As I slowly make my way down the corridor, I remember my binder lingering in my desk. I race to home room and fish my belongings out. My thoughts wander back to a memory. A fateful, paranormal memory. My name is Evelyn. It was my birthday. I turned 12 and my father got me a laughing doll with brown hair and rosy cheeks. It was all I wished for. It was a cabbage patch girl. Even at the mature age of 12 I loved their pinky, flushed cheeks and huge eyes. They were the centre of attention. This doll sat on my ledge. It had a button function. When you pressed the button it'd bellow out "Happy Birthday Hun!" chorused by a series of childish laughter. Although it shook me, I guess I couldn't get enough of the excitement that bubbled through me as I pressed it. Later in the year, my Parents had traveled to Niagra and my Grandparents accompanied them. They were gone for one week. No one was at home with me. On the first day, as I scurried off to Bayridge Public School,I tenderly placed my doll on the ledge, securely in her little seat. I headed off. As I was in class, I had a shocking feeling something was wrong. At lunch I dashed home. I ran into my room panting, and breathless. There on the floor was my doll. The clothes were ripped exposing her button. The singing function was on! She sang "Happy Birthday Hun!" The function ONLY worked when someone PUSHED it! How was it on? It's singing skidded to a stop and I heard the doll say "RUN" in a bold, but eerie tone. I backed away. I was crying. Tears streamed down my young face. I tucked her in. I called school telling the secretary I was feeling ill and that I wouldn't be returning. I tucked in the doll who was still whispering "Run" and I walked downstairs and snuggled on a couch for a nap. Half an hour later, I woke up, hearing voices. I reckoned it was mom and dad. As I opened my bleary eyes,the doll came in vision. I let out a scream. As I did the doll flew off and landed on the table with a thud. It was screaming in agony. I yelled and it shushed. I paled instantly. I shook it off. I dismissed it and settled down to watch some Lost on Netflix. I had popcorn and chocolate with me. I dismissed the thought thinking I was acting up because of my severe cramps which resulted in puberty. I just cried and ate chocolate because of my cramps and because I was freaking out. The doll was across me laying on my feet. I slowly tucked my feet in. The doll gave out a menacing laugh. I cried and stuffed it in my closet as I snoozed off. I had a troubled sleep. In my dream my mother and father were scared and crying as the doll sneak attacked me and I died. I bolted up. I smelled blood. The doll caught my sight. It was cackling and was holding a knife gleaming with blood.it pointed at me with the knife. I smelled smoke! My bed was on FIRE!!!! Howwwwww? There was fire solution beside my doll. It had a distorted visual. I bolted the house and screaming called 911 they rushed over and saw the doll chasing me and killed it and burnt it. They put out my bed. I stayed with the police the rest of the week. Now as I am walking home I shudder and blink that story away. I'm older and smarter but, believe me, there is still lots more paranormal stuff that will come my way. Perhaps the doll again. I don't know. I walk home and dismiss the thought. I have a great life. The past in in the past.
