Molly May, The Possessed Doll

It was my 7th birthday. I was given a porcelain doll as a gift from my grandmother. As my grandmother handed me the doll, she apologized for the doll not being able to play its lullaby anymore. She said it hasn’t worked in years, so she took the batteries out. I didn’t mind that the doll couldn’t play its music anymore, I was already creeped out by the dolls appearance, so I graciously accepted the gift with a crooked smile. The doll had piercing blue eyes and a small crack down the middle of her forehead.

Later that night, I had placed the doll in a box and put it in my closet.

The next day, I invited my cousin to have a sleepover at my house. We wanted to camp outside, but it was raining, so we decided to camp out in my bedroom and make a sheet out of tents.

It was 2 A.M.

We were inside the tent.

I clicked my flashlight on and we

started telling stories. It was then that I noticed a small shadow pass outside the tent. Right behind my cousin.

About an hour passed, and we were laying there in silence.

And then, all of a sudden…

I heard a soft melody coming from outside the tent.

I whispered to my cousin to see if she had heard the noise too, and she quietly nodded her head yes. My cousin and I were shaking and started to scream. I slowly peaked out the tent…

And there it was… my battery less doll… staring directly into my eyes… playing her lullaby…

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