Wednesday 4 November 2020

Alma

Alma writes her name on the chalkboard with the names of all the children that went missing. She was wandering around her town with snow on the ground, unaware of the doll in the window. It looks just like her. In excitement she ran to the door. The door wouldn’t budge. As her anger grew she threw a snowball at the door. The door creaked open slightly to the point where the girl showed no sign of fear but excitement. There was a thump on the floor, Alma looked back in the direction of the window but the doll had mysteriously disappeared. 


Alma notices all of the dolls, they look very creepy. She becomes spooked by this boy doll who rides along with his toy bike to the door. It seemed like he was trying to escape but rather the door closed with a thump. The bike bumped into the door and Alma showed no emotion. 


As her eyes turned and found the doll she had been looking for, she climbed onto a couch and reached out for it. Her eyes grew wide wondering what would happen if she touched the doll. As she touched the nose of the doll, her memory distorted into the body of a doll. She scanned the room with a dodgy movement from her eyes, breathing heavily, afraid. The dolls were all looking at her. 


Alma awoke in her bed in the morning. She went to check her mum and dad’s room if there was anything strange. Her house didn’t seem to have any weird unordinary stuff. She shrugged it off, it was just a dream. She decides to never write her name on a chalkboard… just in case. 




















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