This creppy doll I had

Few years ago I got a present from my uncle right afther his friends wedding. While I was playing with my present (which is a doll) I didn't like it very much I only like dolls that are pretty like Barbie's. I notice that... The doll always stares at me even when I slant it it moves it's eyes and looks at me that scared the crap out if me... I didn't want to tell my parents about this doll because they won't believe me if I do. So I put the doll on my craft table. A few days later my grandma came to my house. She came to me room picked up the doll and said, &quot; what a cute doll you have there&quot;. I walked next to my grandma and the doll started staring at me... I was like wtf. Then I said to my grandma, &quot; we'll you see grandma this doll is kind of creeping me out so can you go ahead and like put it back on my craft table?&quot;. Well she did put it back facing me and the doll looking at me... Once a few hours later... My grandma came home, &quot;FINALLY&quot;. I thought to myself. Then a few minutes later I TOOK MY SCREW DRIVER AND STARTED STABBING THE DOLLS FACE JUST TO GET THE EYES OUT... .-. Well... It didn't work that well the eyes didn't come out. Crap. Well I did have a lot of tools in my under my craft desk so I used alcohol instead &gt;.&lt; it ruined the Dolly's eye and I threw it out the window with my goddamn bare hands.-.

And I never saw the doll again

Vastly Improved Version
A few years ago I got a present from my uncle right after his friend's wedding. While I was playing with my present (which is a doll), I didn't like it very much. I only like dolls that are pretty like Barbie's. I notice that... The doll always stares at me even when I slant it... it moves its eyes and looks at me. That scared the crap out if me... I didn't want to tell my parents about this doll because they won't believe me if I do. So I put the doll on my craft table. A few days later my grandma came to my house. She came to me room, picked up the doll and said, &quot;What a cute doll you have there.&quot; I walked next to my grandma and the doll started staring at me... I was like, &quot;Wtf.&quot; My grandma was surprised at my firm grasp of internet language. Then I said to my grandma, &quot;Well, you see grandma, this doll is kind of creeping me out so can you go ahead and like put it back on my craft table? And also buy me a Barbie? Because Barbies are fucking awesome, bitch.&quot; Well she did put it back and the doll kept on looking at me like it was a pervert...Â

A few hours later...

My grandma came home. &quot;FINALLY, THE BITCH IS BACK,&quot; I thought to myself. Then a few minutes later I took my screwdriver and stabbed the doll in the face like a total idiot... Â

Well... It didn't work that well. The eyes didn't come out. Crap. Well I did have a lot of tools in my under my craft desk so I used alcohol instead.

It ruined the Dolly's eye and I threw it out the window with my goddamn bare hands and laughed at it.

And I never saw the doll again.

BECAUSE IT WAS PHOOONE!!!11!!!

-- Very small revisions credited to 41488p