I walk outside my front door onto the porch. It's the middle of summer but I'm still freezing cold. My little sister just died. I saw it with my own eyes, it seemed as if it were nothing at first, we had just gotten in a fight. Eventually I realized that deep down somewhere, I love her, and she too loved me. I still feel like she's with me. You can call me crazy but, I think she's with me in my dolls. At night, I hear them cry. Sometimes they sing to me when I'm have a bad dream. There's one in particular that stands out. She's missing her eye and she looks mistreated.
Something wakes me out of my slumber. I figure it's my sister and fall back asleep. I wake up again to laughter. I grab my knife and slowly open my bedroom door. The laughter grows louder until; CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAK! The door creaked, an obnoxious sound burning my ears. The laughter stops completely. The silence is pierced by a blood curdling scream. I cautiously shut my door and turn around. I glare at my bed for a moment and open the door again. I walk out of my bedroom slowly and enter my living room. Everything is pitched black until the TV turns on. A fuzzy black and white screen. At first I couldn't hear anything but then, the volume increases. The TV turns off completely and the room grows dark again. Rain starts pouring outside, I get a better grip on my knife. The lamp on the table turns on by itself. Lighting flashes and the light goes off. Thunder crashes and everything goes still. I turn to go back to my room. As I reach the hallway, I feel as if someone is watching me. I reach for my door handle and turn it slowly, cautiously. It's locked. I kick it as hard as I can and it opens. Everything is black. I still look around to see if I can see a ghost, nothing. I look in the direction of my bed. Lightning flashes lighting the entire room. Nothing is on it. Everything goes dark again. I hear tiny footsteps behind me and look back, I can't see anything. Lightning flashes again! I look at my bed and they're there. My dolls! My friends! I run towards them. I flop on them. Something grabs my knife. A pain grows in my back. My back, soaking now, gets numb. They kick me off of my bed. I can now join them....
