So, Halloween is this Saturday. So it's soon and I was planning to do one of those horror story circle things with a few friends. Problem is, I've only got one story so far and I was hopping you guys knew more . . . in good taste, I'll share the story I heard last year.
Once upon a time, there was this little white girl. Her birthday was coming up so she asked her mother if they would pay a visit to the toy store. The mother agrees, knowing all about her daughters special day.
So they go to the local toy store and they start looking around for a present. The little white girl walked around the aisles, through a vast assortment of toys. Bikes, puzzles, action figures, she passes all that to make her way towards her favorites - dolls.
To her disappointment, she finds that the toy store doesn't carry a good assortment of dolls. No barbies, no bratz, just old antique dolls. But the little white girl tells herself that she shouldn't be picky. Not only because she was growing up but because there wasn't another toy store for miles. So the little white girl decided for the best and started sorting out the best dolls. After a few minutes she made her chose.
In her hands was a black doll. The doll had black leathery skin and near-human hair. The doll had it's right hand raised with two fingers thrown up. The little white girl thought it was cute because it resembled a peace sign, something she liked to do with her friends. She was happy with her chose so she took it to her mother so she could pay for it.
The mother looked at the black doll and then back to her daughter. She gave her daugter a weird look and asked her if she was sure with her chose. The little white girl pouted and her mother laughed. The mother then took it to the register and gave it to the cashier. The cashier took the doll, stared at it and then looked to mother with a weird look. The mother struged with a weak smile. The cashier then said that 10 dollars would be fine so they paid and left with the new doll.
The little white girl was happy with her doll. She played with it the rest of the day. Stroking her skin, combing her hair, and shaking her right peace hand. She played with the doll until she had to go to bed. She reluctantly sat the doll on a chair at the corner of her room and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, the little white girl had to use the bathroom. So she got up and went. She comes back into her room after she was finished and noticed that the doll was no longer on her chair. If had fell to the ground. The girl goes to the doll and sits her back on to the chair, carefully positioning it so it wouldn't fall again. She then goes back to the bed.
After a few minutes, the little white girl hears the doll fall back down on the ground. She ignores it thinking she was going to play with it in the morning anyways.
The next morning, the house was quite. The mother wakes up and starts making breakfast. It was getting rather late now and the mother noticed that her daughter was not yet up. So she calls her, telling her to wake up. She doesn't get a response. Annoyed, she walks up to her daughters room with the intention of shaking her daughter up. She opens the door and pulls over the cover yelling surprise. But to her horror, she stares down to a mess of flesh that was once her daughter.
A doll sitting at the corner of the room watches the mother scream. We've never seen this doll before. This doll has white cotton skin and near-human hair. The doll had it's right hand raised with three fingers thrown up.
And there you go . . . took me a while but sure. Now I need more, tell me some scares plox.
EDIT Oh, darn crud. I totally forgot there was a writing subforum here . . . haven't been here a while sorry . . . move if desired.
Oct 26 2009, 09:19 PM
