The Doll
by Oliver Young, age 9, Oxford Elementary
Oct 27, 2011 | 609 views |  0 comments | 5 5 recommendations | email to a friend | print
On one dark night, a sound was squeaking in the room next door. I went to investigate.

It was my little sister’s room. Everything was gone but a doll with one eye. It had a white dress on with a blood stain. I grabbed it. I took it downstairs, but my parents were gone.

It was a nightmare! I ran to my room and slammed the door. I threw the doll in the drawer and called the police, but they didn’t answer. I hung the phone up and threw the covers over my head. I tried to go to sleep, but something thumped a few times.

I got a flashlight and opened the door, but nothing was there.

Thump! Thump!

I turned around and I walked over to the drawer. The doll was in it. I shivered with fear. I opened the drawer and the doll’s eye blinked!

I couldn’t look. The doll was terrifying, and out of nowhere the doll was behind me. I kicked the doll and grabbed it and threw it downstairs. I tried to break it, but it was, like, invincible.

It said, “Come down, I want to play with you.” I tried to ignore it. I couldn’t do it.

So I went downstairs, grabbed the doll again and took it outside and ran with it to the store and left it.

I ran out of the store and sat by the side of the curb and put my ear on the wall. Silent. The doll was gone! And suddenly I heard a scream!

I ran inside and saw something I thought I would never see. The doll killed the women!

I got a bat and I swung as hard as I could.


The doll’s head went off. Yes!

I saw some matches. I got them. I struck the match and threw it on the doll’s face. I stood there and watched it burn.

I ran out of the store. I ran to my house, sat in the living room and watched TV.

The house was silent. The doll was finished! Finally!

I heard the back door open. Mom! Dad! I ran to see them.

But it wasn’t them. It was an old friend. The doll.

But this time she looked different. She had half of her head burnt off and she had a knife. That was it! I got oil and a match and set it on fire. Finally! It was gone!

The doll died, but I never saw my parents again.
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