Day 2,
I woke up in the middle of the night. I was sweating a lot and it was only 67 degrees out. I glanced at my alarm clock, 3:00... wonderful. Everything bad happens at 3. I sat up in my bed and I realized my closet door was open. I felt a bit of hesitation but got up any way. I slowly tip-toed to the closet and shut the door. I turned around and walked back to my bed. As I lied down in my bed I suddenly became very thirsty. I got up and walked to my door and wondered why it was unlocked... my mom probably just checked on me. I opened the door and walked down stairs when I heard something in the livingroom. As I got closer to the noise I realized it was the old record player. That record player hasn't worked in years. The only reason we still have it is because it was my Great-grandfather's who passed away 23 years ago. Yet the old record player still managed to find a way to play Tip-Toe Through the Tulips. I cautiously made my way to the record player and found there was no record even in the player... it wasn't even turned on. I felt my stomach start to churn. I punched the posessed object, causing it to shut off. With releif, I went to the fridge to complete my task of getting a drink of water. As I was pouring myself a glass of water, something caught my eye. I turned around slowly and there wasn't anything there. Then I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned around quickly and there stood the doll I tossed into my closet. I screamed for my mom and that was all that I remembered.
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The Haunting
HorrorStrange things have been occuring in the Miller house lately. Writing on walls, children's laughter and footsteps throughout the house, doors opening and slamming shut by themselves and even the record player which hasn't worked in years found itsel...