My new doll is my new best friend, I love her so much. I take good care of her, brushing her hair, feed her and keeping her clean. One night I saw her walking round my room, I got scared. So I decided to cut her legs off so she won't walk. I love her to much to throw her away.

A month past and I saw my doll move again last night. She was crawling around with her arms, moving things and knocking over pictures. I was scared but I love her too much. So I fixed her again by cutting off her arms.

Months past and no night movement from my doll. Everything seems like it was back to normal. Taking care of my best friend. Then one night I heard my doll start crying and speaking.

"P....please....k...kill me....i....I don't want to be here." She begs and cries more.

"Kill me....o...or let me go home" she begs more, I hated it. I grabbed my sewing needle and start sewing up her mouth. I loved her too much that I can't let her go.

"There, there. .....everything will be fine Sarah" I grin as I finish, I cut the thread and wipe the blood away.