Chapter 1 : The Doll+Chapter 2 : Avery’s Comeback

I’ll tell you a story, just promise not to tell anyone else. I did have a doll named Charity once, and I mean ONCE. She never meant to hurt anyone, at least that’s what I thought. One morning my mom told me we were going to church. So I put on my prettiest dress and my nicest heels and went to church.

I was ecstatic, because my friend said they were going to come that day. When we got there, I noticed there was a donation box to donate free toys or other things to kids like me. I decided that I would look through it and see if there was anything I liked inside. I discovered a couple of pajamas, two dollars, and an (obviously) female doll. I was so excited by my finds!!\~

I decided it would be best to bring home the doll. However, when I took her home that night to play with her something weird happened. My doll vanished, and my homework with it! I was in disbelief at what had just occurred……

Chapter 2 : Avery’s Comeback

After I got home from school the next day, the house was totally destroyed! First of all, the couch was upside down. Next, my doll was missing an arm. *I wonder who found her?* And finally, my cat was dangling upside down on the Christmas tree. I flipped the couch back over after a couple of attempts, yanked the cat down from the tree and put her on the couch, and grabbed my doll, and tried to sleep.

At one point my doll fell, so I went to go grab her but stopped in my tracks when the doll started SPEAKING! Even though she was speaking a foreign language however I could hear her softly hiss,” Samanthaaa\~... I’m backkk\~...”After witnessing this, I immediately knew that Avery had come back to my town and was somehow possessing this doll. Soon, she was speaking random words that I had understood the meaning of, “eye, scream, siren, doll, danger, and the word twins.” The words “scream”, “danger”, and “twins” gave me a message that my sisters were in trouble. I suddenly picked up the doll, jumping and letting out a high-pitched squeak as I realized one of its eyes was missing. It gave me the heebie-jeebies just looking at it.

Then I understood what the words “scream” and “eye” meant. I put the doll back on the shelf, then laid back down hoping to get some rest.

I slept for about an hour, but woke up because the doll was staring straight at me! I went to sit up, but the doll's eyes followed my movements. ”That's so creepy...” I murmured. I guess the doll was offended because her smile quickly turned into a frown. The sweat running down my face turned to ice in the snap of a finger. When I say that I mean the doll snapped its fingers.

I guess it was a mistake naming my doll Charity!

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