This is why I hate dolls.
Ok, I’m going to start off a way long time ago when I was little, like 3 or 2. (I’m 9 now) I loved to spend lots of time with my cousin Nate – I still love spending time with him.
This is where the real story begins. I went into Nate’s room ’cause I knew he’d be there. He was with his girlfriend and they were watching a movie. I thought it would be fun to watch with them.
Anyway, the movie went like this: There was a family who just moved into a house and the wife had a doll that she put on the night stand. Anyway, further into the movie, the husband looked into the window and a bad ghost slammed at the window.
Later that night, that same doll that the wife put on the night stand all of a sudden, the doll turned her head and I plugged my ears, closed my eyes and ran out of the room. I said “Mom, let’s go home!”
And that’s why I hate dolls!!