Doll

"Do you know ?!" My excited friend says as she grabs my arm.

"This is not something to get excited about, it's horrible" and I tell him one of my family's stories.

 My grandmother had a beautiful older sister, blonde, with brown eyes and fine features that was very spoiled at home. She, like me, had to follow the legacy of our lineage and entered our school, the years passed quietly and just when she was going to graduate and start her bright future, she disappeared.

My grandmother, who was in her first year at the time, learned that our literature teacher was the most likely to be the cause of her sister's disappearance. So, determined to recover it, she began her search for some clues about her whereabouts, however, apart from knowing that my great-aunt was with him after midnight, she didn't find more information and she, knowing the true nature of this school, He dared not break the rules, which limited her enough to find a clue.

It wasn't until a year later, that the professor called her to her office and very angry she handed him a realistic-looking doll that was very similar to her sister except for her hair, which was darker and Mr. Victor told her in a rather hard tone that will take his sister because he did not wish that a liar will damage his very precious collection.

Overwhelmed and scared, my grandmother asked permission at school and with a courage that I would not be able to, she took her wrist to her house to ask her parents for advice.

There he learned that his sister was not a natural blonde and that color was a product of the use of honey and chamomile as lightening, thus clearing the doubt as to why the professor was so upset (he only likes natural blondes).

His parents began an investigation to return his beloved daughter to normal, they even consulted him with the supernatural, but found no solution, although they discovered increasingly disturbing information, such as the fact that his soul is trapped in that wrist and was aware of everything around him.

Desperate, they managed to induce her into an eternal dream so that she does not suffer.

She now sleeps in the basement of my house, becoming a "family heirloom" that passes from generation to generation.