Doll (Scary Story BTW)

        The girls footsteps echoed around her as she walked down the hallway towards the large red exit sign ahead of her. She breathed the heavy smell of alcohol and medicine surrounding her head. She got to the door glancing at the lady sitting at the desk. The lady looked up and screamed and ducked behind the counter. The girl smiled. Father always told her she was pretty. The doors opened as she got near them and she walked out into the winter air. It was cold and crisp and her black wet slimy hair blew around her. She continued to walk forwards down the road feeling the slap of cold pavement against her bare feet. She looked up at the sky. It was dark and cold. With dread and misery and everything in between. No light shown through the clouds and the trees looked naked in the thick wind. She laughed. A cold sound banging around the streets. Her laugh was cruel and sharp and ragged like a piece of glass after a car crash and everyone in the car had died. She continued to walk. She watched as a girl sitting outside on the front porch screamed and ran inside slamming the door behind her but the girl did not care. Mother always said she was precious. Soon she reached the end of the street. The hospital was far behind her and she faced an intersection. Where to go? Straight? Left or right? She decided to go left. Because she was left handed. She turned and felt the wind ruffle her grimy faded pink dress. It reminded her of an old photograph. Old and faded and grimy. She felt the material between her fingers and smiled. Her sister gave it to her. She sewed it herself. She lifted it up slightly to see the large bloodstain where her sister had accidentally sewed her finger through the machine and forgotten to wash it. It was the best part of the dress the girl thought as she dropped it and continued to walk left. Soon she stopped in front of a cute little house with yellow chipping paint and a white picket fence. A little stone pathway lead to the front onto a porch. The girl smiled. This was a nice house. She saw in the top window a girl about five sitting on her bed playing with some dolls. And in the next room was another girl about nine reading a book and singing to an unknown song. She could see through the front first floor window a mother cooking a nice meal and placing the dish on a table with a white tablecloth. And the father sitting in the living room watching tv and reading the newspaper in a light brown recliner. Suddenly the mother looked out the window and the chaos began. She screamed and yelled to her husband who also looked up and yelled he immediately looked the front door as the girl started to smile.  Her sister always told her she was charming. The mother had run upstairs and grabbed the children pulling them out of their rooms and leading them downstairs. The father had pulled out some gun and the girl laughed. That wasn’t going to stop her. She walked forward carefully opening up the latch of the fence and walking slowly to the front door. The father yelled at her loud and clear. 

“Stay back please! What do you want?”

The girl halted and said,

“I want a family.” 

The father looked confused. 

“We can find you a nice family I’m sure there are plenty of people who would love to… To have you and love you.” He said desperately clawing for words as she stepped onto the porch. 

 

She didn’t like what he had said to her. She had a family. They loved her very much. 

As the clock struck twelve away she walked,

The house was gone, shut and locked.

Midnight ghosts of the family flew into the sky,

And the little girl finally said bye bye