I stood there with the knife in my hand, I was wondering what I have done here. It all started the same evening I brought home a doll I've always wanted. Me only being 17 wanted to keep this a secret from all my friends at school. That night seemed to start off normal, homework and a phone call from my now deceased crush. Who would ever know who exactly helped me start writing in this journal. Maybe it was what my psychology teachers advice about all my nightmares. This thing has seemed to take a control over me. Now I'll tell you the events that led to all this.
I walked home from school one day passed a yard sale, but at this time I noticed this old doll that I would like to put into a secret collection of mine. I decide to go an work out a deal for this doll that was at the time 90 dollars with everything included. "excuse me sir, I know this doll is 90$ but I would love to make a deal with you for it." At the time it seemed great to make this offer. "sure let's see what you've got young lady." "well you see sir I have 30 on me right now and I'll work off the rest if you give me that doll." He agreed without hesitation and it confused me at the time. I wish I would've known what he did at that time. So I continued to my house excited with the thought of expanding my collection. The next 4 days went by fast with school, work, homework, and phone calls. On the 4th day I recieved the doll, I stuffed it in my backpack and ran home quickly.
You already know what I've told you in the beginning so I'll skip to after the phone call. I quietly laid in bed trying to go to sleep because I know I wouldn't wake up in te morning. I was asleep with I heard a crash in my closet, I ran to open the door. I stood there for about a good 2 minutes trying to get the nerve to open the door. I opened it to find most of my doll collection broken and on the floor from the shelf at the top of the closet. The noises and strange stuff started to increase with the days passing. One night seemed to be so surreal I'm unsure of what'll happen to my sanity. I was asleep like a normal night when all of the sudden I feel this sharp pain on my side. I wake up to see the doll I worked so hard for sitting right next to me with a piece of glass in its hand. I lifted the blankets to see what that wet hot feeling running down my side was. I sat there in shock as I sit in my own pool of blood. I yelled out and my parents came running in as quickly as they could. They took me to the E.R for 60 stitches on my side.
At the very end I had a friend sleep at my house because I felt uneasy about being home alone. We seemed to stay up for hours but it still wasn't long enough for me. We ended up falling asleep at 1:15 am while we were talking. Later that night I woke up to gasping sounds to see that my friend had been strangled to death while I was asleep. Something pulled on my hair and I tried to free myself. About five minutes of struggling I freed myself and ran not bothering to check what it was. I hid in the closet with my cell phone but unlike any normal person I didn't call the cops I called John. John rushed over here but from the sound of it he didn't last very long. He seemed to only make it up stairs before being pushed down and breaking his neck. I quietly exited the closet and wandered the hallway with my back against the wall. I ended up in the kitchen where I pulled out the largest knife in the drawer. I walked to the bottom of the stairs where I found the doll and John laying there. I knelt down and tried to stab the doll but ended up getting John. The doll seemed to get u and disappear into the shadows of the corners of the house. It only took ten minutes for the doll to catch me not paying attention to my surrondings. We fought and fought for what seemed like forever. It was in that very moment that we established who stays an who goes. I ended up breaking the doll shattering it to tiny pieces.
The cops ended up coming and my parents later brought in. I was taken to the police station where I was later questioned for hours. I finally returned home with all the nieghbors watching me arrive and walk into that bloodshed of a home. The scary thing is it didn't happen like that, I killed them all. I planned it out but no one ever expects a poor innocent survivor like me to kill them. I got away with the perfect crime and no one will ever know that it was me. I guess all those scary movies ended up being of use to me.