"It's pretty, there is just something about it," said Christie, Sasha's best friend.
"Shhhh she'll here you. Plus she's trying to be nice. She feels bad because it's the anniversary of mom." Sasha's mom had died when she was little, but Sasha didn't remember her; she was too young. Her stepmother, Claudia, was a new addition to the family. She tried, but it was so strange having another person in the house.
Christie looked at the doll "I've got it, it's the teeth!"
Sasha picked the doll up and looked at the mouth. Sure enough, there were four little teeth between the top and bottom lip. "Are they kinda pointy? Or is it just my imagination?"
Christie looked. "It's just your imagination. Maybe it's the eyes. They're kinda filmy? We can wipe them off, I'm sure she'll be fine. Either way it's a pretty doll."
Sasha put the doll back on the bed. "Let's go see what the gang is doing." She looked back at the doll as she closed the bedroom door. The doll stared back at her smiling.
Sasha and Christie opened the door and turned on the light. The doll sat there on the bed, looking at them with glass eyes. "Let's get started on homework. Ugh, English. Mr. Jowell give the worst homework ever! Hand me the book will you?"
As Christie handed over the book she glanced up. "What are you going to name it?"
"What?"
"The doll? What are you going to name it?"
"I'm 17 years old. I don't need to name the doll."
"How about Christie? I think that's a perfect name for - ow!"
"How about pillow?" Sasha laughed as she hit her friend with the pillow. "Now let's study!"
It was much later after Christie left when Sasha decided to take another look at the doll.
"You're too creepy to be called Christie. How about Agatha? That's creepy worthy. " Sasha sighed and put the doll down. "She means well" she said as she closed the door behind her.
It was late when Sasha returned home. As she was getting ready for bed she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her.
It was late when Sasha returned home. As she was getting ready for bed she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her.
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It was the middle of the night. Sasha had awakened suddenly. She couldn't see anything but blackness. She noticed her arm hurt slightly, but not enough to rouse her fully. "I'll worry about that when I get up," she thought.
Sasha opened her eyes and looked around. She was in the middle of the bed. She couldn't move. She felt the panic start to ride up in her chest, but she couldn't make a sound. Her mouth would not open. She was fozen in place. All she could do was sit on the bed and watch as the doll like girl in her room wore her clothes and closed the bedroom door as she took her place.
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