The early hours of June 6, 2015
I, led by a creepy possessed doll, arrive at the ghost town at about two thirty in the morning. I hope I get back home by the time Ian and my mum are awake. I doubt it. The doll (in my head, I call her Dolly) leads me to the house closest to the dead body in the road. "Hey Dolly," I say. "Why this house?" "Because it's the closest house to my old body," she replies. "That's your body?" I shudder. "Well of course!" she says. "Why else do you think I'm here?" I don't say anything. Dolly struts in the little house. "Okay," she says. "I need you to kill yourself." "WHAT?" "I'm kidding!" I sigh in relief. "Can you sculpt?" she asks. "Sure," I say. I've been to art class and they taught me how to sculpt. "Good!" she says. "I need you to sculpt me a body. It must be small, and you must not bake it because I won't be able to move if you bake it." "Okayyy," I reply. "There's clay in that cupboard there, and the water pump still works. Fill up a bucket with water. You need to soak the clay." "Mhmm," I say. I had done this many times, and I didn't need a doll telling me what to do but I kept my patience. "Now I'm guessing you need to go home," says Dolly. "We'll come back tomorrow night." "Okay, Dolly. I guess I'm stuck helping you aren't I?" "Of course!" she says. I sigh. Why me? I think...
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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.
