The first hours of June 6, 2015
It's 1:30 am and I still can't fall asleep. It is the full moon, I can NEVER sleep on the full moon, I get too restless. I just lay there, thinking about the ghost town. The doll seems to stare at me from the top of my dresser. I close my eyes and sigh. I hear a thud. My eyes fly open and I sit up on my bed. The doll is gone! I panic. The doll is now on my bedside table. I stifle a scream. The doll spoke. "Get out of bed lazy bones!" she hisses in a hollow voice. I obey; I have to. Who knows what a talking doll can do to a person? "Now," she says. "Go to your underwear drawer and give me my necklace." I do as she says, then I hand it to her. She puts it on. "Go outside." She's taking this too far, I think to myself. "No," I said. My firm tone surprises me. The doll tilts its head. "No?" She asks. She seems almost confused. "Let me tell you a story. Afterward, you will want to listen to me." She tells me the story of how she lives, and later how she died. Of course, I listen. Of course, she makes me walk, though I reluctantly go, to the ghost town...
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The Misery
RandomShe was miserable. Her parents had abandoned her. She sat in the middle of the dusty road and wept.
