Here is a quick update before I go to school because I am so nice x)

Disclaimer: I do not own :L BUT I WILL SOMEDAY /shot/

Rin got out of her bed and tiptoed over to a large basket standing beside the wardrobe. Mum called it 'The Junk Basket' because Rin kept all the things she couldn't bear to throw away in it – her old toys and games, souvenirs from outings and holidays, diaries and letters, even her old exercise books.

She started rummaging, doing it quietly so Mum wouldn't hear. Rin knew exactly what she was looking for, and it didn't take long to find it.

Rin sat at the desk to examine the object of her search. It was a small cloth doll, one she remembered playing with when she'd been very young. It didn't have a name like most of the other dolls she'd hung on to, and it wasn't particularly special. It still wore the original blue dress it had come in, and it had an almost blank face, the eyes no more than black dots; a downward line and two smaller dots to suggest a nose and a short horizontal line for a mouth. But, more importantly, it had nylon hair that was just the right length and colour. The same length and colour as Lily's.

Rin held the doll in her hand. And almost before she knew what she was doing, she had opened the desk drawer and grabbed a fistful of felt-tip pens. She used a black one to give the doll eyebrows; pink to create a pair of pouting, rosebud lips. She fluffed out the blonde hair. Then she pulled up the dress and wrote LILY in bright, blood red, right across the dolls body.

Rin stared at the spiky letters on the white fabric. She told herself how silly it all was and laughed. But it was a nervous, uneasy laugh, because part of her felt that this wasn't a game and that it was a very strange thing to be doing.

Then she heard the same voice hissing in her ear, which she noticed was a male one. The words were hard to make out at first, but they soon grew louder, clearer and easier to understand.

"Find a pin and stick it in," the voice hissed, as if he was guiding her "find a pin and stick it in"

Rin felt compelled to do what he said. She looked in the drawer and saw a badge from an old birthday card. She picked it up, turned it over, bent the pin away from the metal circle till it stood out straight, like a tiny dagger.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, Rin thought she saw a movement beyond her bed, in the darkest corner of the room, and a flash of burning yellow in the blackness. She turned around, her heart fluttering and her throat tight. But there was nothing there, only the deep, thick, velvety shadows.

Her eyes were drawn to the flashing dots between the green numerals on the alarm clock. As she watched, the numbers changed from 11:59 p.m. to 12:00 a.m.

It's midnight, the time for magic, she thought, a part of her still detached, wondering why she was behaving so bizarrely. But the voice kept on.

"Stick it in, stick it in, stick it in." The shadows in the room seemed to gather round her, a grey mist surrounding her, and Rin felt her arms and legs trembling again.

"In, in, in..."

She jammed the pin into the doll's fabric stomach as hard as she could. To her horror, the doll seemed to squirm in her hand and she dropped it.

Then a flood of darkness filled her mind and she knew no more.

Light. Pale, weak, morning light seeping round the edges of the plain, yellow-coloured blind pulled down over the window. Rin's alarm clock had bleeped, but she lay stiffly in bed, unable to enjoy the cosy warmth beneath the duvet, those few, usually delicious moments before she had to get up for school. She felt tense and wondered if she'd had a bad dream.

Then she remembered. The Lily doll; the shadows in the corners of the room; the ominous grey mist that encircled her; the voice telling her to stick the pin in. Was all this meant to happen? With a shiver of renewed horror, Rin remembered the doll squirming in her hand as she'd done it. Or maybe she'd dreamed that. In fact, maybe the whole thing had been a nightmare after all. But then all her hopes got crushed once she glanced over at the desk.

The doll was lying where she must have dropped it the night before, on the desk beside the stereo, the pin of the badge buried deep in its stomach.

Rin got out of bed and stood staring at the doll. Her room was warm – the heating came on early at this time of year – but she was shivering even more now. She took a deep breath, yanked the badge free and threw it in the drawer, grabbed the doll and stuffed it into The Junk Basket and dumped the lid on top. Then she jumped back into bed and tried to stop herself shivering.

"Rin!" she heard Mum call from downstairs. "Your breakfast is ready!"

Rin relaxed a little and felt the remors begin to subside. The familiarity of Mum's voice anchored things, soothed her scared soul and drove the memories away. Voodoo dolls weren't part of the ordinary world where mums called daughters for breakfast, were they? Why had she got herself into such a state?

Thus, the madness begins x) Review and you get a chocolate chip cookie xD