Dolly Told Me To.
I bought the porcelain doll for my daughter on her fourth birthday. She loved it and took it up to her room straight away to play with it.
"I've got a bad feeling about that doll," my husband told me.
"It'll be fine, trust me," I replied even though I was sure I was feeling the same way as him.
A week had passed and my daughter had gotten into a lot of trouble. At first it was only little things like not putting her toys away when she was asked. She would always reply the same way when I asked her why she did it.
"Dolly told me to,"
A week later she attacked a kid in the play ground.
"Why did you do that to that boy! Did he do anything to you?" I asked her
She shook her head. "Dolly told me to," she replied again.
That night I was thinking about the doll. In the morning I would chuck it out, I thought and drifted off to sleep.
I was woken up in the middle of the night with my daughter sitting on me holding a knife above her head.
"Sorry mother," she cried and plunged the knife down into my body making me cough up blood. "Dolly told me to."
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Dont Read at night
Short StoryThese spine chilling stories will make you squirm and duck for cover under your blanket. If you like horror this is a good book for you. But one word of advice... Don't read this at night.
