Samantha was a normal four year old: rambunctious, curious, and very high energy.
Samantha had many toys, but her favorite was an old doll, previously her great grandmother's, that she named Miss Pretty. However, Miss Pretty was far from pretty.
Being an old doll, she had seen some years, and was extremely worn down. Her once cerulean eyes had long lost the color, now a solid white. Instead of the thick brunette hair she began with, she now had bald patches. Her bright pink dress now very dull, and coffee stains on the tattered fabric.
Miss Pretty always unsettled everyone. Everyone, that's is, except Samantha. She loved Miss Pretty dearly, and never went anywhere without her. She was the only one who didn't feel that Miss Pretty's blank eyes were following her every move.
Everyone else did, even claimed to see her eyes move.
Oblivious Samantha did not know. She did not know that Miss Pretty was more than an unattractive doll. Miss Pretty was far from a normal doll. If Miss Pretty is left unattended, she appears to move closer to the nearest person until they turn around.
Miss Pretty's eyes did follow people. Somehow, when people feel Miss Pretty's eyes on them, the dainty smile on her face shifts to a psychotic grin.
Samantha didn't know.
Poor, innocent Samantha didn't know.
She didn't know that Miss Pretty was more than she seemed.
At least, not until she was bleeding out on the floor, slowly dying and reaching for Miss Pretty.
Miss Pretty grins maliciously, and adds another stain to her dress.
Not a coffee stain; there are no coffee stains on Miss Pretty's dress.
Only blood.
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Short Stories
HorrorSo, sometimes in my free time I write short stories of the horror and thriller genre. All of these are original, and if you plagiarize them, you will never be forgiven.
