MY DOLL CAN TALK

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I got my parents angry and paid dearly for it. I was beaten black and blue by my father. I have never seen him so angry. He ordered me to go to my room and think about what I did. Sushie, my puppy, refused to follow me. It was just not my night.

I got to my room sore. I was sore from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet. To make matter worse, rain started and there was power outage. I wanted cuddling so I could sleep. I remembered my old doll, Hannah. She would be perfect for this purpose.

I heard a very loud thunder followed by a bright lightning. I must have slept off. Everywhere was still dark then the scary lightning came again and I saw my doll standing in the middle of my room. Suddenly, she turned her head to face me.

I was so scared. I sat up, I was shivering. She moved slowly towards the bed with an evil grin. I couldn't move, I was so terrified. She climbed the bed and faced me, she was holding a screwdriver.

She stood there with so much anger and evil. "Why did you neglect me for that stupid dog?"

I couldn't shiver again, I was too shocked to make a move. My jaws dropped. My doll is talking! I wanted to reply but words failed me.

My muteness must have gotten her more angry. "If you don't reply me now, I will kill you right before the count of 3!" She exclaimed. Her voice was filled with rage yet I couldn't talk.

1, 2, 3! I still couldn't talk. She moved towards me. She raised her hand up to stab me. I woke up. I was breathing like I just ran an 8km Marathon race. Thank God it was just a dream, I thought. I dashed to the toilet to urinate and wash the sweat off my face. There was still no power so i used my phone's flashlight.

As I got back to my room, this bright lightning came again. I saw my doll on the bed, eyes wide open with an evil grin on her face. I ran outside my room screaming.

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This original short horror story is base on @jade56 contest.