Horror Story BB

As a child I always play at home compared to others outside, I have a disease that makes me physically weaker than others. The only thing I can play and talk to at home is the doll I always play with, I know they can not talk because it's not alive but I can deny the term..Sometimes when I'm sitting daydreaming out the window, there's something that always keeps me company and I always talk to. For years I've been locked up in a house until I feel lonely because there's nothing I can talk to except my doll..One night, while I was sitting in my bed, a voice came from behind the darkness in the corner of the room where I kept my favorite doll.."Are you lonely?" the voice asked."I ... yes" I replied."Is it silent because nobody is with you besides * I *"? he asked."Who are you?" I asked curiously..He came out from behind the darkness and it was my beloved doll, he walked and sat in front of me with a fierce smile.."I'm the one who always plays with you, I'm the one who always keeps you company" she exclaimed."But why do you talk?" I asked."You always ask me to play, you always invite me to talk so now I will start to answer it" he replied..My little one just stays and stares at her.."I know where you can play with lots of people!" he cried."Where?" I asked..He stood and pulled my hand and led me out of the house. He took me on his way to the huyan until he reached an old well, he said if I jumped into it then I could head to a place where many people to play..-Any jump-.And all these years until now I'm so sorry for the trickery that until now I can not go anywhere other than being a watchman of this old well with my corpse in it and with a satanic doll that keeps on laughing.

Penulis