The Box

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Ever sic I was small there storys about the box as I set on the floor with my sister Emily Who is younger than me but you're smarter she says that I was adopt and I never believed her .as I was walking out of living room in to the hall there was always creepy doll always there. Grandma there's something there but she never believe me every time I pass it ,it kept looking at me following every move my sis was always playing with ,

I here my grandmother call me so I walk in the hall way there was the doll middle of the hall grandmother called again I didn't move the creep doll lean her head she stands up looking at me all she said how did you know I was alive
then she walked away grandma down the hall with the word face pick me up and sent me at the table I was just seeing my sister Emily she's was not playing with the doll

After we at we whent to bed Emily was trying to find the doll but she couldn't find it so she crying grandma came me and took here to her bed room I was all alone but I know I am not the doll was setting on the dresser the smaller the Box in her hands with a creepy smile My Little laugh the creep the button of me as you walk to me climbing my bed the boxes in her hands as I walked closer to me I backed up a little my little heart was racing Grandma's voice she came in as I look back the doll was gone but the box was still there

Grandma picked me up tell me it's morning already how can it be ask her she asked me did I sleep alright I said no I told her Emily's doll kept on talking to me you freaking me out grandma had a worried face she asked me where the doll was I said probably and Emily playing with it I didn't tell her that I had the box Emily was crying because grandma set on fire but I know for Sher it not the end of it