Creepypastas

Baby alive

 I loved dolls when I was a kid. Not like most other children though, I at times like to believe those dolls I owned were actual people, and actually living in the house with my parents and I. My parents thought it was cute, and so they bought me all kinds of dolls, whenever they came across one. My favorite were these three foot dolls, the kinds that take up more room than necessary. And I loved that aspect too. All of this lasted until my eight birthday. When my parents bought me this thing called a Lucy.

I remember unwrapping that present. Lights flickered as cameras flashed, the smell of cake was pungent in the air, and other children stood around me, cheering me on. I tore the packaging open, revealing a large package, containing the Lucy doll. It had this crimson red dress on that might have been made from a really cheap fabric, but I didn't care about that. Soon enough I would be taking it up into my room, stripping it down, and then fitting it with new clothing.

"Happy birthday!" my parents cheered as they took a few more photos.

I opened the box, and pulled the doll out. It was much more flexible than my other dolls, which were comprised mainly of hard plastic, while this one felt like it was mainly soft fabric. One of the other little girls next to me stuck out her hand, wordlessly asking for it. I complied and handed it over, wanting to flaunt my prize. She grabbed it gently and stared at it. "My parents got my older sister one of these. Yours looks weird, and feels weird. Maybe you got a different kind."

"Maybe." I replied, not caring whether or not it was weird, but rather that I had something others didn't. Something that I loved so much.

Once everyone else had left, I traversed the staircase, letting my parents clean up the mess, and went toward my room with my little red wagon carrying the doll. Even I had to admit, it looked a little strange. I thought about showing my parents, since they hadn't really looked at it after I unwrapped it, but it didn't have the shapely body that other dolls had. For one, its chest was kind of built like a football, but didn't narrow at the ends, and its head wasn't slender like a female dolls should be. Matter of fact, it wasn't shapely like any doll I had ever seen previously. And for what was one of the most uncomfortable parts. Its eyes looked like glass, but still too shinny. And they followed me no matter where I was in the room.

These facts didn't stop me from going about my usual routine. I pulled all of the doll cloths I owned out of their respective places, and piled them up in front of the doll. After that, I stripped the doll down. Once more, it appeared not as it should have. Its skin didn't glisten like plastic would. I ran my hand across the chest to feel the fabric. It wasn't like any kind of fabric I had felt before. In my child mentality, I figured it was some kind of new product that I was ignorant to. Ignoring this new information, I proceeded to fully strip the doll, allowing myself to now fully understand the mechanics of the doll itself. The only new thing on it, something that had not been on any other dolls that I had owned, was this pull tab toward its underside. Or maybe it was some kind of a button. I don't know what I thought it was, can't remember. And then there were the nipples, another thing that had only been on a few dolls to my experience.

I spent the rest of the day dressing it up, and playing with it. I had a great time. Then my parents called me down for dinner. I left the doll in my room and went downstairs to eat.

When I came back upstairs. It was only then that I found that the doll was gone. And with it, my dignity. I reported this to my parents, and they said that if it didn't turn up in the morning, then they would just buy me a new one. I was fine with this.

That night, after brushing my teeth and settling into bed, my mother came into my room, and went into my closet to but away some clean cloths. "Sally?" she called from the closet.

"Yes mother?" I replied.

"I thought you said your doll went missing."

"It did. I can't find it."

My mother walked out of the closet, holding a naked doll. This doll had long brown hair, no visible nipples, and no button. "Then what's this?"

"That's not my doll." I replied.

My mother laughed. "It is, I would know. I only just bought it yesterday." I thought back to my other doll. The abnormally life like one, and didn't like the possibilities. My mother walked it over to me, and placed it next to me on the bed. "You undressed it and everything. You just wanted another one didn't you?" She asked.

To save dignity I nodded my head. Feeling that would be easier than explaining the situation.

My mother left my room and turned off the lights.