One day as I sit on my bed ,I hear what seems to be the pitter-patter of little feet. So,I look up from my book and notice something strange.
The doll, yes the doll, that sits on my beds face has just changed.
From its once cute smile to a hard stare with a grimace for added affect. I tell myself that its just a doll apiece of plastic couldn't move.
So I continue to read. Again i hear the sound though this time its getting closer. AT about this point i get up and call my cat inside. the moment i get back to my bed the whole doll is gone. I think it must've been the dog, so i sit down to read again. too bad for me i didn't seem to look on the celling. now you know why im dead.

- yours from the grave,

Anna-Bella