Introduction to my terror
I had night terrors. I don't like to talk about it, but people need to learn from my mistakes. They would come to me every night and terrorize me, torture me, and sometimes even kill me in my terrors.
I ran towards the front door with excitement in my body because I was getting the possessed doll I ordered. I opened the front door and a chubby bald man handed me the box and slammed the door in my face.
I'm Grey, a twenty-two-year-old traumatized female. I have brown eyes, I'm '5 "8, I've got brown hair and freckles. You might wonder how I ended up traumatized. I'll tell you that later, but for now, I want you to know that if anything happens to you, it will be because you read my tale.
Okay, where do I start? My night terrors started when I turned nineteen. I had gotten an amazon gift card for my birthday, and I ran into my bedroom. I put in the password on my MacBook and logged in. I put in the URL address for Amazon and clicked enter.
You might say stuff like "Oh this is boring" and "Oh there are no night terrors" But trust me, I have to say the complete story, detail, by detail, so you can understand what I went through.
Anyway, where was I? Oh right, when I clicked enter I clicked the search bar with my mouse, I was trying to find Roller Skates, but my stupid finger slipped, and I put in a C, instead of an R. The first thing that popped up was "creepy doll." Of course, because I was nineteen, I was curious, so I clicked on "creepy doll".
I had made a huge mistake, but I didn't know it yet. I looked at all the results for creepy doll and I found nothing. I was going to scroll back up when something caught my eye. The item had been called unwanted possessed doll, marked at $0.99. I was an idiot; I didn't know what I was thinking. The doll had long, black hair, red eyes, and the plastic looked like it had gotten cracked.
The doll had 100 ratings, most of them 1 star. The person selling the item must have had a lot of possessed dolls. I clicked on the ratings and most of them were people saying that the doll had been haunted and made them develop sleep paralysis. You might wonder, wouldn't the people know the doll was haunted if it said possessed?
And the answer is no.
Because I remember that all the other dolls I looked at on that page said "POSSESSED CREEPY DOLL! *FAKE*!" So those people probably thought it was a fake possessed doll. I laughed as I went through the ratings, most of them were a couple people spamming it was haunted, and I ignored those, I kept scrolling through the ratings until one rating said that they loved the doll as if it were their own, and the person gave the rating five stars.
I immediately clicked "Buy" and put in the code my card had on it. I put in all the information the website required me to put in. The website said the doll would arrive at 7:00 pm. I looked at the clock in my room and it said 6:30 pm. So I waited for the doll to arrive.
A few minutes later, which felt like hours, I heard the doorbell to my apartment ring. I didn't want to start college at eighteen, so I could see if I wanted to start college at twenty. I couldn't because of this experience. And when that doorbell rang, that's where it all started.
As I opened the box, I felt as if a pair of eyes were watching me. And I heard a voice whisper, "This is just the beginning"
