[Information was taken from Creepypasta Case File #003205638092. The following document was taken from a letter that was sent to Creepypasta headquarters in 2001. Upon further research it was discovered that it was taken from a missing lady's diary named Martha that lived in Minnesota. It is believed that Bella the Ballerina has kidnapped the woman and her family, most likely using them for food.]

May 16, 2001

Tomorrow is my Darling Lucy's sixteenth birthday. Lucy has always been into antiques, so naturally, I shopped at the antique stores today, looking for the perfect birthday present.

Once you go to enough stores, you begin to notice a pattern. The stores are always run by old people who look like antiques themselves or are young people trying to sell stuff that their families had left for them in their wills.

I had already bought a few things that I knew Lucy would like, but I was wanting to give her something very special since it was her sweet sixteen.

It wasn't until I got to the very back of the store that I found what I was looking for.

Standing propped up at an angle in the corner was a five foot tall windup doll. She had vibrant red hair put up in a bun that had become dull with cobwebs and dust. Her skin was porcelain, her eyes closed and she had carefully and perfectly painted red eyebrows matching the color of her hair above them. She had red-as-a-rose cupid-bow-shaped lips that were slightly tilted up in a smile. Her arms were bent at a ninety degree angle at the elbow, her hands placed on top of each other at the middle of her waist. Her fingers were right next to each other, reminding me sort of a princess about to wave elegantly at her subjects. There were some cracks on her face, arms, and legs, but she still looked good and in working condition considering how old she must have been. She was also wearing a baby blue dress with gold embroidery on the chest, gold bell-sleeves, a gold ribbon around her waist, and gold lining on the end of the skirt which ended at about her knees. There were dark, almost maroon looking stains on her dress but I figured some kid must have spilt ketchup or some other type of drink on it. As a finishing touch, the doll had baby blue ballet slippers with gold lining on the cuffs and gold embroidery on the tips. Gold ribbons criss-crossed their way up her legs before being tied off in a bow at the top of her calf, just below her knees. Her feet were completely flat, so her toes pointed up at an angle since she was leaning back.

I knew instantly that my Lucy would love it. So, I went back to the front of the store where the clerk was who was an old geezer with a balding white head, tired blue eyes, a white mustache that covered his lips and beard which also covered most of his wrinkles, but not all of them.

"Find some'din ya like, Girly?" The old man asked without looking up from the magazine in his hands.

"Yes, actually. How much for the life-size wind up doll in the back?" I asked, motioning towards the doll out of habit though at first I didn't think he had caught me doing it.

The man looked up from the magazine and looked at me suspiciously. "What doll?"

"The red-haired ballerina in the blue and yellow dress." I replied, explaining it in a bit more detail, again gesturing towards the back where the doll was.

The old man's eyes widened, the tired, gazed look disappearing. It almost looked as if he was afraid.

"She's not for sale!" The man said loudly, throwing his magazine down on the counter.

"Then why is she out?" I replied, surprised that he wouldn't want to sell it, also keeping my cool.

"It must have been my daughter. She's always moving my things." The old man muttered, probably not meaning for me to hear the last part.

"I'll pay a hundred thousand for her." I said, opening up my purse and pulling out my checkbook.

The man's eyes widened. "You can't be serious."

"I'm a therapist for a lot of important people and make a lot of money. I could go higher if need be." I replied, flipping my checkbook open and clicking my pen.

The man glanced at the back of the store warily before sighing defeatedly. At first, I thought he was going to refuse me. "150."

I happily wrote down the number and signed it before tearing it off, handing the check to the man. "Does she come wrapped?"

"Add an extra hundred bucks and sure." He replied.

I wrote him another hundred dollar check and then handed it to him.

I thought that would be the end of it. But after we got the doll wrapped and placed in a box in the back of my van, the old man turned to me, his face serious.

"Promise me 'dat whatever ya' do, don't turn 'er on after midnight until four in 'da morning." The man said.

I almost asked why. I mean, he had looked so serious. Then I remembered that he was old, probably going senile. It happened a lot. So, I gave him a false reassuring smile. "I promise."

And with that, the man let me go.

I've thought of telling my husband about the old man's warning, to laugh about it, but he's sleeping now. Maybe I'll tell him in the morning after Lucy opens the gift.

May 17, 2001

Just as I had expected, Lucy loved the Ballerina.

While the old man and I had packaged her, we brushed off the dust and cobwebs, though there really wasn't much I could do about her dress. I also realized while he and I had been doing that that the Ballerina's hair was real and not just paint.

After unwrapping, squealing, and thanking me, Mark [my husband] and I helped the doll up upon Lucy's request. I turned the doll's key seven times, which was as many as it could go.

We all gasped in surprise when the doll's eyelid's flew open. Her irises were grey, looking as if they were supposed to be filled with something, though what, I don't know.

We were even more surprised when the doll began moving her mouth, revealing the fact that her chin, lips, and cheeks were not porcelain, but rubber that looked and felt almost exactly like human skin, though it matched the paint of her skin on the rest of her.

"Hi, my name is Bella the Ballerina and I love to dance!" Bella then tilted her head slightly to the side. We watched in wonder as she lifted up her left hand as if offering it up for a dance. "Will you dance with me?"

Lucy stepped up to Bella, placing her hand on top of the doll's. Bella moved her other hand so that it was near Lucy's waist though it wasn't quite touching her. Bella raised her leg, moving her ankle so that her toes were pointed, her gears clacking and whirring inside of her. Bella took a delicate step to the side, landing on the tip of her toes, Lucy stepping with her, before Bella lowered herself down so that she was back on standing flat on her feet.

"Now twirl." Bella commanded, raising her left hand a little higher. Lucy did just that, one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen on her face.

Bella then lowered her arms, going back to her rest position. Again, she tilted her head to the side, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them again and giving out a giggle. "You're such a great dancer."

Bella corrected her head stance, closing her eyes. Mark and I rushed to catch her before she could fall.

To say Lucy was grateful would be an understatement. She was overjoyed and I couldn't have been happier for her.

May 26, 2001

I'M SORRY, LORD! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

Oh, God, I still can't believe it actually happened. I can't believe the old man was right.

Lucy had friends over tonight, last night? I don't know. It was around midnight. It wasn't unusual for her to be up that late, so I didn't think anything of it. She is a teenager after all.

Anyways, I was at my computer, doing my job. Mark was at work. I remember hearing Lucy come up the stairs and lead her friends into the room next to my office which was where Lucy kept all of her antiques.

Instead of seven, Lucy told me later that she had been able to turn Bella's key thirteen times. At the moment, it didn't seem strange to her. Lucy also said that Bella acted normally at first. Two of her friends held Bella up as she opened her eyes. Bella's lips seemed to spread up into a slightly bigger smile.

"Hi, my name is Bella the Ballerina. I love to dance." Bella then raised her hand. "Will you dance with me?"

Lucy had placed her hand on top of Bella's. Lucy claims that all of a sudden Bella's fingers separated, grabbing a hold of Lucy's.

Lucy had cried out, feeling something pierce her skin. That was when I came running into the room to see what was happening.

When I entered the room, Lucy had pulled her free, tearing a huge gash in it. Bella raised her hand, which had a spike extending from the middle of her bloody palm, up to her lips, closing her eyes.

The girl that was helping hold Bella up let go of her, backing away with fear-filled eyes. Lucy was equally terrified as were her other friends, except for the guy that was also holding Bella up, looking at us and Bella with a confused and dazed expression. He was probably high.

"It has been so long since I have been awakened. I was beginning to worry it might never happen." Bella said, lowering her still mostly bloody porcelain hand, her eyes opening to reveal that they were now a glowing red.

"What the Heck?!" I swore in shock, causing Lucy and her friends to look over at me.

"Mom!" Lucy cried with fear at my outburst, running over to me. I wrapped one arm around her, shoving her behind me while keeping my eyes on the strange doll.

"You know, this isn't very funny, Lucy." The guy standing next to Bella said, one hand on her back below the key and the other on the doll's waist.

Bella turned her head so that she was looking at the guy. He stared back at her, his eyes clearing and becoming filled with fear. Bella's lips tilted up into a gruesome smile.

Bella turned to fully face the guy, her movements no longer mechanical and now more human-like, though she was still graceful. The guy let go of her and seemed to be about to run towards me and the rest of his friends when Bella grabbed him by the throat, pinning him against the wall. Blood seeped through Bella's fingers as her spike probably pierced the poor kid's throat. He stared blankly at Bella, whether because he was dead or just frozen by fear, I don't know. Bella leaned down, moving her hand so she could place her mouth over the wound.

I didn't stick around after that. I grabbed my daughter, told her other friends to follow me, and got the heck out of there.

I called the police once we were safe. By the time they got to the house, Bella was gone and the boy's body had disappeared as well.

Please, God, forgive me for not listening to that old Man's warning. Forgive me for not telling Lucy.

[Note: The handwriting from here changed.]

She was not forgiven and has now become my food along with her precious and stupid family.

I know you are probably still after me. Whether that old man was part of your silly little group, I don't know and I do not care.

You and your allies have managed to keep me away from my Master for a little more than a thousand years. But I will not stop until he and I are once again in each other's arms. If you get in my way I will kill you all.

This is your only warning.

From your favorite Ballerina,

Bella.