The Doll in the Closet

Ryan is a 17 year old boy, with a imaginitive little sister named Gracie. Gracie is 7 years old.

This would be their first night alone in their new house in Texas.Ryan is on the phone with his girlfriend, Becca, and watching the game.Gracie is up stairs doing god knows what.

Just as he hung up with his girlfriend, he heard a loud crash up stairs.He raced up the stairs to Gracie's room.She sat on the floor with the broken glass suronded around her.

"Gracie what did you do?" Ryan asked

"I didn't do anything." Gracie replied

"But noone else is in your room, so how did the glass doll break?" Ryan asked

"My friend threw it, she got mad." Gracie said as she started at the closet.

"What friend? And why did she get mad?" Ryan askedfollowing her eyes to the closet but seeing nothing.

"Emily, and she got mad because i wouldn't play a game with her." Gracie said as she got up to get somthing from the closet.

"Wait, whos Emily? How did she get here? And what game?" Ryan said getting a little worried.

"I told you shes my friend! And i don't know how she got here. She wanted to play the breaking game." Gracie replied.

"The breaking game?" Ryan asked confused he had never heard of it before.

"You just break stuff." Gracie said leaning down in the closet to pick something up.

"O yeah? and where is this Emily girl?" Ryan asked getting annoyed he wished she would stop lying and tell the truth.

"She lives in my closet." Gracie said as she came out of the closet with a very old fashioned doll.

"Arn't you a little too old for imaginary friends? I mean if you broke the doll don't lie just tell me." Ryan said he hated when she told lies like this.

"She isn't imaginary shes real! And i didn't lie, Emily really did break the doll!" Gracie said getting upset.

"What ever Gracie lets get this mess cleaned up." Ryan said obviously annoyed.

Ryan picks up the glass and brings it down stairs along with Gracie.

"Seriously Gracie, people are going to make fun of you at school for still having an imaginary friend." Ryan said looking over his sholder at her as he threw the glass away.

"Ryan you have to belive me, she is real! She is Pale white with long brown hair and pale blue eyes!" Gracie said while little tears ran down her cheaks.

"You know what i warned you, but don't comecrying to me when kids at school make fun of you." Ryan said really fed up with Gracies storys.

Gracie got up as more tears feel down her face and walked slowly up the staris. About half way up she turned to Ryan and looked him right in the eye and whispered so softly that Ryan could barley hear her.

Gracie wishpered "you'll be sorry"

With that she turned leaving her brother standing in the kitchen alone and speachless.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~3 hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ryan hung up the phone after talking with his parents. They would be late getting home.He was hungry so he decied to get a snack. While all of a sudden he heard giggling.

"Gracie go to bed its way past your bed time!" he yelled at her but when he turned noone was there.

He heard it again but closer.

"Really Gracie i had enough of your crap today! Knock it off!" Ryan yelled again he looked in the living room for Gracie but didn't find her anywhere on the first floor. So he let it go and went back in the kitchen.

"someones in the kitchen with Ryan." Ryan heard so faintly he thought it was nothing till he heard it again.

"soneones in the kitchen with Ryan." He heard closer, louder this time. He thought it was Gracie.

"Gracie knock it off i'm being serieous." He yelled.

"Somones in the kitchen with Ryan, Ryans gona die tonight." He heard right next to him. H looked up and saw a girl with pale white skin and long brown hair and the palest of blue eyes. It wasn't Gracie.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2 weeks later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gracie, the mother, and the father are driving in the car to Ryan's funeral. The dad has a few tears, but trying nott to show it. And the mother is in the front seat bawling her eyes out. Gracie is in the back not saying anything.

"Gracie, I havn't seen you shed a tear since that night. Are you even upset at all?" The mother asked with a concered look on her face.

"I tried to warn him mommy, but he wouldn't listen to me." Gracie replied with a little smile on her face.

"What are you talking about when you say you warned him? Warned him about what? And what do you mean he didn't listen?" Her mom wondered.

"He didn't belive in Emily. And whoever dosn't belive in Emily, well, lets just say that something really bad happenes to them." Gracie said with a pleased look on her face.

"Whos Emily?" Her mother asked.

"My friend. She's sitting right next to me." Gracie said.

"I think you're a little too old to be having imaginary friends, Gracie." The father said very firmly.

"Don't say that! Ryan said the same thing, and now he's DEAD!" Gracie screamed.

"GRACE ANN-MARIE TRESCOTT! What is wrong with you. Have some respect. You're brother was just murdered just 2 weeks ago. Don't you miss him at all? And both you and I know that Emily is not real, so stop making up stories, and knock it off!" The mother shouted, crying at the same time.

That's when Emily appeared in the back seat, laughing as the car caught on fire, and flipped over. And the only survivor of that "accident" was Gracie. Gracie climbed out of the mess, holding that old-fashioned doll, from her closet.