“Mom I’m home,” I called.
“How was school Amy?” my mother called.
“No different,” I sighed.
“Are those girls still bothering you?”
“No,” I lied, “They are totally leaving me alone.”
“Well thats good,” my mom answered. “ Do you have any homework?”
“Yeah I have some math, and science, also some…”
“Well, you better go upstairs and do it then,” my mom dismissed.
“Fine,” I said as I rolled my eyes. Sometimes parents could be so infuriating.
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As I walked into my room the first thing that I laid my eyes on was Isabelle. Isabelle was the doll I had got at a garage sale when I was younger. I know that I am older now, but I still can’t bring myself to get rid of her. I feel drawn to her, connected to her.
I sat down to do my homework and noticed for the first time ever that when I turned my back I could still feel the dolls big eyes staring into the back of my head. A little like she was alive somehow. I promptly stood up, walked over to her, and turned her head around.
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Isabelle's Song
HorrorAmy's mom has always knew there was something wrong with Isabelle from the day Amy got her. When weird things start happening, Amy's mom suspects that Isabelle has something to do with it.
