The haunting doll

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Okay, so this story is actually based off a reoccurring dream I’ve had. Of course, the story has been twisted.

The only things that were changed was the main characters name. She wasn’t originally named “Aubrey Cooper”. And the only other thing that was not in the original dream, was Lilian’s uniform. I can’t the actual colors, so I had made it red.

Anyways, enjoy this short story.

My name is Aubrey Cooper, my father is a computer technician, and sometimes after school he would take me with him when he had to go to a customers house to fix their computer. I this one time, I was around seven years old, and my dad has picked me up from school. When he picked me up, he told me to start working on my homework when we drove in the car. This was because they persons house we went to, they had a child who was around my age.

Knowing I would like to play with them when we got there, he told me to do the homework now. It was simple math equations. So, I finished it by the time we got to their house. Or, should I say mansion.

I simply staring up at the mansion in awe. I was a little seven year old, that place to me was a castle!

Okay, getting back on track, we went to the front porch, and my father had rang the door bell. When the man who owned the place opened the huge front door, I was in awe as I just saw the inside of the mansion.

Behind the man was a blonde girl, she was wearing a uniform dress similar to the one I’m wearing now. My uniform was a plaid blue dress with a navy blue cardigan with the schools logo. While her dress was plain dark red, with a maroon cardigan with her schools logo.

But, enough on how we were dressed. I should really get back to the story.

”Hey! My names Lilian!” She chirped happily. “You can call me Lily, everyone else does!”

”My name is Aubrey!” I replied, matching her excited tone. “You can call me Bree!”

Our fathers were talking and I all I can , was that we asked for permission to go out and play in Lilian’s playroom.

We hurriedly climbed up the winding staircase, and went into her play room. It was a beautiful room with light pink walls and one huge snow-white faux fur carpet. Shelves littered the walls, on every shelf, porcelain dolls were everywhere!

Luckily for me, I wasn’t afraid of dolls because my grandma owned a lot of them. They were her mothers’ dolls.

We played a lot, I can’t exactly what we played. But, after awhile I we got bored. Inside the play room, was a closet. Inside there was a bunch of card games, board games, toys, and much more. Opening the closet, we looked through the closet, trying to find something to play with.

That at least until I felt something tug down on my dress. After that, it was a simple blurry memory. All I could hear where screams of people. W

When I “waking up”, I was surrounded with the dead people I once knew. They were all surrounded by pools of blood. I was mortified. In my hands, was something that wasn’t their before. In hands was a porcelain doll with inky black hair, pitch-black soulless eyes, a black and white maid dress, and black flats.

I heard a bone-chilling giggle, that echoed across the mansion walls. “I like you!~” it had then dawned upon me, it was the porcelain doll speaking! Another giggle sounded out, “yes, it is me speaking!~” the doll said once more in a sing-song like voice. ‘D-Did I say that out loud?’ I couldn’t help but wonder. “Nope! I can read minds!”

Looking around at the dead bodies that blood dripped like honey comb, I felt numb. “D-Did I do this...?” “Not alone, no.” “What do you mean by that?”

The doll let out a few small giggles, before it turned into full blown nerve-racking laughs.

After a while, her laughs died down. “My name is Aleena. I used to be a simple resident of this place. Until, one faithful day. The dolls here have been haunted for centuries! The full story, I’ll explain later,” Aleena, as I know know her, started off. “And I like you a lot! So, you should feel honored I possessed you! I helped you kill them now. It’ll save you from hurting much later on!”

That was all I from that day. Now, I live in the empty mansion, with the dolls. Anyone who dares enters the mansion that is now worn down and surround by trees, dies a terrible death.

Please tell me what you think of this story that is based off my dream.

Please tell me anything that can help me out with improving my skills. So please point out any flaws and how I can improve my writing.

Also, what was you’re favorite part of the story? I would like to know.

I would also like to know if I should continue making stories like these.

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