The weird doll with brown eyes
His daughter came home with a weird doll that day. She seemed pretty excited about it. He was happy that she was happy, but there was something about the doll.
Whenever he saw the doll, whether it was lying in the living room or his daughter’s room, it always looked as though it was staring at him. Its eyes were so real. He could not shake the feeling that they were following him. Those big brown eyes.
He found the doll lying on the table one day and found that its eyes were bloodshot. That could not have been possible, it was a doll. It was not alive. It was a doll.
That very moment his daughter flounced in and grabbed the doll.
‘Look daddy!’ She said. ‘I drew on her eyes!’ And skipped away giggling.
One day, the father heard loud thumping noises from her daughter’s room. He ran to her room and found her playing with the doll, with a newly formed scratch on her cheek. He asked her how she got it.
‘Oh it just happened while I was playing with Dolly!’
He left the room perturbed. He was perturbed because he had noticed how weird he felt when the doll was around, he had noticed how strangely attached to the doll his daughter was, and how strange the dolls eyes were.
What he did not notice however was a small squeaky broken voice whimpering the words, ‘Don’t go, please.’
‘Shh little Dolly,’ said the little girl. ‘We don’t want daddy to ruin our play.’
