ONE SHOT STORIES

THE DOLL

Thriller, Mystery,  Romance

WHEN I was 5 years old, my mom give me doll as a present for my birthday. My face was delightful that day. Not until I turned 18. Then I realized the doll was hunted. My father and mother died on my 17 birthday. And that day the doll started to get hunted.

Eating in the middle of the night, hearing some little whisper upstairs. A crying baby's voice crept in my ears. My heart began to skipped. My hands are shaking in fear. My eyes are focusing on the food trying to process on whats happening upstairs.

“ Jesús, Save me from whats happening right now.” I whispered, closing my eyes tightly.

Washing my plates fastly. As I stared at the water basin in from of me. Hearing some foot steps upstairs again. And this time I was thinking of getting rid of the mysteries inside my house.

AT 1 am, I was getting ready for bed. I heard a little voices inside the closet. With shaking hands I slowly walked towards the closet. The little voices kept creeping on my ears like an echo. My shaking hands reach the closets door knob. The echoes of the little voices in my ears disappeared as I slowly opened the closet with my cold hands due to fear.
As i watched the closet door opening, my eyes was closed tightly. The closet door fully opened and there I saw a doll. The doll I used to play went I was 5 to 10 years old, I looked at the doll. It seems like the doll was looking intently at me. Dinampot ko ito.

“Bakit ito nandito?” And a little flashback entered in my mind. I put this doll here when mom and dad died because of the car accident. The doll was reminding me of my beloved Mother and Father. Tinignan ko ulit and closet. It was an old closet, It was from my grandma's house transferred here inside my bedroom. Wala na akong nakitang kakaiba bukod sa lumang kahon na nasa loob at ang mga lumang damit ng aking pumanaw na lola.

“hmm, I guess... Diyan ka nalang.. hindi na ako bata para maglaro ng mga laroan.” Saad ko sa aking laroan na ang pangalan ay Bella. Ipinasok ko ulit ang doll sa loob ng lumang aparador ng aking pumanaw na lola. Naglakad ako papuntang higaan kahit nararamdaman ko parin ang pagkabalisa. Timitig ako sa puting kisame ng hindi ako makaramdam ng antok, But then again I heard a little hum.
My heart began to beat faster. The tone of the hum was my mother's Melody. B-but she's already dead. Pinipigilan kong lumingon sa pinanggalingan ng boses. I was afraid of what might happen to me.

“Oh, gòd please. Don't do this scary things t-to me.” I prayed silently. Suddenly the hum stops. I sigh and slowly close my eyes.

MORNING came, I tried to forget what happened to me last night. My day went well, At night I was a part-timer in the 7/11 store. I usually get home late at night around 11 pm.

Slowly opening the door of my house. I turned on the light and sees my usual full of silent house. Umakyat ako sa itaas para mag-bihis at maligo na rin. Wala namang pinagbago mag- isa nalang ako.
Then in a sudden, I heard a little steps inside the room next to mine. It's like inviting me to come inside. It sent me shivers down my spine. I slowly walk towards the room next to mine. It was the room of my parents.

“Hello?” As i slowly enter. And there I saw bella my doll in the bed of my parents.

“How did you get here?” I ask. Trying to hide my fear. The doll seriously watched me. I let out a heavy sigh and get out of the room without looking back at the doll.

“Hmm, mukhang kailangan ko na ngang bigyan ng pansin ang mga pagpaparamdam noong mga nakaraang gabi ah.” I whispered to my self.

NIGHT that full of silence, I was studying at my book when I heard a foot steps inside the next room where my mom and dad used to sleep. Pinilit ko itong wag pansinin at kailangan mag focus. But it can't help it! My curiosity kills me. So I slowly walk towards the door of my room leaving no foot steps. Ng silipin ko ito'y may anino akong nakita. It was a boy! How come? I looked all my windows and doors. Dahil sa takot ni-lock ko ang pinto ng aking kwarto at nagmamadaling pumunta sa aking kama at nag- kumot. Pilit kong ikinakalma ang aking sarili.