Beautiful Doll Comes to Life.

There was a big old house that had hundreds of trees in the backyard. People in the neighbourhood told different horror stories about that house, but they also said that these supernatural things do not harm anyone. We believed it and shifted. We could never think about someone from our family who could have done black magic on us, and the supernatural creatures sent to us through magic were to harm and annoy us.

My kids' rooms were next to mine. I would clean their rooms, set their books and toys, as my kids were 2 and 5 years of age. The dolls and other stuffed toys were kept on the topmost shelf, which was not reachable without a chair. There was a big doll dressed in a bright yellow and orange frock; it had shiny blue eyes, a small round nose, and pink lips that had a smile on them. The doll had bright yellow hair, which was styled with a cap and white ballerina shoes, which looked very cute.

I never took the doll off the shelf. Every night I would lie down in between my kids to tell them bedtime stories and sing rhymes with them. I did not notice at first, but one night as I was telling a story to my kids, I could hear someone giggling from above the shelf. I couldn't understand at first. I thought I was hallucinating and continued with my story. Days passed and I was somewhat uneasy, but I would ignore this feeling as if I was overthinking.

Once, as I was singing rhymes to my kids, I glanced at the doll on the shelf. I do not know what made me do that, but I did that and suddenly the lights went off. I was lying with my kids on the bed when, after some time, the light came back and as I looked at the shelf, there was no doll there! Eventually, I felt someone poke me at the side of my stomach and my heart missed a beat as I cuddled up to the same doll while both of my kids were fast asleep. How did the doll come to lie right next to me? This question triggered my mind, but somehow I managed to gather all the courage and put the doll back on the shelf.

The next day, following the same routine, I was narrating a story to my kids when I noticed the doll's head turned in my direction and its eyes were staring straight at me. I felt a cold shiver running down my spine, but I continued to do what I was doing and ignored it. After this incident, I started noticing the doll and found that it usually turns its head left to right and vice versa. The feeling I had was strange and unexplainable. I finally decided and took the doll with me in the car and threw it in the rubbish dump, which was ablaze, hoping that the doll would burn and perish. But I was wrong, and to my horror, as I went home and opened the door of my room, there it was sitting on my bed!