My book of horror stories

Request 2 (amethyst eyes)

I remember it like it was yesterday, the eyes, they could reach far into your soul with one glance, I still shudder at the memory and it happened 5 years ago.

We had recently moved house(my husband,my daughter and I), it was perfect, huge chandeliers, ensuite bathrooms and even a balcony. It all seemed to good to be true. When we were unpacking Emily(my daughter) was getting in the way, so I told her to go make friends. Nothing bad could happen,right? That night she came home about 4pm, covered in mud but she was happy so I didn't question her. I then noticed that she had a doll in her grasp, facing towards her chest. "What have you got there?" I asked curiously. She didn't answer, just turned the doll around whilst giggling. I stole a glance at its antique looking face, a uneat stitched smile and huge amethyst eyes, staring right at me. I felt I shiver run up my spine as I crossed the room, as if it's eyes were following me. That night I told Emily to go to bed, she obliged, taking the doll with her. She had never been so well behaved. Me and my Husband then went to bed.
The next morning Emily came downstairs, coming straight to me. She told me that she'd heard Darcy giggle? I asked her who Darcy was and she told me it was her doll.
At this point I hated that doll, it freaked me out and now my daughter as well. I asked my husband(Frank) to come with me to the attic. He unwillingly followed. I crawled up the steps, holding the doll away from me. To my advantage I found a safe behind a painting, so I quickly through Darcy in. Just when I closed it I could have sworn the dolls smile turned to a frown. We then went back downstairs, continuing what we were doing before, night came before I knew it and I was soon drifting off into my dreamland.
I woke up to banging coming from the attic, as if furniture was being moved, there isn't anything up there though. I turned onto my side to see the clock. 3:20am. I lay in bed thinking of what it could be. I must've fell asleep because the next time I woke up it was morning. My daughter came downstairs upset. "Darcy won't stop giggling ," she whispered. I looked at her shocked, what could she be hearing? That dolls in the attic.
Over the next few weeks I always woke up at exactly 3:20am to the sound of furniture moving and Emily told me that more giggling was coming from the attic. One night I woke up to the familiar sound and a door creaking open, I thought nothing of it until I heard the screams that followed. My Husband jolted awake. We quickly got out of bed, running to Emily's room. She wasn't in there! I stood and thought for a second. "The attic!" I called out. I quickly ran up the stairs, panting heavily when I reached the top. As soon as I saw the floor I was in utter shock. There lay my daughter, I smile stitched into her face, dead. On the wall written in blood reads "smile for me?"

Frank and left the house the next day. This is a warning for all who read this note, leave Immediately, Before she knows your here.
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Requested by @Gaming_Girl_On_ID