a doll, and at that moment, wrist looked at me, shook his head at me and looked at me. I was so scared I almost start to cry. But instead I left running when my mother look.  Her eyes were completely black, with blood on them.

''What about sweet flower ?, not come to embrace your mother?''She said, and I start  runing. Away from home, and went to the neighbor's house, I called a few times until Mr.Robinson opened the door.

'' What happens?'' He asked angrily. 

'' Please, you must help me. My mother have been owned by my doll, and she wants to kill me.''It sounds stupid in my head as I dream you must have to Mr.Robinson looking at me with a strange face. 

''Okay. Notify wen she get well.''He said and before closing the door felt immense pain the back. I fell down, and behind was my mother with smiling doll in her hand. My mother was launched againstMrr.Robinson, and that was the last I saw.

When abrílos eyes I was in the hospital, and I began to remember what happened istérica. I started screaming and throwing things, but I instantly put a calming and fell asleep.

My mother died, like Mr.Robinson, but the doll was not found anywhere. Except the day walking down the street and saw a showcase. And I saw a little girl was looked at it. A girl of eight years. The same age with which I had to endure this immense torture.