Once upon a time there was a little boy. And that little boy was Andy. Ever since Andy’s 10th Birthday he would receive a voodoo doll from his grandmother, each doll had a special place on his desk in his bedroom. Shortly before Andy’s sixteenth birthday, Brooke, his grandmother, passed away, having already sent Andy’s last birthday gift.
His birthday started off like all his earlier birthdays. He opened the last package that was from his grandmother. He tore off the colour full paper that was wrapped around the little box and lift the lid off it. A voodoo doll. A black one. Andy thanked everyone for their presents and took the doll to his room. He walked over to the desk where the other voodoo dolls and placed the doll in the middle. All soon he got tired and climbed into his warm bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, He woke up to get ready for school, and he totally remembered putting the black doll on the desk. It was right there. When he got home, though, the doll was downstairs in his little sister's room. When she found out, she screamed and Andy and his mother ran downstairs to find her hiding in the corner. He carefully took the voodoo doll back up to his room, wedging it behind the desk. After two days, it happened again. But the doll ended up in a different place: this time, it was back in the attic. Andy didn't know what to do; he was creeped out. This time, the doll had a couple of pins jammed in it and there was a note pinned on the head.
"Dear Andy, here's what you're going to do. In your closet, there is a suitcase. In the suitcase, you will find a little box full of photos. Look at them carefully, then bring the suitcase down to the basement and tape ALL of the photos to the walls. After that, turn off all of the lights downstairs and turn on ONE flashlight. Look around and close the curtains."
As Andy finished reading, he heard a loud scream. Freaking out, He ran upstairs to find both my mom and sister dead in the living room. Andy screamed and called my dad. He rushed home. Once Andy reached his room, He was full of rage. Andy snatched up the doll and chucked it out the window.
Five days later, His family came over for the funeral, and one of his cousins had found the doll. Andy panicked, thinking more deaths would happen, so he grabbed the doll and ran to the graveyard in the dead of night with a shovel. Andy frantically started to dig. He threw the stupid doll into the hole and buried it under so many layers of dirt and rocks that he lost count.
And that was the end of the black voodoo doll.
I hope...
