In a small neighborhood lived a young girl by the age seven,
and her mother named Kristen. It was about four in the afternoon and the sun
was still shining brightly. The mother poked her head out from the back door
and called out to her daughter who was playing outside with their golden
retriever named Angel. “Nya, the mailman came and it looks like you received a
Nya squealed in delight and ran toward the house to go inside. Angel followed her with her tail wagging happily; hoping whatever it was would be a perfect chew toy for her. The two joined Kristen in the living room and the little girl sat down while the dog hopped on the couch and laid down. “What is it mommy, what is it?” Nya asked excitedly.
Kristen smiled and pulled out her pocket knife. “I’m not sure but let’s find out!” She carefully cut the tape from the light brown box and opened it. Nya peeked alongside with her mother and gasped at what she saw. It was a beautiful doll with light red hair and dark blue eyes, it wore an orange gown with lace wrapped around the bottom, and had plastic ruby slippers. The seven year old took the doll out of the box and hugged it. “I love it!”
Angel lifted her head all of a sudden at the sight of what Nya was holding and let out a deep growl. “What’s wrong girl?” Kristen asked as she tried to pet her. But the dog suddenly jumped off the couch and tried to attack the doll but got stopped as Kristen quickly caught her by the collar and started to drag her away from the living room.
“Bad Dog! You’re going to stay outside for a while so you can calm down!” The golden retriever whimpered and tried to get free from her grip, but it was no use and she was shoved outside in the back yard. Kristen walked back into the living room and sat beside her daughter who was playing with the doll. “What has gotten her so spooked?” She muttered to herself in worry.
After a few minutes of wondering, she shook the thought off and stood up with a stretch. Whatever it was, it was probably nothing right? She nodded to herself in agreement and went into the kitchen to make a snack for herself. Later on, it was about eight thirty at night. The sun has fallen and the moon started to rise from the horizon and stars were filling the darkening sky.
Nya was comfortable and warm in her bed as Kristen tucked her in. “Mommy, I thought of a perfect name for my new doll.” “Oh? What did you decide to name her then?” Her mother asked with a smile. “Her name is Bella Flame!” The little girl exclaimed. Kristen chuckled and kissed her on the check. “That’s a lovely name sweetie, good night I love you.”
“I love you too!” Nya said as she curled up with Bella Flame and closed her eyes. Kristen quietly shut the door and went to her own room to get some rest herself. I’ll have to call Uncle Richard about the gift in the morning. She thought as she changed into her night clothes and got into her bed. Soon she drifted off asleep.
The next day came and sunlight poured through Nya’s bedroom window, awaking the sleepy child. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Good morning Bell- aaaaaahhhhhhhh!” She screamed as she saw blood on her wall. It was formed into a message that said: Do you want to play?
Nya noticed that Bella Flame was also missing. The seven year old quickly got out of her bed and ran to her mother’s bedroom to show the horrifying image she saw on her bedroom wall. As she opened the door she suddenly screamed at the gruesome sight in front of her.
Her mother was now ripped and slashed apart! She was missing one of her eyes; her jaw was ripped clean off showing bone from inside the mouth, her stomach was slashed open and her organs where splattered around the room, and her arms and legs were twisted at an unnatural angle. Blood was everywhere filling the room with a nasty odor.
Fresh tears went down the poor and frightened child. A cold and raspy voice filled the room which made Nya’s heart skip a beat. “It’s such a shame isn’t it? But it was such a fun game!” The little girl slowly turned around and gasped as she saw her doll standing on her own while holding a bloody knife. “B-B-B-Bella F-F-F-Flame?” Nya stammered.
Bella Flame had a cruel grin spread across her face. “Hello Nya, did you see my message on your wall a few minutes ago? I picked such a pretty color for you to see it…” The seven year old stepped back and slipped from one of her mother’s organs. The doll walked forward, still with the knife in her hand. “I bet your wondering why all of this is happening, am I correct dear child?”
Nya whimpered and got up quickly. She was about to run to the door when she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her shoulder. The little girl cried in pain as blood slowly spread across her shoulder, staining her light pink night shirt. Bella Flame scowled. “That’s very rude of you! Friends do not run away from each other when they are trying to tell them something. So be still so I can explain to you my tale, understand?”
Nya nodded as more tears can down her eyes. The doll smiled and explained her story. “A long time ago, I was just an ordinary doll waiting to be sold to a child and to be played with. But a sorcerer bought me and made me cursed! He was trying to get revenge on a thief who stole his son and murdered him for revenge. Once all of it was over, I was no longer needed. For centuries I was sold to different people all around the world! In till one day I was sold to your uncle who gave me to you as a gift.”
“But why did you do this to her? Why!? I want mommy back!” Cried Nya. Bella Flame sighed. “You naïve child, I have told you that I was cursed! When I am given to someone, my job was for me to hurt or even better kill them! But I still care about playing with someone….” She looked at Nya’s mother and smiled again. “But it looks like I played way too rough on her!”
Then Bella Flame face Nya waving the knife around. “But I still got you to play with! You first need to be punished for trying to run away from me like that. How old are you Nya?” The little girl sniffed and backed up some more, bumping into the end of the bed. “S-s-s-seven.” She answered. The doll walked forward. “Then that means seven stabs for you young lady!”
Nya screamed again as Bella Flame started to stab her repeatedly. The room was filled by evil laughter from the doll Nya once loved as a best friend.