Creepy Short Horror Story Collection

The Doll

I collected vintage dolls and one day bought one at a thrift store. The second I got home the doll sent me a bad feeling. I decided to take it to the dumpster, when I got back I was relieved. That night I woke up to the doll I just got rid of sitting at the foot of my bed, my hands were chained up, and I couldnt speak until suddenly it went away. I picked up the doll and burned it, hoping that would work.  I was trying to sleep when I felt something dripping on me. I looked up to see blood seeping through the roof of the attic. I walked up the stairs and saw the bodies of my parents who had been dead for a while, lying there like they were brutally murdered. Sitting in front of them was the doll. When she turned to look at me, I didnt live to tell you the rest.