Jane opened the door, to find nothing but a wrapped box and its contents waiting to be freed.
Jane escorted the pack inside, detached the lid and brought it outside. The doll was the most appealing thing she had ever seen. Crystal was her new name. She played with it all day but put it in the basement before going to sleep.
She heard chanting in her sleep. "Ghost doll, ghost doll in the basement... ghost doll, ghost doll on the stairs... ghost doll, ghost doll in your parent's room... and now they're DEAD!" Evil laughter echoed in her head and she woke up gasping for breath.
She woke up the next morning to find her parents dead. She cried as her brother prepared her parent's funeral. She forgot about Crystal that day. She heard the chants again at night. "Ghost doll, ghost doll in the basement... ghost doll, ghost doll on the stairs... ghost doll, ghost doll in your brother's room... and now he's DEAD!" She was again woken up the sound of the malicious laughter that filled her head. The next morning she woke up to find nothing but the corpse of her brother. She sobbed that day until night came.
The chanting came to haunt her again at night. She opened her eyes to find a paler replica of Crystal floating above her with a knife. "And now... you're dead." Jane may have died that night but Crystal lives in the basement waiting for her next victim.
