Once there was a girl, aged 9, her name was Ana Lisa Garner, she was a terrible child. One day her and her father went to a yard sale with her. She saw a small cat doll, in mid condition like it had been bought recently, with a crooked smile rusted on its face. "Daddy! I want this!" She yelled, running and picking the small doll up by the ear, "Ana, you can't-" "But father I want it! Please!" Her father sighed and pulled out his wallet. "How much for the doll?" He asked the care taker. The woman beside the caretaker said "Please, take care of my Haka." Ana just rolled her eyes.

Later back at their house Ana played with the doll. She tore the button eyes out of it, stabbed pins through its ears, stabbed spikes through its collar, and tied a rusty arrowhead made of steel on its tail. After hours of crashing the doll into things and ripping at its threads, she shoved it under her bed and fell asleep. Later that night, the doll awoke, it angered by her rough housing. It emerged from under her bed, and sat on her, watching her every breath, the smile rusted on it's face more menacing than ever. The doll prodded her with its rusted arrow head. "ItS tImE fOr A lItTlE gAmE!" it croaked in a rusted voice. It quickly grabbed a pin out of its ear and jabbed her in the eye. She screamed, but no one heard. "HoLd On It'Ll OnLy TaKe A sEcOnD tO kIlL yOu." it screeched. It lunged for her head, grabbing on to the top of it and stabbing the arrowhead through to pierce the skull. Blood quickly poured out of the wound and she had lost so much blood she was left unconscious. The doll grabbed a lit candle and set her Blood on fire with it. The next morning her father came to check up on her. He stood in awe staring at her body, and looking at the doll in the corner, covered with blood and the smile still stayed. The father quickly rushed her to the hospital, she lived for 2 more hours, in a coma but then slowly and painfully died.