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A little girl, named Penny Warren, was given a small doll by her parents. The doll was a gift from an ancient great aunt who had now passed on. Penny was instantly unnnerved by the doll, which had nasty little black eyes that seemed to follow her around the room and a sinister grin on her face. Nevertheless, Penny had to accept the doll, as she was well brought up and didn`t want to upset her parents by refusing to take it. Her parents told her that the doll`s name was Arabella, which made Penny even more afraid of it; it seemed to make it more human. Even so, it was just a doll, barely reaching above her knee, so to put her mind at rest, she hid Arabella into the little cupboard under the stairs, under some boxes where her parents wouldn`t see her. It wasn`t until a few nights later, when Penny was lying in bed, that she heard a noise...a shuffling sound that went on for about five minutes. Then, a brief dragging noise and finally, a scuttling like light footsteps running very fast. Penny was paralyzed with fear, her knuckles turning white from clutching her blanket. Then, she heard a voice - soft and eerily childlike - quiet enough not to wake her parents. Penny always slept with the door open and the lamp in the hall on, as she was still a little scared of the dark. Therefore, she could hear more through her open door. Penny heard the voice say "Penny, I`m on the first step"...And then a loud scrabbling again, as whatever was speakingapparently turned tail and returned to wherever it had come from. The little girl didn`t sleep a wink that night, but laid in fear until the break of dawn when her mother got her up for school and when she tried to explain what had happened, her parents passed it off as "just a dream". The next night, Penny fought against sleep, but eventually drifted off, only to be woken again by the sinister voice: "Penny, I`m on the fifth step" Penny was crying by now, and again, she didn`t sleep that night. The next night, Penny decided to shut her bedroom door and reluctantly slept without the light on. Just as she was about to doze, Penny heard the noise, and then the voice: "Penny, I`m on the top step..." Penny knew that her door was closed, but she was still terribly afraid. Her heart pounding, she slowly go up to investigate; she screamed. Penny`s parents found her body at the bottom of the stairs. They guessed she was on her way to the bathroom without switching on the hall light and had fallen down the stairs, breaking her neck. Arabella, the favorite family doll, was found beside her body - smiling.
A woman had a four-year-old daughter named Jaime who you would not exactly call...normal. Jaime`s classmates teased her for that. One day, Jaime came home crying, so the woman decided to buy her daughter a gift. She drove down to the dollar store, and looked around. She found a doll with four fingers, and she knew that Jaime would love it. She went to the cash register to pay for it. "Sorry, ma`am, but I can`t sell you this doll," the cashier said. "Oh, please, my daughter will love it!" "Nope, sorry." "What if I pay you ten dollars?" the lady asked. "No." "One hundred dollars?" "Sorry." "A million?" "Well, okay. But you have to promise me one thing." "What?" she asked. "Don`t leave your daughter alone with the doll at night." "Okay," the woman agreed, not planning to actually listen--what would be so bad about leaving her daughter alone with a doll? That night, the woman tucked Jaime into bed, and left the doll with four fingers on the dresser on the other side of the room. She left the room and turned off the light. Suddenly, Jaime heard a small voice from across the room singing, "Jaime, I`m taking one step!" Then she heard a thump on the floor. "Jaime, I`m taking a second step!" the voice sang, again. "Jaime, I`m taking a third step! Jaime, I`m climbing," the voice sang, sounding a lot closer to her, and Jaime heard some scratching on wood. "Jaime, I`m going to kill you." The next morning, the woman went into Jaime`s room to find her daughter dead with the four fingered doll sitting on the bed with a knife in her hand.
When Mary was six, Aunt Martha came to her house, after spending two years in Africa. She had done some well-known researches on voodoo magic and evil paranormal influences in the lives of people. She had even won an award or two for her efforts. She was on a two-month long vacation, after finishing her thesis. Even before she came, Marys mother and father used to discuss the strange subject she had chosen to research and Mary got rather afraid of things they used to say about her.
Mary`s father said that Aunt Martha was strange, even as a child, and used to scream through nights and throw her books and playthings around, for no apparent reason. Next day, Mary`s grandmother used to make her pick up her things and she always insisted that she was not the one to throw things and always blamed it all on her doll. When she was around 10, Aunt Martha suddenly declared that she wanted to go and study in a boarding school. Mary`s grandmother agreed to send her to a boarding school.
Just before she was leaving for the school, Martha said to Mary`s grandmother, Mom, I know you never believed me. But I never did anything wrong. It was my doll. I have thrown her in the river now, but I am still afraid that she will seek vengeance on me for the act. So, I am leaving. If something happens to me, please believe me for once. Then, she went off for school and since then, she always found excuses to avoid coming back to the place. Mary`s family still lived in the grandmothers house and nothing had ever happened to them.
When Aunt Martha came, Mary was reluctant to talk to her, but she soon found out that her aunt was very sweet and nice. She brought many presents for Mary and looked quite sane. Then, one night, Mary brought out the topic of the scary doll and Aunt Martha suddenly grew pale. She told Mary that she still maintains that it was not she who threw the things, but it was her evil doll. She had tried to lock it in the cabinet, throw it in the dustbin, cut it to pieces and even burn it, but it always managed to somehow come back on her dresser, with an evil grin on her face, challenging Martha to get rid of it.
Aunt Martha also said that it was the doll that used to throw things and even scream in her voice, while she used to hide herself in the blanket and sob silently, until someone came in to lash at her. Mary listened to her with a skeptics heart. Aunt Marthas room was now being used as the family room and at the place, where her dresser was kept, was now the fireplace. Aunt Martha was still thinking about her previous days and Mary was trying to decide whether to believe her or not
Suddenly, Mary heard a loud piercing scream. She naturally looked at Aunt Martha, who was dead white, her lips pursed tightly together and two tears about to roll from the corner of her eyes. She was staring at something. Mary looked where she was looking and her eyes fell on an old rag doll, with an evil grin, on the fireplace, staring directly at Aunt Martha. It was definitely not there a moment before. The very next day, Aunt Martha went back, though she had promised to stay 20 more days. Mary never saw the doll again and she never even wanted to.