Not to long ago, I moved into this new house with my wife and daughter. The house was two stories high and had many rooms. After we unpacked all our things, I found a box in the basement that just had a doll in it. knowing that my daughter loves dolls, I decided to give it to her.
That night when we all went to bed, everything seemed fine. The house was beautiful and my family was happy. I fell asleep feeling joyful. At about midnight, my daughter came into our room crying. She told that her doll was going to get her. I checked downstairs and the doll was laying on the floor.
I just thought that my daughter had been having nightmares, so I shook it off. The next night, my daughter told me that I had to sleep with her, so I stayed in her room that night. I stayed up all night trying to figure out if my daughter actually heard something.
At about 3:00 in the morning, I could here somebody coming up the stairs. I listened for a moment and then I heard a little girls voice say "I'm on the second step!" The movement downstairs had stopped and I suddenly felt drowsy. I fell asleep.
This went on for a couple of days and then the little girls voice said that she was upstairs. Then she said that she was behind my door. I held a hockey stick in my hand and waited. The door flew open. The doll was staring at me. She laughed manically and then lunged at me......
