Author's Note: The grammar mistakes in this story were intentional, because the characters don't use correct English.

STORY NUMBER TWO: THE DOLL

Bob Morris and his friends, Joe and Rick, were all around the age of twenty-one. None of them went to college, and they all lived together in their apartment. Being huge fans of horror movies, they watched them together every Saturday. Nightmare On Elm Street, The Ring, and Child's Play.

Child's Play gave them the most laughs. Chucky was some of the best comedy they'd seen. They were just watching CP2 when Chucky threw Phil down the stairs and said, "How's it hangin', Phil?" The three rolled around the floor, laughing hysterically.

A few hours later, they would be doing anything but laughing.

After drinking heavily, Rick tossed his bottle at the wall, even though it was still half full. Glass shattered as beer poured onto the floor.

"Hey, you remember when we told those kids yesterday about that house bein' haunted?"

"You mean the Ray's house?" Joe asked.

"Who gives a crap what it was called? Did you see the look on their faces when we took one of the kids and hoisted 'im over the fence into the yard?"

"Oh, yeah!" Bob remembered. "Then we trapped him inside. He was screaming so loud, I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard him."

"He really believed that house was haunted. Haunted, ha!"Rick scoffed. "Hey, why don't we set up a even bigger prank there tonight?"

"Whatcha mean?" Joe questioned, curiously. He loved scaring kids with sick pranks.

"Well, why not have Bob climb up to the attic and pour that fake blood all over him. Then Joe takes some kid inside and he sees Bob," Rick explained. "Kid screams, then I come out of the closet with a bloody knife."

"Oh, yeah, that'll be rich, seeing the kid's face! I'm in!" Bob exclaimed.

"Me, too!" Joe shouted.

"Then let's go."

A while later, the men were climbing the stairs to the top of the Ray's house when they found a long hallway leading to the door. All lined up along one wall were dolls. Dolls of all kinds, some looking neat, but there was one that looked really messed up. A scar running down his face, one of his eyes nearly destroyed, exposing raw brain and rotting flesh, and more stab wounds than you could count.

"Hey, doesn't that doll kinda look like Chucky?" Joe asked, pointing to the doll.

"Hey, yeah, kinda does. Maybe we can use him for our prank!" Bob said.

"Genius!" Rick exclaimed.

Joe grabbed the doll and proceeded the walk down the hallway.

"Hey!" Bob screamed, suddenly. "That doll just winked at me!"

"Yeah, right," Rick said, sarcastically.

"Your joke's not gonna work. We're the kings," Joe told him.

"That wasn't a joke," Bob muttered..

The three continued down the hallway until they reached a door.

"Crap, this stupid door's stuck," Rick said.

"Which is just perfect!" a voice shouted.

"Who's that?" Joe asked.

"Hey!" the voice said, calling Joe a certain obscene name, "down here!"

Joe looked down at the doll, and, horrified, he realized the doll was alive!

Without saying a word, Chucky pulled a knife from his pocket and attempted to stab Joe. Joe threw the doll to the ground and ran, along with his other mortified friends.

"Get back here!" Chucky yelled, cursing the men.

They all pounded on the door. Slamming their bodies into it, they caused it to collapse.

Hearing pursuing footsteps behind them, the men ran down another flight of stairs and fled the house.

None of them spoke of this incident again. And you can bet none of them ever watched Chucky movies after this, either.

Is it possible that Chucky isn't just a horror-movie character? Some of you may believe this story is a lie.

Others may believe the tale is true. And if that's the case...

TURN AROUND! CHUCKY'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

Gotcha.