Do You Wanna Play?

Loneliness

There was a girl in my neighborhood and she was desperately trying to befriend people but there was always something people saw in her that made them "run away" in a sort of manner. It wasn't personality wise, but more like appearance. I'm not trying to sound harsh or anything, but she was pretty damn creepy. She looked about seven years old, had a brownish red tint in her hair, and her face, oh god her freaking face! It was like a doll, but not like Barbie but one of those porcelain dolls that look like they'll kill you in your sleep.

She seemed so sweet though, all she wanted was a friend. So as a the kind person that I am(not at all), I decided to go up and talk to her. I tried my best to keep eye contact but if I would've I'm pretty sure I couldn't have stayed much longer. We talked for about an hour or two and I played with her and her toys. She seemed so happy, yet her face seemed as if it had a different story. I told her she had a very pretty face, but I now realize that was a mistake. She started to cry, and not out of joy. I asked what was wrong and she said "I don't like liars" I asked what she was talking about and she replied "you're lying." and I felt pretty bad.

We went back to playing and she seemed fine. Until she was starting to act kind of weird. She stopped talking and there was a silence; and when you're outside and there is absolutely no noise,that obviously means something bad. There were no birds chirping, no wind, no giggles, just no, nothing. "Strange" I thought.

She finally broke the silence just as I couldn't take it anymore. She said "my face wasn't originally like this you know..." intrigued, I asked what she meant. She said when she was looking for people to be her friend she would often give up. She would go home and look around for some toys to play with. She went into the basement one day and found some old antique like toys from when her mother was her age, and she pulled them out, and took them to her room. Her parents came to check on her and her mom gasped in fear and said "where did you get those sweetie?" in a calm-ish way. She said "from an old box in our basement." and went back to playing. Her mother, traumatized, walked away.

That's when I realized I had no clue what her name was and said "sorry for interrupting, but, what's your name?" the little girl replied "I don't have one because there's no need for names." I seemed a little frightened but told her to continue with her story, to try to get that statement out of my head.

So, she continued with her story and said she would often put the dolls away when she was done playing with them, but this time she forgot. She left them out at night and with the mind of a seven year old didn't think much about possessions possessions of creepy dolls. This is where I was truly interested. She said she thought she heard little footsteps throughout the night around her room but didn't want to find out what was making the noises. She felt something get up on the bed and thought it was the cat so it kind of put her at ease and she fell asleep. The next morning, she went into the kitchen to get breakfast and her mother screamed. The little girl asked what was wrong and her mother asked "what did you do to yourself?" the child mindlessly asked "what are you talking about mom?" her mother pulled a mirror out of her purse and said "look.". The little girl shrieked and said "I didn't do this", it was probably my friends. Her mother shocked, said "friends?" she said "yea, my little friends, you know the dolls." her mother nearly wept.

I looked at the time and it was about 8:45. I apologized once again to the little girl and said I needed to go and she asked if I would like to play again tomorrow, I said sure and left. That night I was haunted, I didn't want to be alone. I felt like someone more so, someTHING was watching me. There was no ease in the room anymore. I couldn't close my eyes because of I did I saw the haunting face of the little girl. Eventually, I fell asleep. Surprisingly...

The next morning, I went to my friends house and told her about this little girl. She said she wants to visit the girl. So I invited her to come with me to the little girls house to play. I left to go back home and do my chores. I was laying on the couch just chilling when I checked the time "Almost 2:00" I said, and ran to my friends house to take her to this little girl. We leave and meet with the child, she invites us in serves us lunch and some iced tea, and we start to play with these dolls. They sort of look like demented cabbage patch kids. I try to push that aside while playing. My friend says to the little girl "what happened to your face sweetie?" in a kind but curious manner. The child responded "my babies did it." (oh btw, my friends name is Beth). Beth, now scared to death, put the doll down and asked if she could be excused. The child (let's call her Annabelle) said "go ahead" innocently. Beth left and I sat in the silent room with Anna and asked if she wanted to continue playing, she said "no, we need more victims." but her voice wasn't like it was any other time. It was deeper, demonic almost, but it echoed a child's voice, like off one of those horror movies where there's a creepy as hell child. I looked at the time again and it was as though it stopped in the house. I asked if she wanted to go outside and she said it's gonna storm soon. About 10 seconds after that, thunder started to roll and lightning started to flash, and every time it would her face became more and more doll like in the dark.