The Doll

chapter 6

Witney was still mad at me, blaming me at random times for grandpa's death. I have to admit, I kind of feel like I am to blame.
I walked down the hall to Witneys room while the police were walking around the house, trying to find evidence, but of course, they wouldn't find any because it's bloody Mary. I sat on Witneys makeshift bed and saw something. I looked down and saw a doll, probably from Mary. But this one was weird, it was gothic, with black hair and tears streaming down her face and mascara smudging in with it, the doll wore a black, silk dress with white lace at the bottom. I picked it up and on the neck of the doll read: Mary.

I gaped, did this doll belong to her? Well all the dolls belonged to her, I grabbed the dolls of Witneys shelf and looked to the back of there necks. Nothing. I looked at another one, nope, another, no, another, nope.

I was stressed. I put my hands on my head and tugged on my hair. This doll was strange. I put the doll back on the bed and it's eyes closed. No, I don't like these dolls. The ones where they're eyes close. Well, I don't like dolls in general. I pushed the doll to the other side of the bed. I stared at the doll, it's eyes opened and stared back. I pretty much pooped my pants. "How?" I tilted my head to the side. The doll just stared back blankly. I felt cold. I grabbed my brown sweater and slipped it on. I heard a faint laugh. "I'm not scared of you!" I whispered. The coldness left.

Haha witch! I thought. Goodbye!

I walked out of the room with the doll and walked up to Witney. "What is this?" I showed her the doll.

"Mary's doll! Where did you get it?"

"Your room."

"Give it!"

"Not until you tell me why Mary gives you these."

"She says I should give them to friends so she can watch over all of us."

"Not watch over, it's stalk them. Witney, how could you be this stupid?"

Witney did her pouty face. "Just give me my doll!" I handed it over to her. "Fine." I sighed.