My Twin Doll

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This is the creepy experience I had with a doll. Yes, I know, it's just a doll. I never would have expected to be scared sh*tless by a doll, but you had to be there.

For Christmas a few years ago (I think I was eleven, I'm fourteen now), I got a Twin Doll. These are the dolls that are made to look just like you. When I first saw it, it was a little startling, the doll was like a mirror image of me. After a while, though, I started to think it was sort of cool (I mean, we even had matching outfits).

When I got home (I was with my father, but I live in a house with my mother), it was getting late. I decided to wash up and get to bed. I put my doll on the floor next to some other stuffed animals. That night I had a dream that I was thrown off a cliff by a faceless little man in a long black coat. When I woke up around one or two o'clock, I saw my new doll standing on the foot of my bed. She couldn't stand by herself, much less move by herself. Her facial expression was mean, like a smirk; it was much different from her usual smile. I froze, but I knew I had to get out of there. To get her off the bed to allow myself to run past her, I thrust my feet up under her. It worked like I wanted it to; she went flying up off my bed. As I jumped up to get out of there, I noticed she wasn't on the floor where I expected her to be. I jerked my head to the corner where I had put her before I went to sleep, and there she was, still smiling like nothing had happened. I froze again, scared stiff. Her face seemed to slowly twist, and she was smirking again. As I stared in shock, her arm quickly moved up. The movement wasn't the least bit smooth, it was jerky, which made it all the more disturbing. I bolted out of my room, and went straight for the lights. I turned every light on and grabbed a rather large knife from the kitchen drawer. I went cautiously back to my room, and saw her in the corner. She was sitting peacefully again, smiling. Her arm was down, she was back to normal and stayed that way. Something, however, was different about her. I could never look at her the same; something about how she stared was too creepy. I ran over and shoved her in my bottom dresser drawer. I don't know if I dreamt it or if something like that actually happened, but I'll never get another doll again.