Alice and Her Doll

Chapter 4

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"Alice," a raspy voice called Alice. "Alice, go to your window."

Alice put down the book she was reading, "The Three Bears", and walked over to her bright bedroom window.

She rose up to her tiptoes and looked out the window.

She saw nothing but the usual-- her empty front lawn with only a large oak tree to decorate it.

Alice waited a little more until she saw it happen.

Her window fogged up and it was as if someone where writing on it with their finger.

The window said, "Look under your pillow".

Alice involuntarily walked over to her pink bed and lifted up the pillow.

There lay a pack of tarot cards.

The window fogged up once more and this message appeared: "Take them to your mommy".

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When Carrie came home from her day out in the snow with her two best friends, her mom was in the kitchen.

"Carrie!"

"Hey, mom."

"How was your day with your friends?" Carrie's mom was already starting on dinner at three o'clock.

"I was really fun.....*sigh*"

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

Carrie heard compassion in her mother's voice. Since she was little, Carrie had always remembered compassion and love in her mom's voice. Carrie's mom was always there for her, she truly and utterly loved her.

"I just, it's just that......you know when you hear your favorite song and you start to sing along? You know how you get that good feeling when you sing it and just let go?"

Carrie's mom stopped cutting the thick carrot she was preparing for dinner and looked at her intently.

She nodded.

"Well, I wish moments like that could last forever. I wish you could record everything on one big camera and watch it over and over again, reliving the experience."

"Wow," Carrie's mom was impressed by her daughter's deep thoughts and her excellent choice of words.

"I wish I could've captured that moment today. Me and Ben and Fiona had a blast! I just don't know if I'll ever have another magical moment like that again. Do you know what I'm saying?"

Carrie's mom walked over to her and wrapped her arms around her daughter.

"Yes, dear." She said with tears in her eyes. "I do know."

They stood there for a while, both deep in thought, an impenetrable blanket of love covering them.

Then, Carrie slipped out of her mother's loving arms and said, "I'm going to go to my room while you're making....."

"Oh!" Said Carrie's mom, who got pulled out of her perfect mother-daughter moment. "Beef stew. Hey, call your father, will you? Remind him to get milk on his way home from work, please."

"Okay, thanks!" Carrie called out to her mother as she walked down the hall to her room, wishing she had a two-story house with some privacy.

Carrie's mom stood in the kitchen, wishing she could capture her recent mother-daughter moment on a big camera and play it over and over, reliving the experience.

She was awoken from this trance when she smelled the burning stench of the stove that was heating up all this time.

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The doll sat in Ray and Megan's master bedroom.

It was dark, just how she liked it.

The Cooks were downstairs eating dinner.

The doll was placed under Ray's pillow, when he brought it down from the attic into his room.

He wanted to ask Megan about it after dinner.

So there the doll was, smothered by the pillow that smelled of cologne.

A thousand bloodcurdling ideas raced through her evil little head as her smile curled up into a villainous grin.

The doll's eyebrows narrowed into a very, very disturbing expression that would even send shivers down a grown man's spine.

After dinner her mission would be assigned.

After dinner she and her Infector would plan out their mission.

The doll snickered as she pictured how she would murder all of the Cooks, one by one.

But they were to stupid to suspect a doll.

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