Talk:Living Doll/@comment-26115871-20150426214900/@comment-25409001-20150428134719

I ignored the oddly cute doll and instead focus on the young girl, who had somehow managed to sneak out of her parents house and made her way here unoticed. I gently patted her head and told her to sit in my living room, lieing through my teeth as I told her she could spend the night here.

She nodded, but then something weird happened. The head of the oddly cute doll suddenly shook, it was very slight and if i wasn't for the lights in my room I would've missed it. The girl suddenly changed her mind and said that she needed me to accompany her and that she was afraid of being alone. Jockingly I told her she still had that doll.

Then she went silent.

I heard her mutter something under her breath, words that didn't make sense. Then the doll in her hands suddenly came to her and jumped to my face from the girls arm.

If any were to read this in the future, I apologised for the extremly loud girly scream that woke you from your sleep. Also do not call child service, while I may be a terrible adult I am an adult nontheless, so instead call adult services, I need a hug.

So after a few minutes of screaming and thrasing, with the girl trying to push me to the floor. I, by total luck, ran out the door (still screaming) and got the attention of the entire neighbourhood.

Some neighbours helped me with the terrifying hellspawn on my face, while others took care of the hellspawn on my leg. Eventually her parents arrived and the rest was history. Although now I have a very distinct fear of both dolls, little girls, and dresses though.