Do You Wanna Play?

The Dolls

I started to look at the dolls in the dark and they were staring directly at me. I try to look away but they are everywhere. I can't stand to sit here and have these life like dolls and a girl like a doll staring at me. That's until I realize Beth hasn't come back in awhile. It's been about an hour and a half now. "Where the hell is she?!" I say to Anna. She says "Oh! I told my friends to show her to the basement." I panic in my head, "Can I go get her?" I ask in a sort of kind manner. She said "Oh no, she's sleeping now." I said "Am I allowed to wake her up?" Anna said "No. She can't wake up any more...". She sounds so calm and happy by the thought of that, that's until I see her eyes, they're glassy but not like she was drugged. Her eyes looked like a dolls eyes, "creepy" I thought. I looked outside the storm was gone now but the streets are flooded, I think I can sacrifice my jeans instead of stay here and probably get killed overnight. I said to myself "Face it, your friend is dead, and you probably will be too if you don't get out of here." I stand up and tell Anna, "it's late and I need to get home." she said "Okay​, but what about your friend?". I froze in fear and with the thought of blood covered dolls surrounding my friend, I shivered. I said "I think she wants to stay here tonight." and I left.

The next day was terrible. The streets were still flooded, and this little girl just stood there like it was a sunny day. I decided to stay home today, I didn't want to take the chance of her coming after me with a doll holding a knife. It was about 6:30 A.M. I was feeling groggy so I just went back to sleep. I had the strangest dream, I dreamt of my friend, but I saw her getting killed by those dolls. There was this one particular doll that caught my attention though, it had pale skin and black hair, typical for a doll but then I looked at it's face even more. It had no eyes, and no they weren't just closed with black painted eyelids, they were gone. They were deep, empty holes. And there was a marking on her head, a black cross; strange thing was, it was upside down. If anybody knows anything about religion, an upside down cross isn't good. That means this is a possession, "I need to wake up!" I could hear in my head. Her mouth was bleeding but it was coming from the inside and her face looked anorexic, like she hadn't eaten. But I started to think, these dolls can't open their mouths and dolls can't eat. At least, not normal dolls. I knew they had a strange essence, I always had a feeling. It's like your being watched in the dark. They might be in a different room, but they can still see you.
   I don't understand why they decide to "haunt" this sweet little girl though. I slightly remember some of these dolls, they seem a little familiar, so does the house. Like I've been here and not with Anna. "I'm so confused" I think to myself... "why do they do this?, haunt just to torture and kill?...". I start to think about it, and now, I remember... I had those dolls! I lived in that house, I had a daughter named Anna! "OH MY GOD!!!", This is all a dream, no, a memory. "Am I crazy?!?!" I'm 14 years old, I can't have a daughter... unless... "reincarnation?"? "No, I don't believe in it.". Just because I don't believe it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.