Everything I'm about to tell you is true. None of it is at all made up. Please remain calm during the reading of this story.
I received an E-mail from my friend in New York the other day. Where I was expecting pictures of a plush she just finished, I instead found a story that made me question her safety.
It read:
Dear Nolon,
Do you remember the Ashley plush I was making? The good news is, I finished it. The bad news is, I finished it. Ever since that thing was finished, weird things have been going on.
After I finished it, I placed it on my nightstand, knowing evil spirits fear her. Then I went to bed. When I woke up, t was gone. My door was still locked and everyone was still fast asleep. As I walked back into my room, I found my tablet was on my bed, Ashley's song playing fast forwarded. The unmistakable "I have granted kids to hell" and "I have raised above it" were louder then the other parts. It was then I realized my walk-in closet was open, and Ashley was sitting on the box containing my latest cosplay costume, Mona. I decided to give it to my friend who lived across town. He was happy to take care of it. Nothing weird happened again until he left for the weekend. The day after he left, I heard a knock at the door. As soon as I stepped outside, I got a nosebleed, which was bad because, as I told you, I'm anemic. I looked down to see the Ashley doll covered in my blood. A note beside read: "Why did you send me away?"
This startled me. It was like the doll wrote the note. I brought it inside and called my friend, who said that it was very unlikely that someone broke in. That's when the true weirdness began.
When we got back from thehospital (for my anemia), I went upstairs and turned on my mp3 player. Every song was Ashley's song. My history in YouTube was just Ashley's song. Every once in a while, I would hear a little girl singing along.
I couldn't stand it any longer. With any luck, it's on it's way to China and won't ever bug me again. I couldn't handle that type of mental stress again.
Your friend,
*her name here*
Three weeks after getting that e-mail, she was found hanging in her walk in closet, Ashley,s song blaring from speakers right next to her.
I fear by telling you all this, I might be next...
