All Alone

Chapter #1

Hello. My name is Sarah. I'll just get right to the point. I used to be human but I went into a 'haunted' house as a dare and never came out. I got possessed by a doll and I am trapped for 666 years. The only way I can get out before then, is if somebody has an emotional attachment to me. They will replace me and be trapped for another 666 years. Until then, I'm trapped in a dusty cellar with a record player that randomly plays Beethoven, a really out of tune piano, and a bunch of other possessed dolls and crap. It's been lonely here, but not quiet. We have plenty of possessed things to make a band of spirits. It is sometimes fun to be stuck in a doll. I love the look of horror people give you when you move the slightest bit or slowly turn your head. I wish more people would come. All of a sudden, I hear heavy footsteps on the stairs of the front porch. People are coming! I also hear 3 male voices. From their conversation, I think they are ghost hunters. They're not going to find anything here. If they look too closely, which is what I did, they're going to be possessed. Dumb humans. I can hear them walking over to the cellar door. The first crack of light I've seen in months rises from the door. A teenage boy with emerald green eyes and sandy dirty blonde hair jumps back in surprise. He's... how do I say this...Hot.

"Woah! That scared me!" He says to the others. The thing that scared him is me. Sarah, the doll. All the other junk is kind of off to the side while I am sitting in a doll sized chair right in the center below the steps with a creepy doll smile on my face. They're all peering down the stairs when they get pushed down the stairs. A younger boy was murdered here and that's his spirits favorite thing to do, push people down the stairs. I would like to be able to do that but I'm stuck as a doll. I can't say I'm not jealous.

"Derek! You freaking klutz!" One of the boys yells.

"It wasn't me Matt! It was probably Justin! He tripped and took us with him!" The other one yells.

"Don't blame it on me!" Justin says. Justin is the hot one. How old am I? I forgot....lets see.. I came into the house when I was 13 and about...46 years have passed? That means I am 59! Oh gosh. I'm 59 and I think a teenage boy is hot. Something is wrong with me.... oh yeah. I'm trapped in a doll for 640 more years unless...No. Justin will never fall in love with a weird doll. And he would be trapped instead! Why are curses so complicated? Why am I stuck in a doll?!