• Since I am bored, I thought I'd give this a spin...
    I apologize, since it may get boring :3

    In the deep cold forest, of a country far, far away, lived Marry and her sister Jane. Marry and Jane we're very close. They used to go out in their garden and play with the little dolls and toys they had owned. Unfortunately, on one cold November evening, as Marry, Jane and her mother went to harvest what was left in their garden, they heard a terrifying scream. As they got closer to where they heard it, they found that Mr. Andrews, the husband of Marry and Jane's Mother, had been murdered.

    Mrs. Andrews did not work, and she doesn't have the qualifications to work. So she was forced to send Jane away to study abroad. The last words and the worst words that Marry had heard her sister say last sounded terrifying, but she couldn't quite make up what she had said. For, the train drove off too soon. Marry, was left all alone, her mother was no fun to be with, as all she could do was worry and all she could think of was, how to get money to feed her... So Marry, without a doubt, carried on her life as painful as it was. She had changed. She doesn't play anymore, she doesn't have fun anymore... She was starting to act like her mother...

    As the months passed, on one cold November, Marry got home from school and completed her homework and took a bath and did all the things a normal 12 year old girl would do. Except for one unexpected thing, no one was home. It didn't bother her since she thought her mother might have been out grocery shopping or what not. But it got late and she got worried. She started to fall asleep, but she woke up in a shock. Still, no one was home, and no one was in sight. 'What am I worrying about? It's all gonna turn out like a dream! Just a typical nightmare... ' she thought, as she walked into her toilet. She washed her face, but even the cold running water couldn't have woke her up.

    Marry stepped behind with a frown on her face, she began to realize this was no dream at all... As she took a step back, she tripped over one of her old and favorite dolls she used to play with Jane. She picked it up, and thought, 'I am just a chile after all, I don't think much harm will be done with playing with a doll'.

    Suddenly, the house phone rang. As she picked it up, her heart was filled with relieve when she heard her mother's voice. " Marry, I'll be coming home late, I've got to help a friend out. Can you unload the groceries I left on the kitchen table? " she said. Marry obeyed her orders as usual and got to work. She knew everything was fine now, so she held her head up high and walked down the stairs as if she was the bravest little girl in the world. She went into the kitchen only to find out that her doll, followed her. " Hel-lo? I don't remember putting you down... here? " she said.

    Her face turned pale out of the confusion, she ran back up stairs and locked herself in the room. She begged to her self to sleep. " Sleep, please sleep! Please sleep! " she said to herself as she covered her whole body from head to toe with a blanket. She peeked out of her blanket, and saw the mysterious doll right in front of her face. With scream of horror, she jumped out of bed. " Why wont you play with me miss? " said the doll. Marry, as expected, was speechless. How can a lifeless doll be able to say its own words? She ran from home in fright and came across her father's grave. There she lay down on the grass and cried. On the ground she found, a blond swirly lump of hair? It all came back to her, and a flashback occurred. After her father's death, when they found his remains, she saw her same doll, with the tiniest smudge of blood stains.

    It was all clear to her. She ran back to her home and swore to the doll she seeks vengeance and all she wants now, is revenge. She began tearing the doll to pieces and burning her to ashes. She threw the ashes away into a lake and she fell asleep on her bed afterwards. As she woke up, her mother heard a scream. " NO! " Marry screamed! Her mother rushed back up to see what had happened. But, it was too late, all that was left of her was a bloody doll in her hand. Marry had been tortured to death in a split second, the doll did what Marry did to it. She was burnt, but not enough to be burnt to ashes, here body got torn to pieces.






    THE END?