The held doll
Horror Story 09
There formerly was a little girl named Emily who loved dolls further than anything in the world. Her parents would always buy her the most beautiful dolls they could find, and Emily would spend hours playing with them.
One day, her parents brought home a new doll for her. It was a quaint demitasse doll with big blue eyes and curled golden hair. Emily was overjoyed with her new doll, and she played with it all day.
That night, Emily was woken up by strange noises coming from her room. When she opened her eyes, she saw her new doll standing on her nightstand, gaping at her with its big blue eyes. Emily was alarmed, but she induced herself that it was just her imagination.
The coming night, Emily woke up again to find the doll standing on her bed, its eyes fixed on her. She tried to scream, but no sound would come out of her mouth. She could feel the doll's cold demitasse fritters wrap around her throat, squeezing tighter and tighter until she could not breathe.
Emily's parents rushed into her room and set up her lying on the bed, heaving for air. They allowed
it was just agony, but Emily knew that the doll was responsible.
From that night on, strange effects began to be in the house. Doors would open and close on their own, and objects would move without anyone touching them. Emily's parents tried to ignore it, but they knew that commodity wasn't right.
One day, Emily's parents went out for the evening, leaving her alone in the house with the doll. Emily was spooked, but she tried to put on a stalwart face. She sat in the living room, watching television, while the doll sat on the settee next to her.
Suddenly, the television flitted off, and the room was plunged into darkness. Emily could hear the doll's soft horselaugh echoing through the room. She tried to run, but she felt the doll's cold fritters wrap around her ankle, pulling her back.
Emily's parents came home to find their son lying on the bottom, unconscious. The doll was sitting on her casket, its blue eyes gaping up at them.
They tried to get relieve from the doll, but it sounded to always find its way back to Emily's room. Emily's parents decided to call a clerk, hoping that he could help them get relieved from the evil spirit that held the doll.
The clerk arrived and performed an exorcism on the doll. As he spoke the holy words, the doll's eyes glowed bright red, and it began to levitate off the ground. The room was filled with a blaring laugh, and Emily's parents could see the face of the demon that had held the doll.
The exorcism was successful, and the doll was destroyed. Emily's parents noway forgot the terror that the held doll had brought into their home. They made sure to keep all their dolls locked down in a press, noway to be played with again. And Emily noway forgot the night that the doll tried to take her life. She always made sure to keep her distance from dolls, hysterical that they might be held too.
As time went by, Emily's parents allowed
that they had left the agony before. They noway spoke about the held doll again, and Emily sounded to have moved on from the trauma.
still, one day, when Emily was alone in the house, she heard a faint tale coming from her bedroom. She dithered at first, but curiosity got stylish of her, and she walked towards the room.
As she opened the door, she saw the press where all the dolls were kept. She could see the demitasse eyes gaping back at her, nearly as if they were alive. Emily was filled with dread as she realized that the press door was slightly ajar.
She sluggishly walked towards it, her heart pounding in her casket. When she reached the press, she opened it sluggishly, revealing rows and rows of dolls. But as she looked closer, she saw that one of the dolls was missing.
It was the held doll.
Emily's blood ran cold as she realized that the demon might still be alive. She turned around, ready to run, but the door slammed shut, enmeshing her inside. She could hear the faint sound of steps coming from the hallway.
Emily tried to scream, but no sound would come out. She felt commodity wrap around her throat, and she plodded to breathe. She knew that the doll had come back for her.
The coming day, Emily's parents came home to find their son lying on the bottom, unconscious. The held doll was sitting coming to her, its blue eyes fixed on them. They knew that they had to destroy the doll formerly and for all.
This time, they took no chances. They gathered all the dolls and burned them in a campfire. As they watched the dears consume the dolls, they felt a sense of relief that the agony was eventually over.
But Emily's parents knew that they would no way forget the terror that the held doll had brought into their lives. They made sure that Emily would noway be alone in the house again, and they always kept an eye out for any signs of metaphysical exertion.
In the end, they could only hope that the demon had been destroyed along with the dolls. But they knew that they could no way be certain. The memory of the held doll would always hang them, a constant memorial that wrong can come from the most unanticipated places.
About the Creator
Hello there! My name is Ashfaq Ahamad, and I am a graphic designer, WordPress web designer, and social worker. I am currently pursuing my BA.
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