-November 4th 1968-
It was a peaceful afternoon in the small town of Velize. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing ever so softly, and the children were playing happily under a linden. All except young Matilda Underwood. Instead of playing with the other children, Matilda preferred to read inside. This was not normal for a 6 year old child. Thus, the people refer to her as a freak. Matilda sat on the rocking chair next to the window, reading her copy of 'How to Kill a Mockingbird'.
On the windowsill next to her, was a doll. It had captivating blue eyes, long brown hair, and a big smile that never leaves it's face. It was a Christmas gift from Matilda's grandparents, whom sadly passed away last year.
The afternoon went by and the sun slowly began to set. The children said their goodbyes before heading to their own homes. Soon enough, the sky turned dark and the stars were littered across the sky.
Matilda was still in the rocking chair waiting for her parents' arrival. They were unusually late from work.
*click*
Matilda's eyes darted towards the door. She saw her mother, tired and weary, enter the doorway. Oddly enough, her father didn't come home along with her mother. Looking back towards the door, she asked her mother, "mum, where'd dad go?" Her mother just shook her head and headed towards the bedroom. Matilda didn't understand what she meant, but she decided that it's a better idea to drop the subject, so she went to her own room to get some rest.
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The next morning, Matilda woke up before the sun rose, as she does normally. Stretching her arms open, she felt absolutely refreshed, but something felt off. It felt like someone had been watching her. But Matilda brushed the thought off thinking that her mind was just playing tricks on her. But little did she know, that someone, or something, had actually been watching her.
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- January 17th 1980 -
Time flew by quickly, young Matilda has matured into an elegant woman. She has gotten married to a businessman and now has a child of her own.
One day, as she was cleaning out her attic, she found a valuable object from her childhood, her doll. It was just like she remembered, blue eyes, brown hair, and a sweet smile, but it's become dusty over time. After considering, she took it downstairs, into her room, and placed it inside a cabinet. Then, she left to continue cleaning out the attic.
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"Mum, it's dinner time!"
Her daughter, Anne called from the kitchen.
She walked down to the dining room and was met with her daughter and her husband sitting on the table ready to eat. They had a great time and before they knew it, it was already nighttime.
She was getting ready for bed before she realized something off. Her doll which she put inside a cabinet earlier, was sitting on the bed. She thought that her daughter must have put it on the bed, and put it back into the cabinet. Then, she went to bed.
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"DAD!!"
The young girl sobbed quietly upon hearing about her father's accident. It was tragic. Matilda's father had been caught in a fire. He was trapped in between debris and he couldn't make it out.
"NO!"
It was his funeral. People showed up being dressed in black. Young Matilda looked at her father's corpse and cried into her mother's sleeves.
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Matilda woke up, drenched in sweat, she had this nightmare yet again. It's been 12 years since the incident but she still couldn't get over it. Still shaken, she walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water to wash her panic away. As she poured the water into a small glass, she felt like someone was watching her, so she turned around. And to her surprise, her doll was on the dining table, with it's head turned 180 degrees so that it's looking at her. She dropped her glass, instantly shattering it into pieces, cutting part of her skin in the process. She rubbed her eyes and saw that the doll wasn't there. She turned back to see the mess she made a while back. She sighed, picked up a broom, and started sweeping.
"Matilda?"
Upon hearing her name, Matilda stopped sweeping and searched for the source of the voice, but no one was there, so she continued sweeping.
"Matilda?"
The voice said, yet again. Matilda stopped sweeping and looked for the source of the voice once more. But she still found that no one was there.
Done with all the sweeping, Matilda's eyes felt droopy, and she walked back to her bedroom.
She walked into the bedroom and walked towards the bed. But the doll was there. Matilda was rather skeptical about this doll, but she was too tired to do anything, so she just put the doll back into the cabinet and slept.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
A laugh echoed throughout the room, but it was not from Matilda nor her husband, it was the doll, holding a knife covered in blood. The doll looked at Matilda's dead body one last time, before disappearing into the shadows.
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MATILDA UNDERWOOD FOUND DEAD THIS MORNING:
Matilda Underwood, aged 25, found dead this morning. A bloody knife was found next to the victim. No one has caught the culprit of this murder...
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To this day, no one has found the doll. Now that I have told you this story, beware of the doll, you might just be next.
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Okay, maybe writing this at night is NOT. A. GOOD. IDEA.
