I'm 17 now, but when I was 10, I lived with my parents and my brother at my grandma's house. My grandma got me this interactive doll (Dollie) and a porcelain doll (Doll). Dollie would learn to talk and walk as I played with her. I always played with them both, but my favorite was Doll.
One day Dollie stop talking, I ran crying to my brother saying Dollie's dead and he said the batteries were dead and that he'd buy new ones the next day. Later, I was playing tea party with Dollie and Doll. Dollie fell and started talking in gibberish. I got scared and grabbed Doll and ran crying to my brother. He picked Dollie up and hit her head and said everything was better.
After that, I started playing with Doll and left Dollie in the corner and I heard this girl's voice say, He hurt me. I grabbed Doll and got scarred and said "who was that?" and the girl's voice said, "Me, Dollie". I screamed and was huddled in the corner. My brother came in there and asked what was wrong, I said, "Dollie talked". He told me I needed some fresh air. He took me to catch some turtles. When we got back, I went up stairs and put the turtles with my other ones. And I heard Dollie say "I'm not trying to scare you, but I do want you to kill your turtles". I yelled, "No go away!". Dollie said, "If you don't kill those turtles I'll smash Doll".
I got really scared and picked Dollie up and put her at the bottom of my trunk and put all of my toys and books on top of the trunk. Then I went to eat with my brother. After dinner, I went upstairs to my room and started crying because Dollie was on my bed under the covers and Doll was smashed up in the floor and all my barbies heads were ripped off. When I told my parents what happened, they didn't believe me. But my dad said I seemed really scared of Dollie and that he'd take her to the dump right away.
Between now and then we've moved a few times. Everyonce in a while my dad would mention Dollie and I get scared (when I was 12 and 13). The last time we moved was last year and I was going through some old boxes and found Dollie. I took her upstairs and asked my dad why she was down there. He told me he thought I would come around and want her back. I took her to the guest room and sat her next to some books. I figured I had just imagined it all.
Me and my niece (6 at the time) were sleeping in the guest room, because my room wasn't finished yet. The next morning I woke up and got dressed and I helped my niece pick out some clothes. She told me that, last night, Dollie scared her and that she said she wanted us dead. I freaked because no one in my family talked about Dollie and I never told her Dollie's name. So I ran in the room, grabbed Dollie and threw her outside in the burnpit. I got some lighter fluid and torched Dollie.
Me and my niece sware up and down we heard yelling coming from the fire.