R E P U B L I S H E D
A compilation of Scary Facts, Unsolved Mysteries, Urban Legends, Creepypastas and Scary Myths that I saw in various websites. If you're a fan of mysteries and all scary things, this book is for you! :)
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It was raining hard at that time. The lights are off, but the lamp was on. I woke up around 2:30 in the morning. Everyone else are sleeping soundly. My sister on the other bed, snoring. My aunt sleeping in my room. My parents, due to stress, slept on the living room instead of their room. Thank God it was my vacation, I was the only one awake. It would be hard for me to go back to sleep—
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Now going back, it would really be hard for me to go back to sleep. So I just stared at the ceiling. Thunder struck outside, 10 minutes to three in the morning. I then heard something talk, I swear. I turned around and saw that one of my Baby Alive dolls spoke. Wait, that's the only one who can speak, what am I saying? *facepalm*
“Mommy! Mommy! I'm hungry”
“H m m . . D e l i c i o u s.”
* L A U G H S * (a/n: it fucking laughed)
I threw my pillow at it and then it stopped. But the other doll beside it followed my eyes in a really creepy way.
And just like any scaredy cat would do. . .
“MOMMYYYY !! DADDYYYY!!!!”
I yelled and screamed ten times. Dad burst into the room. (Like one punch man. LMAO) My sister woke up along with my mom and aunt.
“What's the commotion over here?!” he growled. Wow, what an overprotective father.
“The dolls!” I pointed at them and you probably know what happens next.
“You're just hallucinating!”
Everyone laughed. LAUGHED.
What the hell?! I wasn't!!
“Just go back to sleep.”My parents groaned.
°°°°
The next day, I grabbed a bottle of holy water and poured it on my dolls. I grabbed the dolls which stared at me and poured half a bottle of holy water (no joke) on it then placed it on the side of the staircase.
“From now on, you'll stay here. You're lucky I wasn't mean enough to throw you away.”(a/n: Dude throw it away)
Unfortunately after that, the doll still haunted my dreams. (a/n: should've throw it away.) And my parents still won't believe my “silly”story
