"Dad, do you think I'm weird?" I asked. "You're not weird sweetie." said Adam.
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Adam, his husband Oliver and their two
children has moved to New Jersey after a tragic event. The reason why they moved was because Adam wanted to give his daughter...
I was in my room and had tea party with my dolls. Father had just bought a new doll to me, I love Annabelle so much. The ghost of my grandma showed up. Just then the door opened and papa came in.
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(Esme, 11)
"Are you talking to your ghost friends again?" he asked. "I just met my grandma." I said. Papa grapped a cross and burned me. I screamed outta pain. "You are a freak Esme." replied Anthony coldly. "Don't hurt me." I sobbed. He pushed Annabelle to the floor and kicked her.
"Nooo." I said. "I should've drowned you when you were still a baby. But your dear father saved you." replied Anthony. "Why do you hate me so much? I haven't done anything to you." I said. "I wanted a normal daughter, not a demon." he replied. "I'm not a demon, I was born this way." I said.
"I will do the thing that I should have done eleven years ago." replied Anthony. He dragged me out to the forest, he took me to a lake. "Have a nice life in hell." he said and drowned me. He laid the Annabelle doll on the ground.
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Jack's: POV
I went out, and saw a group of people. "Please help me, my daughter is dead. My husband killed my beloved Esme. You have to help me." I said and tears were streaming down my cheeks. I saw Anthony and my eyes went cold.
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(Jack in the 30s)
"YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER!!" I screamed hysterically. "I had to, her soul was possessed by a demon." he said. "SHE'S NOT A DEMON!!!" I shouted. My eyes were flashing and I was shaking. "Mr. Johnson, please take care of this poor man." he said to a man in a white coat. I was send to a mental asylum for madness.
