The beautiful doll

            Once upon a time there was a family… the Rockefeller family. The mother, Emma, ended up being killed by her husband: he didn’t accept the end of their marriage. After having murdered her, he was never with another woman again.

    Two years went by…

    On his way home Paul Rockefeller found a doll in perfect condition on the edge of a dump… He decided to take it home and gave it to his little daughter, Anny, who loved dolls so much.

    Everything looked normal; however, during that night Paul heard his daughter’s screams. She said she had seen the doll moving by itself and changing places every minute. Paul didn’t believe in little Anny.

    Two weeks later, Anny continued hearing sounds… She saw red lights coming from the doll’s eyes. She also saw the doll’s head doing a 360-degree rotation.

    Paul still didn’t believe his daughter; he thought she was hallucinating.

    One day Paul went to the kitchen, and he came across the doll, which was carrying a knife on its hand… Paul tried to run away from the doll, but he wasn’t able to, and ended up stabbed to death.

    Later, it was discovered that Emma’s spirit – Paul's murdered wife – was inside the doll!

                              It was a cold dark night

    It was a cold dark night. I was in my room, until my mother called me to go and buy candies for Halloween. But the car stopped on an empty street where there was no one around. Soon we stepped out of the car to see what it was; however, we couldn’t see anything because it was very dark. 

    We walked to the nearest shopping centre. When we got there all the shops were closed but the main entrance was open, so we went inside. 

    We looked everywhere… and everywhere… and we didn’t find anyone!

    When we were leaving the shopping centre, we started hearing a girl crying and asking for help. I asked my mother to check it out because I was scared. As I didn’t want to be left alone, I went after my mother. But when I got next to my mother, I found her decapitated, dead on the floor. So, I started to run towards the closest door… 

    Suddenly all the doors closed and I stayed trapped inside! And when I looked around… I woke up! I tried to leave my bedroom, but the bedroom’s door was locked! I felt a strange warm pain… I looked at my body and it was covered by blood! I had been stabbed by a black and white clown who was sitting on my bed smiling at me!