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Death is knocking at your door.
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It's already to late.
This is the song the cursed doll sing. No one knows who does it,but I do. I survived it.
1986,I was 5 years old. Mum took me out to go on errands but we stopped at a toy store. There were plenty of dolls but there was one doll. She had beautiful red hair and a dark blue dress that went with it,I chose said doll. The first night I heard the back stairs creak and someone humming,"it's coming,it's coming. Two days left." It sung. Scared,I went to sleep. The next day the same thing but the song changed
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Death is knocking at your door.
Scared,I fell asleep again. On the final night I heard it outside of my room,
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Death is knocking at your door
There was a knock at the door
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It's already to late.
My door swung open and there stood the doll. Instead of being flawless there were cracks and the red hair had begun falling out.
I screamed as loud as I could. The doll kept humming the song of death, but before the doll could get to me,and it was at the edge of my bed, my mother and father came in,when they saw the doll they screamed. The eyes on this doll turned red as it turned around,in a blink of an eye my parents were dead out of fear I ran. I had 2 doors leading out if my room, I took the servant stairs and ran as fast as I could. I still heard the dolls song though. It was following me. I screamed and reached my neighbours banging on the door. They opened it just in time and I bolted in.
The next day the police came to look at the scene,all that was left was a note and a pool of blood,my parents and the doll were gone. Forever. What did the note say? 'You will not live,' and I saw two tiny hands close the door to my old closet. I am happily alive today but still fear the day of my death. Please,when you hear the cursed song,run.
