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Essay On Baby Dolls

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The house at the end of the street, so tall and mysterious. Roofs warping inwards, shingles falling like snow in the winter, windows peeling like an old sticker, and a yard that can sustain a whole ecosystem. Three years ago to this day women as white as the snow dressed in a plaid pink pantsuit moved in. All she had was her trunk the size of a tractor. She carried her trunk with ease opening it a little more every step until it sprung open. Hundreds of baby dolls come out, she looks at each of them and proceeds to walk to her new house I thought the madness stopped but the baby dolls stood up to walk alongside her. Before long I never saw her again. Months have passed, and she hasn 't left her house once. Occasionally you will the …show more content…

Until the only sound filling the room is a heartbeat banging its way into my soul like a hammer hammering a nail. A flash of light blinds me. “Hello, Margaret’’ a demon like voice whispered. “Who are you and how do you know my name? worry, terror, and anxiety filled my lungs. “You don 't know who I am.” a chuckle escapes. Well, you best need to find out.” A sharp pain shoots me in the stomach and knocks the wind right out of me. A flashback occurs. November 13, 1987. Two girls playing with their baby dolls sit there in the middle of the playground. “Hey do you want to play something else ?” a high-pitched five-year-old girl says to the other. “Sure.” replied the other girl. They both stand up and run to the slide, leaving the dolls behind. Thirty minutes pass and the girls go home, leaving the dolls behind. The next day one of the girls comes back for her doll leaving the other one behind. Both of the girls moved and never saw that playground or the doll again. A light shines on the demonic figure, and all that was seen is the doll left on that chilly November afternoon. The decayed piece of plastic that once was loved laying on the ground lifeless. “Bitty?” I say on the verge of crying from fright. The demon steps out of the shadows. “well, not quite.” a swift wind brush on my face and some force choke me. “Much like you, I’ve grown.” it says reassuringly “but I 'm just a little bit stronger” the demonic voice screams as the force choking me gets

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