The haunted doll
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Last published Fri, Feb 20, 2015
One day there was a family that was moving in to this new home a old house. All the paint was falling off and there was barley windows. The little girl named Jenny new there was something wrong with the house. When Jenny entered her room she opens the closet there was a doll in the closet. The doll was missing a eye and a arm. Jenny picked her up and when she noticed the doll opened her eyes and blinked twice. Jenny ran and screamed. Know one beloved her and when they checked the doll she did nothing just sit. Jenny couldn't believe the doll was doing nothing and when everyone left the doll got up and started to walk. Read the story to see what happens next
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