My dad helped me clean for the first 10 minutes then he told me "me and my buds are going to Home Depot to buy pant you finish up ok" "fine" I said with a little attitude.
Three hours and thirty minutes later I finish and he comes with nothing no paint or brushes in his hand. Just some drunk guy as loud as could be. I was so angery how dare he say what he's going to do but do what he wants to do. I'm so used to him doing that which is not something to be proud of.
The next day I exspected my dad to be on the couch sleeping but he wasn't even there God knows we're he was.
But I was super bored I needed to do something to keep me entertained first needed to eat so I grabbed cereal , milk ,my favorite bowl,and spoon then ate. Next I found a place I wanted to look around somewhere creepy so I went to the attic. I brought a flash light I was ready so I opened the attic door. Next I jumped in once I got in I noticed all the stuff. Record players,broken movies,boxes,the record disks it was full . Then I noticed something that catch my eye. It was a doll about 18 inc's it wasn't in bad condition ether. I wasn't planing on finding anything but I did I found a doll creepy,and old.
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The doll that killed me
HorrorCan you believe this?! A ordinary girl who's life ended too soon She sees things she never hoped to see She feels the burning of hell in a 12 inc form She finds the postal to hell in plastic form She touches Heavens gate with hit finger tips ...
