"It was a dream, only a dream", Sarah said as she woke up in panic.
But strangely, it seemed to flashback some memory. Her parents came rushing
into her room.
"What's the matter sweetie?", Her father asked.
"Nothing, I just had a bad dream, that my head exploded"
"Oh, wow that must have been scary"
"It was"
"Do you need anything?", Her dad asked.
"No I'm fine"
Her parents nodded and with that they left. But that familiar dream stayed in her mind. She rested her head on her pillow. And, it was, raining out, like in the dream. Just as hard, just as eerie. She closed her eyes and then heard a voice.
"Sarah. Sarah.It was you", The voice said.
Her eyes darted open. It was faint but she could still make it out. It kept repeating the same line. She thought it was her imagination. Until she looked around her almost pitch black room. There she saw her porcelain doll on her desk.It blinked. Then it said, "It was you".
She screamed her lungs out. Then grabbed the doll and threw it across the room. The way it landed showed a finger. Though the doll was shattered, its right hand was still fully in tact, pointing up its index finger showing '1'. The doll could not move, and its hands are always apart, not with a raised up finger. She screamed bloody murder and her parents came hurtling into the room again.
"My doll, it talked, and blinked, and it showed one finger.and.LOOK!", Sarah screamed.
But when she looked back, it was normal again, no finger.
"Get it out of here! And I'm sleeping with you!".
And with that she threw it out the window, making it shattered more. She looked out the window and the arm was still not shattered. Once again, showing '1'. Her parents were flabbergasted by her reaction and she charged out of the room. They thought she when too far, way too far.
"What's the matter sweetie?", Her father asked.
"Nothing, I just had a bad dream, that my head exploded"
"Oh, wow that must have been scary"
"It was"
"Do you need anything?", Her dad asked.
"No I'm fine"
Her parents nodded and with that they left. But that familiar dream stayed in her mind. She rested her head on her pillow. And, it was, raining out, like in the dream. Just as hard, just as eerie. She closed her eyes and then heard a voice.
"Sarah. Sarah.It was you", The voice said.
Her eyes darted open. It was faint but she could still make it out. It kept repeating the same line. She thought it was her imagination. Until she looked around her almost pitch black room. There she saw her porcelain doll on her desk.It blinked. Then it said, "It was you".
She screamed her lungs out. Then grabbed the doll and threw it across the room. The way it landed showed a finger. Though the doll was shattered, its right hand was still fully in tact, pointing up its index finger showing '1'. The doll could not move, and its hands are always apart, not with a raised up finger. She screamed bloody murder and her parents came hurtling into the room again.
"My doll, it talked, and blinked, and it showed one finger.and.LOOK!", Sarah screamed.
But when she looked back, it was normal again, no finger.
"Get it out of here! And I'm sleeping with you!".
And with that she threw it out the window, making it shattered more. She looked out the window and the arm was still not shattered. Once again, showing '1'. Her parents were flabbergasted by her reaction and she charged out of the room. They thought she when too far, way too far.