Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-3563804-20180503203151

(My Birthday was yesterday, but i decided to do a story from a birthday)

I was excited because it was my birthday, my family prepare everything for occasion has the guests arrive to our house, of course I was happy to see everyone in my family who came for that special day, I wonder what kind of gift I will receive and I was looking to a lots of them in the living room. I finally blow the candles on the cake everyone cheered for me, I finally get the chance to open my gifts it was all toys and things I never seen before, then i received a gift from my grandmother when I open it and see it was a African American cowboy doll with short sleeves black and red square shirt with black pants, cowboy hat and boots on his feets, but I see something a bit creepy he was missing a eye and I assume he was a boy.

I was glad that my grandmother give this doll, she tell me that her own father has giving this doll to her while she was younger and was always kind with him, I wonder why she has tell me that story, because for me it was just a simple doll nothing else same if it doesn't look like it, when everyone left the house, I put the doll on the table has my brother look at the doll finding it ugly and creepy, but I ignore his comment and pick up the doll going to my room, I decided to put the doll on the side of my bed it was already late, I played a little bit with my toys before going to bed.

But during the night I was sure to hear a strange noise coming from the side of my bed, then  I heard like some kind of male laugh and footsteps on the floor of my bedroom, I was really scare and I didn't want to move out of my bed and finally shut my eyes going back in my dreams. The next morning were all waking up and going to the kitchen for breakfast, has we all enter the kitchen we then froze in fear and look around all the kitchen stuff was throwed and the ground and kotchen knife marks were all over the wall like if someone broke in our house, my parents called the cops who tell us if we heard something last night we all said that we didn't, but actually I did heard something and keep it to myself, because if I had told my parents that the doll might be alive they will think I was crazy.

I decided to enter my bedroom to change my clothes, after put some new clothes I decided to pick up the doll to play with him, but then I see something falling from his left hand it was a kitchen knife, I was frozen in fear and I look at the doll remebering what happen last night and see the kitchen knife marks on the wall in the kitchen, I was now really sure the doll did it and was alive, but i knew if iI tried to proof it nobody will believe it. I wanted to know why that doll was given to my grandmother while she was a kid and we should be kind with him, I tell my parents if we can go visit grandma they agreed to take me and my brother there, when we finally arrive our grandmother was happy to see us.

When I ask her about the doll and how she get it, she then told us a story about something tragic that happen long ago in slavery time, because a teen boy who was African American who some persons think he was evil and put a spell on their children who were murdered in the night, they all believe the teen was the culprit and they lynching him cutting one of his eye out just before hanging him. She also tell us that his spirit then was trapped in a doll by his family who honored him after his death, that we have to be kind to the doll and never say he was ugly, because that's exactly why the children from the town called that boy because he was different from the other,  I now realised that the doll heard my brother calling him ugly, meaning that he's waiting for his revenge to get him, I was terrified that something might happen to my brother.

We return home during the afternoon, I was scared that the doll might hurt my brother, but i know that no one really believe the story of my grandmother, I was the only one who believe it because the knife fall from my doll left hand earlier before we came back, again when we are all finally sleeping. I hear it again that creepy male laugh and footsteps on the floor of my bedroom, then I see a little shadow front of my door and open it, I jumped out of my bed and followed it throw the hallway, I then look  on the floor looking at the shadow taking form, I knew that doll was alive has it open the door from my brother room.

I wanted to scream has the doll finally enter the room, I no word came out of my mouth i was petrified and I didn't want to see what was going on, then I hear that evil laughter  and a muffled scream from my brother room, I didn't want to look inside to see what's was going on, I was scared for my life thinking I might be the next victim, I backed up and return to my bedroom and silently shut the door sur that thing will not hear me and go back in my bed, then i heard the door of my bedroom open and the footsteps again then nothing else, the next morning I was waking up by my mother scream, me and my father run out our bedrooms to see that my mother discover my brother in his own blood and one of his eye was cut out.

My parents called the cops who came and see the body of my brother, they didn't really knew the cause of the murder thinking it was a homicide and that the real culprit its still outside, but me i knew it was the doll who killed him, but who will believe me. 