Devilish Doll
One night, when my baby cousin, Izzy, was at my house, she took her doll to the washroom and left it by the bathroom door. When she got out of the bathroom, her doll was gone, so she asked everyone if they had taken it. We searched the house. When Izzy walked into the kitchen, her doll was sitting right there on the counter with a big happy smile. My family was freaked out as much as I was. The next morning the doll was on the floor with blood on its overalls. I woke up Izzy and told her what I had seen. We went into all the rooms to see where the blood came from. Then, we heard dripping sounds coming from the kitchen, so we went to go see what it was. It was my dog. He was hanging from the ceiling – dead! We gave that doll to a gothic lady who believed in ghosts, and we never heard from her again.