the doll

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The next morning I woke up with the doll sitting on the foot of my bed. Now last night after the doll said my name I sat it in the back of my closet. Because it started to creep me out but now the clown doll was starring at me. I kicked it off my bed when I saw it because when I woke up it was like a jumpscare. When I kicked it, it laughed but I hadn't pulled the string I kicked it under my bed the laughing still etching on. I got out of my room amd shut the door. "I just need some fresh air and some food." I kept telling myself it just felt odd. The laughing from the clown doll was still going on and I could hear it from outside my room. I walked down stairs trying to ignore the laughter. "What a creepy doll." I said to my mom who was waiting for me downstairs. "What doll?" My mom asked. I looked at her confused. "The clown doll you found on the steps and gave to me?" I waited for a response. She's probably just really tired and forgot I thought to myself nothing to worry about. "Nevermind." I tould her as I took a small bite sized eggo and walked out the door to school.

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