Hi I have never written a story for fun before. So please bear with me on this, it is mostly an experiment. If you want me to continue it just tell me. Uh, this is a story I made up so it's not technically fanfiction so... enjoy?
Oh and review please?
The last thing I saw was her looking at me softly singing,"Molly, I got you"
Let me introduce my self, my name is Molly, Molly Middleson. I'm 10 years old. And I'm going to tell you how I die.
It all started this morning, as I was walking down the aisle at a small antique shop down the street from my house. I look over, in the back corner. There was a doll alone in a flickering second reality, of course I didn't know what this meant at the time. All I saw was the perfect doll to have for my collection. I was five feet away when Clark the owner of the shop stepped in front of me.
"Excuse me" I asked politely.
"No, you don't want that doll. It is said that every owner of that doll has died within days of buying it."
"Are you sure you're not playing with me? It is getting close to Halloween."
"No! I wish it wasn't true." He said frantically.
I decided this is going no where, and I really want that doll. So I pushed him aside and gently lifted the doll off the shelf. She was a china doll, with blonde curls and a faded pink bow. She had bright blue eyes that looked as if they knew something you didn't. Her cheeks had a little bit of blush and she had blood red lips. She had on a faded pink dress that matched her bow, and a lace trim. White shoes with pink stars completed the outfit. The only problem was on one hand she had three fingers. Her first, middle and thumb. It seemed like she was made like that for she didn't have a single scratch, chip or smudge.
Thanks for reading.