DOLLY

Once a little girl walked into the deepest part of the woods to search for fir cones. She saw a tiny rag doll suspended by a tree. It wasn't the prettiest thing (ropy hair, tatty rags for clothes and a cracked face) but the girl treasured her specially. Better than her other dolls too!

One day she met a little old woman who knew some odd information about her dolly. She said in a crooked voice "Place a thing in her hand- she will use it."

The next morning, the girl placed a teacup in her hands. The doll used it and made tea for her and her owner.

Then the girl put a biscuit in her hand. It was gone in half of a minute. The girl was fascinated with the doll. But one day she got over excited and put a cake knife in the doll's hand. Then the girl went to sleep.

The next morning, the little girl went to her wardrobe to get a clean school uniform out, when she saw her mother, tape round her mouth, hanging eerily from a short hanger. Her neck was cut open. Her mother was dead.

Then she came across her dead father in the kitchen, teacup smashed next to him, a cake knife wound near to his heart. The girl was worried, so she looked for the lady. But as she was a out to exit the house, a searing pain flowed rapidly through her calf. A cake knife. And who did it? Dolly.

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Oh hi readers! This isn't my last story, I just figured I should write out DOLLY for you all. Vote, comment and follow! You people rock! StAy cool and FoLlOw Me On WaTtPaD!