It's been a week since the doll incident and I can't stop thinking about it.
It's as if this doll is somehow plaguing my thoughts for burning it.
But that's just nonsense.
I just need to push it out of my thoughts and move on.
As I pass the threshold a shadow extends across the length of the hallway and at the other end...
The doll.
I blink a few times and it's gone.
This is really messing with my head.
I walk into the kitchen and there my mother is slumped in a chair.
Her eyes are as glassy as a doll's.
She's dead.
A tear slips down the length of my cheek onto my collar.
I look down.
It's blood.
I move onto the living room and my father is slumped on the couch.
His eyes are as glassy as a doll's.
He's dead.
Another tear slips down my cheek, hanging off my chin.
My fingers graze my chin gathering the moisture as they go.
I look at my fingers and they were smeared at the tips in bright crimson.
I enter the bathroom and my brother is slumped in the tub.
His eyes are as glassy as a doll's.
He's dead.
This time no tears escape.
This time it was a flood of drops which fell to the ground like rain pattering on a roof.
I drag myself to my room and collapse in my bed.
And there in the shadows of the room is the doll.
I black out.
