When I was young I would rarely go into the basement because of one thing, the doll. I don't remember when the doll came into the house it may even be older than me but I remember the shivers down my skin that it would invoke,I felt like every time I looked away from the doll that it would look at me and every time that it was dark and I was alone and had to go back upstairs that the doll was running after me. The doll looked like it had brown hair that looked human. It was also very tall, almost adult human sized. Every single time I would ask my Mom “could you please get rid of it, it scares me” but she wouldn't allow it. It gave me countless nightmares upon nightmares until the day that my Mom had enough and put a cloth over it and my nightmares slowly drifted away. I always wonder where it came from, I thought it was passed on from my great grandparents,but it turned out that my grandmother just bought the doll which was very disappointing because of all of the fear it invoked in me and then comes the day I seen its face again it shocked me to my very core so I told my Mom to not show me it’s face any more but for this project I had to take a picture of it so I will have to see it again.

– KH.

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