slowly creeps up the stairs. Stopping at the slightest sound. Staring at her door wondering if she should open it. Pushing the door and quickly jumps into her bed, putting the cover over her head. The quiet room make her curious. She peek over at the chair, but she doesn’t see the doll. She sits up still looking at the chair.

Suddenly, she feels a little hand touch her arm. Fear vibrates through her entire body. Pushing herself to the corner of the bed, trembling as she sees a doll staring at her.

“My name is Aida, and I am your friend.” She hears the doll say to her. She turns toward the doll and sees a little girl the same age of her standing there with her hands behind her back.

“Who are you? Linda ask.

“Your friend!” Aida returned.

“I don’t have any friends.”

“I beg to differ. You have lots of friends. You just don’t know it yet.”

At that moment the sound of voices were heard in the hallway. The sound of the door opening and closing. The sound of someone walking up the stairs.

“She’s coming!” Linda cried!
The door burst opened. An angry lady burst into the room. Pulling her roughly out of the bed. Fear engulf Linda as she cringe from the squeezing of her arm.

“I told you never to knock on my door. DIDN’T I?”

“Yes!” Tears falling from the intense squeezing of her arm.

“Then why did you do it?”

“I saw something in my room.”

“You saw something!” Pulling her closer to her face. Her eyes piercing at her as if it wanted to pull her soul out of her.

“You saw something!”

Linda shaking her head. Yes.

“If you ever come… What is that?

Pushing Linda away from and backing toward the door.

“WHAT IS THAT!” screaming as she stares at a doll moving toward her.  Retreating out the room slamming the door behind her.
Ominous screaming send cheers through Linda little body.

You WITCH…YOU WITCH! Yelling! Heard as the downstairs door BAM! The sound of the door slamming.

Downstairs in the room where the woman just run into as she knocked things of the table in a rage of anger. She suddenly stops and fear races through her as she stare at the same shadow she just seen in Linda room.  She backs up slowly and each step she takes backward the shadow steps forward. She runs and grab her bible as she prepare for a fight with what she thinks is a demon.

“Lord Help Me!” Get rid of this demon that has entered my house from that little bitch upstairs. I knew I should have killed her when I had the chance.


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