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Child's Plaything (standard:horror, 3030 words)
Author: Rene AmadorAdded: Jul 07 2003Views/Reads: 3601/2301Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It was very pretty, but I didn't like how it looked at me. So cold...
 



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cereal and watch t.v., but we don't have the t.v. anymore.  I wanted to 
play with the dolly instead.  I put my cereal on the table and I went 
to the dolly. 

There she was standing and looking pretty.  The old man gave me dresses
for the dolly.  He gave me a yellow one and a blue one and a green one. 
 I put the green one on her and she looked beautiful.  Then I was cold. 
 I don't know.  It was warm outside but now I was cold.  First my hands 
were cold.  Then my arms were cold.  Then I was cold all over.  I felt 
like winter and I didn't have my coat on.  The dolly was in my hand and 
my hands were all shaky.  The dolly fell onto the floor and then really 
slowly I got warm again.  I looked at the dolly on the floor and she 
wasn't pretty anymore. 

I didn't want to pick her up again so I went to the kitchen and I got
the holders from the cupboard.  I didn't want to get cold again.  That 
was scary.  I picked her up and I put her on the shelf where the t.v. 
used to be.  She stood there in her green dress and I didn't like her.  
I looked at hair and it was on her face so I pushed her hair away.  Her 
eyes were blue but now with her green dress on her eyes were green now. 
I got cold again. 

Mommy came home later when I was doing my homework.  She was very tired
and she sat down on the couch in the front room.  She looked really 
angry too.  I was tired and I went to bed.  I had to brush my teeth 
first or Mommy was going to yell at me again.  When I came to the front 
room again, Mommy was asleep.  I took the blanket from the chair and I 
put it on her so she didn't get cold.  I went to bed, too. 

My dream was very scary.  It wasn't like the other times.  Before it was
like I was watching t.v. and I could see and hear everything that was 
going on, but this time it was like I was in the movie and it was 
weird.  The dolly was in my dream and she wasn't small.  She was very 
big and she was one of the nice ladies in the store.  She didn't tell 
me to have a nice day.  She didn't smile or look happy.  She wasn't 
nice, either.  She looked at me and didn't move away.  I saw her eyes 
and they were cold, like there was nothing in them.  She talked to me. 

“Stacey, don't you like me?” 

“No, I don't.” 

“Why not?  I like you.” 

“I don't know, I just don't like you.” 

“Please, Stacey, stay with me.  I'll hold you.  Just stay with me.” 

“No!  I don't want to stay with you!” 

She put out her arms and they were very long and white and cold.  Her
hands and fingers were very long but her nails were very long.  Her 
nails were red.  They were very sharp like the knife I use to cut hot 
dogs.  She was coming closer and closer to me and I didn't want her to 
come to me but she kept coming and coming.  Then I woke up and I cried 
because I was so scared.  On my bed the dolly was there. 

I didn't take the dolly off of the shelf.  I know I didn't.  I put it on
the shelf after I played with it.  Maybe Mommy put the doll on the bed 
because she thought I wanted it.  I don't know, but I know that I don't 
like the dolly. 

I got up in the morning and I went to school.  I was very tired because
I didn't want to go to sleep again so I did my homework and read my 
books.  I didn't want to wake up Mommy so I put the dolly in the front 
room on the shelf very quiet.  My friends all thought that I was sick 
and it would be better if I go home.  I didn't want to go home.  Miss 
Lenmark saw I was tired and she talked to me. 

“Stacey, are you alright, honey?  You look sick.” 

“No, I'm o.k.  I didn't sleep good because I had a bad dream.” 

“Well, we all have bad dreams sometimes.  Don't worry.  It will get
better.” 

“I don't know.” 

“It will.  I promise.” 

Now it was lunchtime.  We all went to the lunchroom and ate our food.  I
finished and then I was really sleepy.  I put my head down and I went 
to sleep right away.  I had another dream.  Now it was at school.  I 
was in my classroom and the dolly was there again, but now she was the 
teacher.  She had on a blouse and a skirt and black shoes.  She had 
glasses on. 

“Stacey, you have to stay here at school with me.  You have been very
bad today.” 

“No, I wasn't.” 

“Yes you were, Stacey.  You have to stay here with me.” 

I looked at her hands and her nails were long again.  She put her hand
in front of the chalkboard and put her nails on it.  I didn't want to 
hear that.  Miss Lenmark did that one time by accident and it made that 
sound.  That sound made me jump up and I bit down with my teeth very 
hard.  The dolly was going to make that sound and then she did.  When 
she did it, it was louder than Miss Lenmark.  She moved her nails on 
the blackboard all the way down to the bottom where you put the chalk.  
Then she stopped and she had her stick to point on the board.  She 
pointed the stick to me and the stick got longer and longer.  I saw the 
end and it wasn't soft.  Now it was hard and sharp like a pin and it 
was coming to me.  The stick grew longer and longer and then it was to 
my face.  Then I woke up and I screamed really loud. 

Everyone stopped and they looked at me.  I screamed and screamed and
they looked.  I stopped.  I looked at them and they were looking at me 
funny like I did something bad.  I got up and I ran out of the 
lunchroom and into the bathroom.  I went to the toilet and I closed the 
door and I sat down.  I was so scared and I cried.  Then I heard the 
door open and Miss Lenmark came into the bathroom. 

“What's wrong, Stacey?” 

“It was another bad dream.  I went to eat and I finished and I put my
head down and I fell asleep and I, and, and I...” 

“It's alright, Stacey.  It's alright.” 

She sat down on the floor with me and she hugged me.  She was so nice
and I liked when she hugged me.  I really did think it was all better.  
I stopped crying and we went out of the bathroom. 

“Stacey, I think you should go home.  You should rest up and then you'll
feel better.  I'll go call your Mommy and then she can take you home 
and take care of you.  Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

Mommy came to school to get me and she was angry.  She was working and
had to leave to come get me.  I sat down in the office and Mommy and 
Miss Lenmark talked in the next room.  They thought that I couldn't 
hear. 

“Miss Simons, I'm Miss Lenmark.  Stacey was...” 

“What did she do that I had to leave work?  This better be good.” 

“Well, Miss Simons, Stacey had quite a scare today.  She ran out of the
cafeteria crying and into the bathroom.  I followed her and she was 
sitting on the floor in one of the stalls.  She looked liked like she 
had seen a ghost.” 

“Is that it?” 

“Yes, but I'm worried about her.  This isn't like her.  I think that she
should go home and get some rest.  I also think that if she was excused 
from school tomorrow it would do a great deal of help.” 

“Well, that's great.  I have to get off of work tomorrow because it's
next to impossible to get a babysitter at such short notice, especially 
for the whole day.” 

“Miss Simons, I don't think that money is what...” 

“Look, she's my daughter, not yours!” 

“Please, Miss Simons, keep your voice...” 

“No I will not!  I'll just leave since I'm making a scene.  I wouldn't
want to embarrass you any further.” 

Mommy came out of the office really fast and she took my hand.  When she
did she was holding really hard and it hurt my hand.  Now we went home. 


“What is all this about, Stacey?  And don't lie to me because I'll know.
C'mon, spit it out.” 

“I had a bad dream last night and then today too.” 

“A bad dream?  A bad dream?!?  Is that what this is all about?  This is
why I have to stay home from work?  Well, if I don't go to work 
tomorrow I can just forget about working there.” 

“I'm sorry, Mommy.” 

“You're just going to have to stay at home by yourself tomorrow.” 

“O.K.”  I don't like it when Mommy yells at me.  That's when I don't
like her at all. 

I went to bed when we went home and I slept until the morning when Mommy
left to go to work.  I didn't have the dream.  I was hungry.  I went to 
the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal.  I got the milk and I heard 
something.  I think someone was talking really quiet.  They whispered 
something.  They whispered my name. 

“...Stacey...Stacey...stay, Stacey...” 

No one was home.  It wasn't the t.v. because we didn't have a t.v..  The
radio didn't work; it was broken.  The sound came from inside, 
somewhere. 

“...Stacey...stay here, Stacey...” 

I went into the front room and it sounded louder.  I think that someone
was in the front room. 

“Who's there?” 

“It's me, over here, Stacey...stay with me, Stacey...” 

I saw the dolly on the shelf next to where the t.v. was.  She had the
red dress on again.  She had the green dress on before.  I didn't put 
the red dress on her.  I know I didn't. 

“What do you want?” 

“I want you to stay here with me, Stacey.  Don't you want to stay?” 

“NO!  I DON'T WANT TO!” 

I ran to my room and I closed the door.  When I don't Mommy to come in
the room I put the chair in front of the door.  I went onto the bed and 
I sat down.  I sat real close with my head on my knees.  I didn't the 
dolly near me.  Then I heard the whispers again. 

“Stacey...I want you to stay, Stacey...” 

“NO!” 

“Please, Stacey...please...stay...Stacey...please...” 

The dolly was on the table in the room.  I screamed really loud and I
took the chair from the door and went to the front room again.  The 
dolly was on the shelf again next to where the t.v. was.  I didn't want 
the dolly in my house anymore so I picked her up.  I was very mad now. 

When I picked her up, I started to feel cold.  I don't know.  I was very
mad and I felt warm but the dolly in my hand made me feel cold.  It 
started in my fingers and then it went to my hands.  I couldn't put the 
dolly in the garbage because she would come back again and I didn't 
want her to come back ever again.  Now my arm was cold. 

I went to the kitchen and I opened the drawer.  There was a knife and a
big hammer.  I cut myself the last time with the knife when I wanted an 
apple so I took the hammer.  I put the dolly on the floor and I held 
her so she wouldn't get away.  Now my other arm was cold and my hand 
was shaking.  It was very hard to hold her on the floor.  I didn't want 
to hit my hand on accident. 

I took the hammer up and I hit the dolly on the head very hard.  I hit
her on the head and when I did there was a sound.  It was like when I 
open a can of soda and there is that sound that comes out.  It was just 
like that.  One time and the head was broken but I wanted to hit it 
more.  I was hitting the dolly over and over and over.  I hit her head 
and her arms and her legs and her stomach.  I was hitting her all over 
her body.  I wanted to. 

I was making a lot of noise and then the door opened.  Mommy came into
the house and she saw me on the kitchen floor with the dolly in one 
hand and the hammer in my other hand. 

“Stacey, what do you think you are doing?  I bought that doll because I
thought you wanted it and now I find you smashing it!  It's a good 
thing I had to come back for my purse.  Tell me why you are doing this 
right now!” 

I looked at Mommy and I didn't know what to say.  I wanted to tell her
what happened but I know that she would think I was lying. 

“I don't know, Mommy,” I said. 

“I thought you liked the doll.” 

“I did, Mommy, but not anymore.” 


   


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