The doll

Maria

It was Maria's 13th birthday and she was extremley excited and couldn't wait. There was cake, balloons- basically everything you would find at a normal birthday party, and of course there were presents. Maria hadn't expected anything special. She had gotten clothes, new shoes, makeup-all that stuff girls like. But there was one particular gift that was quite odd.

A doll. Now this wasn't just ANY old doll. This particular one could walk and talk. Not the kind of gift a 13 year old would ask for, but Maria loved the doll. Her uncle had given it to her. But he told her to make sure to turn the doll off after using it. Maria didn't think too much about that unfortunatley.

She loved the doll dearly and would care for her. She hadn't yet thought of a name for her, but that didn't matter. 

~

Soon enough as Maria got older she seemed to lose interest in the doll and decided it was time she moved on. As Maria matured quickly, the doll seemed to have vanished. She didn't seem to mind that much, after all she didn't need it anymore. 

One bright, sunny moring she was cleaning out her bedroom. There were dozons of old, dusty boxes under her bed. As she threw the items out into the garbage she found a small doll. She regonised it at once. It was her beloved doll.

Maria shrugged and threw the doll down the stairs. But what she didn't know was that the doll's on/off switch had turned ON.

That night when Maria was about to go to bed she felt like she was being watched somehow. She was terrified of the dark and paranoid whenever she heard the slightest movement of anything. 

Getting into her warm bed she slowley closed her eyes and dozed off. At that exact moment  she heard a faint noise downstairs.

"Mariaaa, im on the first step..."

"Mariaaa, im on the second step..."

"Mariaaa, im on the third step..."

She opened her eyes thinking this was a dream. 'what..what was that' she thought to herself. She persuaded herself it was coming from outside and closed her eyes again. But then again-

"Mariaaaa, im on the forth step.."

"Mariaaaa,im on the fifth step...."

"Mariaaaa,im on the sixth step.."

*BANG*

She immediatley shot up from her bed. This was definatley NOT a dream. She started taking deep breaths to calm herself down. Tip-toeing over to her mother's room she found her sleeping silently like nothing ever happend.

"Mom."She whispered

"MOM!!

"Nng..what- is it.."

"I k-keep hearing w-weird s-s-sounds...", Maria quivered

"Must be your window", Her mother said yawning

Maria sighed. There wasn't any use dealing with her mother. Swiftley running back to her room, she left the door open behind her and jumped into her covers, using it like a protective shield.

But that wasn't going to stop there now was it?

This time she heard it again, with a serious of voices too. It sounded creepily like a doll voice.

"Mariaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, im on the seventh step.."

"Mariaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, im on the eight step..."

Maria quickley shut her ears to stop the voices. Why was she hearing this? 

"Maria....im....on.....the.....ninth ....step..."

It was a nightmare. The voice felt so close, she had to clasp her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Her body was paralaysed with fear and tension.

"maria.

im

on 

the

last

step 

he

he"

~

Maria was found dead the next morning. Her mother was disrought by this.

Her throught was slit in half and her organs were sprawled out on the floor.

And what was beside her?

A pretty doll grinning away with an axe lying beside her.