The six fingered doll, QuailyCat [most difficult books to read .TXT] 📗
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Mary peered through the glass of her favourite shop, Tracy and Pods, in search of the one and only thing she wished to have for her sixth birthday the next day.
Where are all the dolls? Tracy and Pods always used to have dolls. They were so popular, I suppose that they are sold out. I still do wish they had dolls.
Mary thought wishfully.
As she turned back home, a simple, but pretty, doll in a shop window caught her eye. Mary rushed over to the shop window, and when she got a closer look at the doll she thought:
Oh! She is just perfect! Those long, curly, jet black, flowing ringlets are beautiful! And her pale, soft skin, hazel eyes, and rose red lips are gorgeous! Best of all, she has her hands in the shape of the number six! I'm turning six tommorow!
Mary ran into the shop, and was welcomed by a musty smell.
"Hello. What may I do for you?" a soft voice came from the corner of the store, and Mary spun around to face a crippled, wrinkly, bony, ancient woman.
"Oh, he, hello. I w, was wo, wondering i, if you cou, could maybe let me b, buy th, that doll?" Mary stuttered.
"Which doll?" The old lady asked.
"That one." Mary pointed to the doll by the window.
"What? That one? Oh, I am sorry. Where are my manners today? You can
have the doll, but you are sure you want that doll?" The lady questioned.
"Yes. I am certain." Mary replied, confused.
What's wrong about wanting that doll?
She thought.
"All right. If you definitly want the doll." The old woman gave in.
As Mary exited the store, she hugged her doll close.
"It's very chilly today. I bet you're as cold as me, aren't you, Alice?" Mary talked to her doll, and strangely, the doll seemed to smile an evil smile to herself.
Mary was fast asleep, dreaming of the presents that she would receive.
Alice, her doll, blinked. Yes, she did
blink. She was actually alive
!
However, she was definitly not alive for a good cause, but for death, and not her death, but anothers.
Alice crawled up on top of Mary, who was too fast asleep to notice. Alice bent down her head, her mouth wide open, and waited, and waited, and waited...
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The giant grandfather clock in the hallway outside Mary's bedroom chimed, letting Alice know that it was officially Mary's birthday.
Dong! Dong!
That was five chimes.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
Nine,
Dong! Dong!
Eleven, just one, more, second,
DONG!
As fast as lightning, Alice made a swift bite to Mary's neck, jumped off Mary, put her hand over where Mary's heart should be, and counted the pulse. Seventy bpm, the normal pulse rate, fifty bpm, thirty bpm, ten bpm, and then... zero.
Mary
was
dead.
Alice quickly gave a quick, high pitched, but very loud scream, crawled down from Mary's bed, and climbed out the bedroom window, back to the old, musty smelling, falling apart store where she had come from.
She sat back down on the windowsill where she had sat before Mary had bought her, and heard her scream answered by Mary's mother, who cried out:
"Mary! Oh, my darling, daughter! Who did this to you?"
So, Mary had died. This is a true story, from many, many years ago, but still, Alice the six fingered doll, is still on the run, returning every year to take her next victim. But, every year there is something different about her, she is growing more bloodthirsty and murderous every year, and she always, earns, an, extra, finger. The next year, a seven year old girl died, then an eight year old, then a nine year old, ten year old, and back to a poor, innocent, one year old.
Never, never, never, get a one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, or ten fingered doll, because it might just be Alice.
The main question is: Where is Alice, when will she strike next, and...
Are you her next victim?
Publication Date: 03-02-2012
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