User blog:Moonbear555/La-Di-Da (Creepy Pasta)

My years as a kid were fun ones. I enjoyed them so much, there wasn't any need for toys. Mostly I played with sticks and rocks. Occasionally I would fry up an ant with a magnifying glass, to pretend that I was grilling. Before I knew it, Christmas came. Grandma always gave the good gifts, better things than pajamas that our parents could hardly afford. That Christmas Eve I wanted a paint ball gun desperately. It would be fun to see rainbow colored squirrels around the yard. I woke up at around seven in the morning. There were five gifts under the tree. One for me, one for my brother, one for dad, and two for mom. (I stole her slippers last summer so they could be her present,)

You could imagine my envy when I saw my brother get a mineral digging kit, with things to pelt a rock with and a picture of all the crystals you could find. I was sure that I would get something better though. To my disappointment, I received a doll with button eyes. I turned it over. The red dress it was wearing was only on the front, and the back was covered in its yarn hair. I hid my disappointment.

I watched my little brother on the front porch with dad hitting the rock, oohing and ahhhing occasionally. A green stone appeared in Dad's hand. Grandma was teaching me how to sow a dress for the doll, but I never heard her. I imagined me with my paint ball gun, turning everything brilliant colors.

For some reason, I felt scared that night. My whole family was going out to eat without me, and since I was old enough I was to stay inside. It was a stupid superstition of my Grandma's that, if a twelve year old child was taken to outside at night, the entire family was to have bad luck. I put the angry doll in my closet, and locked it shut. My cat, Layla, purred on the floor by my side. I shivered as I looked at the closet. There was something about that doll, just something.

Bringing myself up to courage, I unlocked the closet and opened it. The doll sat there all crooked, its angry eyes and twisted mouth stared at me carefully. Layla crept in the closet. "If you want to sleep there, then fine." I told her. I left the closet opened, but went to get a glass of milk and left over cookies.

I went back to bed, but I realized something. The closet was closed. It was OPEN when I went to get milk. I swung it open. I swear, I made my mouth shaped like an O. Layla hung there, the Inside of her stomach was opened. She looked like a skinned animal. But the doll, it was.

Gone.