When I was younger my parents got me a three foot tall Barbi doll at first I loved it as any little girl would. But soon I grew to be afraid of the lifeless plastic doll, I swore I would see it move at night and when I woke up it seemed closer then before like it was trying to get to me. I begged my mom to get rid of it but she paid a lot for it and wouldn't waste her money so she left it alone in my room. Every night I would see the doll moving about like it was human not some cheep plastic doll. This went on for months till my mom finally put it in my playroom downstairs but the night she did that the doll made it back and would start to scratch at my door. I was so petrified I froze and remain silent till morning when I herd my mother groan at the doll in the hall she thought I put it there. She would never believe that, that creepy lifeless girl was scratching at my door. It kept happening for two weeks till my mom had it up to her eyebrows. She took the stupid doll and threw it in the dumpster I was safe. That night I was awoke to the sound of scratching at my window there it was laying on its stomach some garbage on its shirt and in its hair I screamed and my mom ran right into my room and screamed seeing the doll clawing at my window and looking right at me. After that I never saw the doll anymore sometimes I here clawing on doors and windows but I put it to stray cats or mice.
*vanity time*
Well wasn't that a fast update almost like I couldn't sleep and felt bad for no work along with a story that popped into my head from a dream a old friend from Jersey had oh well guess we will never know darn any who that's all I got stay cool ya creeps
Ragnar
