* My friend told me this story when we were younger *
There was a little girl whose name was Charlotte but everyone called her Charlie. And she always had a little doll with her. One day she fell asleep and she had forgot her doll downstairs. She woke up and realized this at about 2 in the morning. She woke and heard someone whispering something. She listened closly.
"One, two im coming for you. Three, four you'll never make it out the door. Five, six you don't have a crusifix. Seven, eight it's too late. Nine, ten you'll be easy to kill like a big fat hen." With each number she heard someone coming up the stairs and down the hall to her room. The door creaks open but no one is there. She turns onto her other side and falls asleep. The doll crawls into the bed next to her and slits her throat. The next morning her mother comes in to wake her up for school and finds her dead. The doll was also ripped apart. The mother screams and runs out of the room to call the cops.
*2 months later*
The mother and father are about to finish moving out all the little girls stuff when they hear "One, two Im finished with you. Three, four just close the door. Five, six Im dead but i know all your tricks. Seven, eight get them straight. Nine, ten you might need a pen." The parents decide they need to move out of the house, forget the things they saw, but remember their littler girl always.
* Please message me what you thought about this*
