The Story of the Cursed Doll
Tags: Kids, Halloween

The Story of the Cursed Doll

By Ashley

One dark, stormy Halloween night, Emma and Olivia were getting ready to attend a halloween party.

“Let’s go!” Yelled Olivia, Emma’s best friend.

“I’m coming!” Emma called.

“Emma, remember to stay safe, don’t go to streets that you don’t know, and stay away from strangers-”

“Mom… I’m 20!” Emma rolled her eyes.

Olivia and Emma hopped into the car and drove away.

“Are we there? It’s been an hour already!” Olivia groaned, her golden hair shining in the street lights.

Suddenly, the lights flickered off.

“Woah.” Emma mumbled.

“Where do we go now?” Asked Olivia, her blue eyes filled with worries.

“Let me see… I think we have to turn that way- no, this way…” Emma mumbled.

Olivia asked, “Are you sure? I’m so confused.”

“Umm...I think we are lost…” Emma’s voice was barely a whisper.

Above them, the rain was ready to splash.

Olivia searched her phone frantically.

“We have to call someone!” She turned on her phone and tried to call her parents.

“Oh no. No signal! What should we do?!” A wave of panic crashed over. Tears were streaming down Olivia’s freckled cheeks.

Emma took a deep breath and shook the panic out of her mind, “There is one more option. We have to go out and see if there is anyone we can ask for help. Take your phone!”

“But-it’s low battery! What about yours?”

“Let me check… oh no. I forgot it at home.”

“Oh great. Let’s hope that it wouldn’t be too dark.”

The girls went out of the car and wandered around. The trees beside the road bent down, as if they were whispering secrets to each other. No one was outside, it was pitch dark. The streets were abandoned, silent. There was no sound except the squeaking sound of mice echoing in the corner.The air smelt of mystery. Something rotten and nauseating was hidden in a graffiti-covered blue box. Beside the box,there was paint peeled off on an old, rusty wall, feeling sharper than knives. Drain pipes snaked down, digging into the earth. Shattered glass piled up high beside ancient buildings. The buildings seemed so fragile as if the brisky wind would blow them away. A few minutes later, Emma found an old, rusty iron door. She pulled open it with all her strength, and finally it creaked open. She poked her head inside, her dark brown hair swaying to one side.

“Olivia! Come here! Look! Someone might live here.” Emma’s emerald eyes were glistening in the dark.

Olivia rushed over.

“Are you sure? It might not be safe here. Also, this is an abandoned neighborhood with no lights inside, and I thought your mom said not to go to places that you don’t know.” Olivia said, full of doubt.

“But it’s our only way!” complained Emma.

“Fine…” Olivia rolled her eyes as they crept into the neighborhood.

They kept looking back, in case someone was stalking or following them.

“Ghosts and skeletons aren’t real, right?” Olivia whispered quietly.

“O-ofcourse not.” Emma replied, but she was clearly frightened.

Emma clutched Olivia’s hand and squeezed it tight. The thought that ghosts or skeletons are following them seemed ridiculous, but Emma couldn’t seem to push the thought out of her mind. She kept telling herself that they are going to be fine, but the truth lies in front of them: they are lost, wandering around in an empty neighborhood at night and might be stuck there forever.

As if there wasn’t enough bad luck for them, Olivia and Emma had wandered off so far that they couldn’t find the way back to their car. There was no one in the neighborhood and they soon gave up searching. Unfortunately, they were always walking around in circles, and couldn't seem to find the entrance where they got in. Sometimes Olivia and Emma would see figures of people and run desperately to them, but they always turn out to be logs and branches. Suddenly, Emma spotted something moving in the corner of her eye. It looked like… a massive doll. It could’ve looked more like a human if it had fingers; it’s straight yellow hair looked more like wool, rather than real hair. Emma blinked. That’s not true, right? Life-sized moving dolls don’t exist-at least they wouldn’t be moving in the middle of the night.

“Olivia…?” Emma mumbled.

“Yeah?” Olivia turned around.

“Look over there. Why would there be dolls in the middle of the night?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? I don’t see anything...”

Emma opened her mouth to speak, but then the doll turned over and looked at her using it’s beady button eyes, sewn on it’s pale fabric face.

“Run!” Emma whispered.

She dragged Olivia and scurried.

Behind them, the doll cackled.

The gale howled. Why had we got out of the car in the first place? Emma thought, heart in her mouth.

“What was all that dragging for?” Olivia panted.

Emma just shook her head and looked around. Why hasn’t Olivia heard the doll? The only way to explain this… is that it’s only an illusion. Emma scratched her head.

Then, Without warning, rain pounded down. Olivia and Emma frantically ran into a huge empty mansion.

“D-do you think it’s safe here…?” Olivia whispered.

They were soaking wet, standing in complete darkness.

“I don’t know..” Emma whispered back.

They stumbled in the darkness, blindly exploring the hollow mansion. Then, they heard something. Footsteps. It was coming closer and closer. Emma and Olivia froze. The footsteps were still coming closer! Could it be… Emma wondered. Suddenly, Olivia let out a scream that split the night sky in half. The terrifying scream echoed in the mansion. Emma was shaking. She ran to the door blindly as fast as she could, crashing into walls and tripping over something that felt like a chair. Too late. BANG. Click. The door was locked. But then, she spotted a bit of dim light coming from behind her. Olivia might be there, she told herself. With curiosity, Emma dared to look back and crept closer into the distance. Then she froze. There was a human-sized doll, staring at her using it’s button eyes sewn and it’s stitched up smile on its pale face. No, it’s not an illusion. It’s the same doll that I saw earlier. Emma realised in shock. Then it whispered, sounding like an innocent little girl.

“Looking for Olivia, are you?” she smiled creepily.“Well, here she is.”

behind her, another human-sized doll appeared. It was made of ceramic. It’s blue eyes shone, looking so vividly. and her golden hair was braided, just like she did today. She looked so realistic, but the way she walked was so stiff, not human like at all, thought Emma.

Finally, she murmured, “Olivia? Is that really you?”

The doll didn’t say anything. Then, it slowly turned it’s head to face Emma, with an evil grin on its freckled face. The doll walked towards her like a robot. Emma stumbled to the door and shook the door knob frantically. The two dolls crept closer and closer, then there was another ear-piercing scream.

There stood the third doll named Emma, with her glistening green eyes, her curly brown hair and an evil grin on her face.

*

A few years passed, Emma, Olivia and the Doll would wait for their next victim in the haunted mansion, but no one came. One night, the sky was pitch black, with nothing but darkness painted on it. Wind howled. In a heartbeat, rain poured down, just like the night 3 years before. Suddenly, the door creaked open. A girl, who was called Alice appeared at the entrance.

“Hello?” She asked, a little frightened by the darkness.

Then, she froze. In the dim moonlight, she saw something in the corner of the house.

A doll with an evil grin on its fabric face.

Alice screamed and tried to run out, but it was too late. The door slammed shut.

Cackles suddenly echoed in the empty mansion.

Frantically, Alice clutched something, a chair, perhaps. She swung it around, until she was unable to control herself. She spun around and around uncontrollably. Suddenly, a bit of dim light flickered on. In front of her, stood three dolls, one made of fabric, two made of ceramic. One of them was cackling, and the others were grinning evilly.

“Ha! You think holding a chair would save you?!” The doll in the middle-who was made of fabric-laughed.

Alice froze. I never knew that dolls can talk… I need to think of something to get out of here!

She pretended to be confident and stood straight; but in fact, she was trembling. She stared straight into the doll’s eyes. It’s cursed… She gasped. Her gaze slowly slipped away because staring into the doll’s eyes made her brain burn, but dizzy at the same time, as if she was hypnotized.

The doll teased, “Aww, are you about to cry? Soon, I will turn you in a doll too!”

Alice clenched her fists. Alice, focus! Her mind was screaming. She dug her nails in her palms until it hurt. The doll was giggling when Alice picked up a scissor on a table nearby, grabbed the yellow wool hair of the fabric doll and tried to cut the doll into pieces.

“Ow ow OW!” It cried.

“Stop kicking me!” Alice screamed.

“Ugh! You are pulling my hair!” The doll was trying to get the scissor off Alice’s hands while Alice was trying to tear the doll into pieces.

Snip.

Suddenly, the cry broke off. The doll was dead. The curse inside it’s eyes was gone. The eyes were as hollow as the empty mansion. It was cut into a million pieces, the cotton inside scattered everywhere.

You deserved it. Alice thought.

Suddenly, the door swung open. The two ceramic dolls turned into humans in a woosh.

“Olivia! We are back to ourselves!” The girl with brown, curly hair yelled.

The girl with blonde hair (Olivia) ignored her, and continued gaping, her mouth hanging open.

Alice just stared, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Finally, she said, “Umm… Shall we go? This place is creeping me out.”

Olivia and Emma both agreed, leaving the broken doll lying on the floor, still staring at them using it’s beady eyes.

The girls ran out of the door. They are going to tell the world about this place; about how Emma and Olivia disappeared the night 3 years ago, about the Cursed Doll.

The end