The Evil Doll -Louis Tomlinson horror fanfic-

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One of my best mates from college, Zayn Malik, who so happen to be in town stopped by for a visit. I told him the crazy shit thats been going on, especially hearing laughter coming from the infant monitor and couldn't get into the nursery. I wanted to tell him who i feel may be behind it all but he might think i'm crazy. But he has seen the doll at the foot of Doris' crib while i was rocking Doris to sleep.

"Thats weird. Maybe it could be something wrong with the monitor." Zayn said picking up the monitor examining it before placing it back on the dresser.

"I don't know. But i know what i heard." I said.

I definitely heard a child laughing on my monitor. I told myself. It wasn't Phoebe. And Doris is too young to make those kind of noises. That doll can't talk ... or can he? Fuck, i'm being silly. I know he can't talk. But he's definitely getting on my nerves. I don't like him.

Phoebe entered the room causing both Zayn and I to turn to her. "Hey, why did you put Donny in the crib with Doris?" I asked trying not to sound harsh.

"I didn't. I put him on the rocker so he could help baby-sit." She replied.

"Phoebe, i found him in the crib. He didn't just climb in by himself."

Phoebe shrugged and lifted Donny out of the crib with the help from Zayn cause she's small. "I'll take him to my room." She waved her finger in front of the doll's face acting like a mother scolding her child. "I told you to sit in the rocker, not the crib. You must always, always do what i say. I'm the mummy." Then she left the room with Donny in tow.

After watching my sister leave the room, both Zayn and I meet each other's gaze. "Why do i have a feeling you don't like the doll?" He say with a light chuckle.

"I don't." I say. "Besides that thing creeps me out."

"But didn't you tell me you liked the doll when you found it?"

"I did. Now i'm having mixed feelings about that-" I paused, realizing i have my infant sister in my arms careful not to curse in front of her. " ..that 'darn' thing.

Zayn chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. "I cannot lie but that doll does look creepy. Whats funny he looks a little like Harry."

I huffed. "I thought i was the only one thinking that. You know, i thought this babysitting thing will work out just fine but i don't know. It feels like i'm in a freaking twilight zone."

"Hey, you want me to stick around?"

It feels like weight has been lifted off my shoulders. "Oh god, please! So i don't feel like i'm going crazy here."

Zayn laughed. "I'm here for you man." He patted my back. We exited the nursery with Doris in my arms, went downstairs to watch whatever's on television until my mother gets back from work.