Junior School Magazine - Edition 5 (June 2018)

G oodnight It was a gloomy, misty, rainy morning on that day my life changed forever. I had woken up as usual and gone into the kitchen for breakie. I gave my mum and dad a hug and said hello to my annoying 6-year-old sister, Millie. I had a gigantic glass of orange juice and my favourite type of cereal, peanut sugar crunch! Yum! I then went back into my room to get ready for school, when I got the shock of my life. There on my bed was a creepy little antique doll. It had a stitched up mouth with blood dripping at the corners. The doll had a pale white face with WAY too much blush on. It stared at me with black, blank, mascara striped eyes. As I peered closer I could see that she had a small slip of paper in her hand. I pulled it out of her hand and read it. “Hello Scarlet, my name is Annabelle. Would you like to play?” I dropped the note and sprinted out of my room to mum. “Mum, Mum, Mum!” I said urgently, tugging on her sleeve. “Mum! There’s a doll in my room!” “You mean the one you had as a baby?” She replied. “NO MUM!! I mean there’s a creepy doll with blank eyes and a pale face!” I yelled, as I pulled mum down the hallway. When we got to the door of my bedroom, Annabelle along with her note was gone. “But…, but… the doll was there mum, it really was!” “Yeah sweetie,” mum said. “I believe you.” It had been almost two days since Annabelle’s first appearance when I saw her again. I was getting ready for bed, fussing with my bedsheets, but when I turned around she was sitting in the middle of my floor. I checked her hand and sure enough, Annabelle had a note. “Scarlet! Why don’t you want to play?” A shiver went down my spine. I grabbed the doll and the note, walked outside and threw them both as far as I could. I then walked back into the warmth of the house and tried to forget about everything. As I woke up the next morning, I noticed something on my desk. It was a small frame with a photo inside. Then I realised the photo was of… ME! But guess who else was in the picture… Annabelle! In it I was swinging her around in circles playfully in my front yard with a smile on my face. Although, on the other half of the photo there was me wearing my favourite dress – the pristine white one with the frills – but it was torn and dirty. I seem to be trapped in a dark room, almost like a cell. But the most horrifying thing was that on the frame it said, “be friends… or be dead.” The next day I was doing normal daily things, but when I walked past my bedroom, the light was out and everything was dark and gloomy. “That’s strange,” I thought to myself. “I turned the light on five minutes ago.” I switched it on once again and walked away. “CLICK!” I turned around. My light was off. “Annabelle,” I whispered. “It must be Annabelle,” there was a small shadow sitting in the middle of my room. The shadow stood up, not making a sound. Then, I knew it was Annabelle for sure. The shadow flashed away like lightning. It disappeared into thin air. I shuddered as I quickly fumbled for the light. There was no sign of Annabelle. That night, after the current of sleep had slowly pulled me under, I had a nightmare. The most horribly horrible nightmare I could ever think of. I was lying in bed. I couldn’t sleep. When I did manage to drift off, I rolled off my bed onto the floor. But it wasn’t the floor anymore. It was a hole. A long, dark, narrow hole. As I fell, I screamed as loud as I possibly could, but no sound came out. I chocked and sputtered until, finally, I disappeared into nothing. When it was morning, I woke in a cold sweat. I looked over the side of my bed to check that there was no hole. “Phew!” I thought to myself when I saw it was gone.

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