Lyla's POV
After breakfast, I decided to head outside. Y'know, get some fresh air. I ran up to my room to get changed out of my TARDIS pajamas.
I was just pulling my t-shirt over my head when I heard my phone buzz. It was in the closet. Weird. I pulled the sliding door open and looked around. I set my right hand down and a warm gooey substance engulfed my hand. I screamed and pulled away from the closet.
Bright red blood covered my hand. I looked into the closet. A plush doll with black button eyes stared at me. The blood seeped from it's fabric and onto the floor.
My phone buzzed again. I reached a hand towards the doll. A creepy, high pitched laugh bounced around the room. The doll got up at lightning speed and ran into a small hole I hadn't noticed before. The stupid doll had stolen my phone.
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A/N The doll. I love him. My younger sister had a plush doll and I burned it's face on the wood pellet stove. Bye-bye baby. Baby that used to scare the crap out of me. Anyway, comment, vote, point out spelling errors you find. I hope you enjoyed Chapter II of The Demon's Game!
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The Demon's Game
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