“Liberty? Liberty?” Liberty felt the warm hands on her back shaking her awake. She rolled over, her blond hair getting caught in her mouth as she did so. “Liberty did you go outside last night?” Her mother asked looking toward the window that was partially open and the muddy shoes beneath the rim.
“Huh. Oh yeah, I remembered to get something from my tree house.” She said raising her head and starting to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She didn’t remember coming in and falling asleep in her bed, but she was hoping that it had all been a dream. She saw a look on her mother’s face that she had never seen before, a look of horror. Was she scaring her mom?
“Oh well come on I made pancakes.” Her mom whispered getting up and walking out of the room. Liberty got up and walked to her closet, dragging her feet as she moved. She picked out a white dress with yellow beautiful flowers. As she slipped out of her clothes and into the dress, her eyes drifted, catching something. It was the doll looking up at her, its wooden hands clutching the eyeball. Her breathing got heavier as the doll smiled a devilish smile and licked the eyeball. She shut the closet door swiftly and ran out of her room into the kitchen. “What’s wrong Liberty you looked like you’ve seen a ghost?” Her mom retorted looking at her with worried eyes as she set a plate of warm sugary pancakes. Liberty lifted her hand and pressed it against her chilled face, her thoughts began racing, millions of thoughts running in and out.
“I-I’m fine.” Liberty stuttered then quickly sat on a wooden chair and began nibbling on one of the pancakes that was drowning in syrup. She kept her eyes down, afraid to give mother any other spooks. When there was knock on the door. She got an Erie feeling as it echoed through her mind.
“LIBERTY CAN YOU GET THAT?” Her mother shouted from the laundry room. The little girl moved slowly, jumping off onto the floor, still shuddering from the past events. She lightly put her hand on the knob when she heard it, the blaring of sirens. That’s when the second sound rang out, the familiar wicked screech of the doll.
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TerrorThere is a killing spree going on in a small town in Wyoming. The perpetraitor? A 7 year old girl. Killing her victims in various ways she always leaves one hint, she steals one eyeball. How long will this last? Will they ever suspect a little gir...
