Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, if something close to similar to actual episodes it's a complete coincidence. Also I do not own any rights to Supernatural just to Christina since she is my character. Please comment and Enjoy. And thanks to my friend Jeff for giving me the inspiration. Now I hope that you all won't get nightmares that this story might cause, and for that I'm sorry.
"I don't understand why you had to buy that thing," a young father asked his aging father who handed his young daughter a Raggedy Ann Doll knock off. "It's going to give her nightmares."
"It won't give her nightmares, Paul." The aging man said his sleek black and gray dusted hair was nearly combed back. "Besides, Ashlee needs to have a doll."
Paul Birch let out a strangled sigh. He never could understand why his father, was so doting on his daughter. "Ashlee honey, say thank you and goodbye to your grandfather."
The small six year old smiled and hugged her grandfather tightly around his middle. Her raven black hair cascaded down her puffy white ball gown she had just got for her sixth birthday earlier that day. "Thanks, papa." She said her high pitched childish tone rang like bells as she hugged her grandfather closer. "I so love my new dolly. Thank you so much!" She smiled. As she turned around to hold her new doll close to her chest. It's short black hair and black pebble eyes made Paul's stomach twist.
"What are you going to name her?" Paul's father asked his eyes filling with warmth at his granddaughter's love for the new toy.
The girl looked down at the doll and looked up her azure eyes brightening. "Sofia." Ashlee said and Paul's face paled.
"Why did you call her Sofia?" Paul asked gently tapping his daughter's shoulder.
"She looks like mom." Ashlee said her eyes sparkling with the innocence of a child. "Thanks papa, for Sofia." She smiled and looked down at her doll holding the doll at arm's length away and smiled down at the doll. "Come Sofia! We must get ready for bed now." She gently hugged her dad before skipping towards the stairs Sofia hanging by her arm watching Paul and Paul's father before disappearing behind the banister.
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Paul waved goodbye as his father's black Rolls Royce peeled out of the driveway and into the night. As he closed his large oak doors, he pulls the dead bolt into the slot and pulled on the doors to make sure the doors were securely closed. Paul gripped the top of his nose as he walked to his study and sat down at his long dark wood desk, picking up a picture of a beautiful woman with short black hair and dark eyes.
"Daddy?" Ashlee's voice made Paul jump in his chair as he looked at his daughter in her white nightgown and holding Sofia close to her chest. He blinked a few times trying to see clearly. He could swear the expression on the doll's face was different then what was there a couple of hours ago.
"Ashlee sweetie, why are you awake?" Paul pushed away from the desk and patted his knee causing his daughter to walk over and climb on his lap. Sofia never leaving her side. He looked down at the doll wishing he could toss it in the fireplace to send it to hell for whence it came.
"Sofia woke me up saying there was a monster in my room." Ashlee said rubbing her eyes.
"Sweetie, Sofia is a doll." Paul said glancing down at Sofia. Once again the doll had a different expression then before. The dark eyes seemed to have grown smaller with the look of a glare seemed to appear on her face. "She's just a doll."
"No," Ashlee said her eyes wide and filling up with tears. "Sofia's real. She's real daddy."
"Honey, why don't you go back to bed." Ashlee shook her head pulling Sofia closer to her chest. "Give me Sofia, and go to bed, now!" Paul never had raised his voice at his daughter in her six years of life and the sound felt strange to his throat. Ashlee began to whimper as Paul set her to the floor and carried Sofia away setting it on a very high mantle above the fireplace.
"Daddy, Sofia is not liking the heights." Ashlee screamed reaching for Sofia with her short arms. Paul watched as Sofia fell forward but stopped short of falling over. "See Daddy! Sofia's scared. She's going to fall and get hurt."
"Sofia is a fucking doll!" Paul screamed at Ashlee. Her large eyes filled up with tears as she ran up the stairs to her room. Leaving Paul to stand alone in his study his hands on his hips. He turned around, leaned down on his desk, hung his head low and began to shake his head. That was twice he raised his voice at his daughter and the first time using filthy language.
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Paul Birch lay in his large king sized bed alone rolling on his side. The left side of his bed still perfectly made and pressed. The pillows still fluffed and untouched. "I miss you, my sweet," he said to the empty place in his bed. He gently stroked the untouched pillows. "Goodnight." He closed his eyes and lay there in silence for a few seconds before he heard the soft creaking of his door. He lifted his head up thinking it was he daughter but he couldn't see anything. "Ashlee?" He asked putting his weight on his elbow trying to see in the near darkness.
A small shadow spread across his wall and he turned his head to see someone standing at the edge of his bed. It's long dark shadow had no defined shape, except for a large sharp knife that already was painted red with dripping blood. Paul let out a scream hoping his neighbors will hear his desperate please of help. But his screams were silenced with a quick slash of the knife.
