100 HAUNTINGS

Six: The Possessed Doll

Me and my twin sister Penny brought a doll from a toy store, our own gift for our 15th birthday. Even if we're turning 15, we still love dolls. We found the doll very beautiful. But there's something we didn't know.

When we got home, we playing with the doll, tied the doll and banged it on every wall. We were happy to play with the doll. Then one night, a banging from our bedroom door woke us up.

"Hey Lenny! What's the banging?" Penny asked me.

"I don't know." I replied, as we both stood up from the bed and opened the light.

We went towards the door, and opened it. No one was there. Then I closed it. The banging became louder. It made me mad, so I got angry.

"What are you----" I yelled, then stopped when I got shocked, as I saw a woman wearing a white gown, in front of us, with a weird face that turned into a monster. She screamed in front of my face, as I shut the door, ran beside Penny on her bed, as the banging continued, we were yelling at mom and dad. Until mom and dad went in our room, saw us crying.

"What is it?" Dad worried.

"There was a woman, in front of me, banging the door. She screamed in front of me." I cried.

"What does she look like?" Dad asked, rubbing my back.

"She was pale, monstrous and scary. She was--wearing a white gown." I cried. "She looks like she came from the dead." Then I whispered.

We were sobbing and sobbing, as mom and dad tried to comfort us. They slept with us that night.

The next day, we stayed at home, while mom and dad left for work. I kept glancing at the doll, which was sitting on a small chair in our room. She was looking at me, with a creepy look on her face. I took it, and went outside. Penny followed me.

"Hey. What are you gonna do with it?" She asked.

"I'm gonna throw it away, Penny." I said.

"Wait, what? Why?" She asked again.

"This doll is scary! This is the reason why we got scared by a woman last night! It's either we burn it or throw it!" I said back.

"Fine. Throw it." Penny said, with a sigh.

We went outside, and went towards the trash bin. We threw it in, and left it.

This night, I woke up at exactly 2am. I heard knocks on the door, then it stopped. I stood up, and opened it.

It wasn't a dream, though. I can feel my feet on the ground. I went downstairs, and saw the TV open. Nothing showed on the TV, except for a white and gray zig zags, which was no signal. I went in front. I stared at the TV for a moment, then, as I turned around, the doll----it was on the couch! How could it be there? How did it make it there? There was no one inside the house. Because if there was, the security alarm would be waking us up by now.

I went upstairs, and woke Penny up.

"Penny! Wake up! Wake up!!!" I yelled.

"What?!?" She woke up, yawning.

"The doll. It's back." I whispered.

She was surprised to hear about the doll.

The next day, while having breakfast, Penny was quiet. She looked down, and never talked to us. I don't know what happened to her when she threw the doll away by herself.

"Penny? Is something wrong?" Mom asked. Penny shook her head. Obviously, there is something wrong.

"Is it something about the doll? When you threw it away?" I asked. She nodded. I knew it. "What is it?"

"The---doll. It spoke up. When I was about to throw it outside, it---talked to me." Penny said slowly.

"What did it say?" Mom asked, as I can see she was scared.

"It wants us dead." Penny whispered softly.

My heart was beating fast. The doll. I need to find out the truth about the doll.

My friend's mom knows about histories of our state. Maybe she knows about the doll. I went to their house, and asked her if she knows.

"Well, yes I know some information. The doll was made by George Franklin in Italy. He made it in 1947. He died making the doll. He exchanged his life for the doll. He sold his soul to the devil. Then the devil got in the doll. It got possessed. The doll was never found after." She explained.

"But we did." I whispered.

"Lenny, I insist you to do everything you can to throw it. It will not leave your life, unless you destroy it."

"But whenever we throw it, it comes back."

"Take the devil out of it first."

Something snapped in my head. I need to call a psychic.

This night, needs to be the last night of the doll. We sat on the ground and form a circle, and held our hands together. We took the doll in the middle. The psychic, made a calling to the demons. The ground was shaking. The doll was sitting, and it fell down. It flew in the air, and red mist came out. The doll fell to the ground, and the ground stopped shaking. We don't know what was next. But then, I felt something, like someone was controlling me, from the inside. No! The demon got in me. I lied on the ground, shaking.

I heard whispers around me, and screams, until everything went dark and peaceful. I woke up, in my bed.