THE DOLL-PART TWO 500 years later, another family moved in. They had a girl who was 12 years old, and she was very curious. One night, the girl, whose name was Nicole, couldn’t fall asleep. So she put her head under her covers, and closed her eyes tight. She thought it was her imagination, but she heard a faint, desperate cry… ‘help me… help me……..’ She opened her eyes. ‘help me…. help me…..’ It kept getting louder. She took the covers off. ‘help me…. help me!’ Now she knew it wasn’t her imagination. She got out of bed, and made out that it was coming from the closet. ‘help me! HELP ME!’ She walked over to the closet door, and flung it open. The noise seemed to ring in her ears like a fire alarm. A single stone in the floor was shaking violently. She picked it up, and as soon as she took it out of the floor, the voice stopped. A gust of wind came out of the hole in the floor. She looked into it, and gasped. There was a pair of eyes, blue as the sky, staring straight at her. She climbed down the ladder, and picked a doll up. Its eyes were beautiful, but it looked at least 500 years old, all dusty and the colors were faded. Suddenly a piercing scream came from the doll, and it rattled violently in her hands. She shrieked, ran upstairs, and told her parents. The family moved out almost immediately.Today, the house in being used as a museum. It displays the doll. And, they say if you listen closely on that day Marisa died, you can hear it from the doll; ‘help me…. help me…………’ ~CrazyTing~
Posted on: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 01:59:42 +0000
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