My grandma gave me a porcelain doll as a present on my 6th birthday. I loved it. I loved it so much that I would sleep with it at night. But everything changed after my grandma passed away...

    I was 10 at the time of my grandmother's passing. And after she left I started having terrifying visions whenever I was with the doll. They got so bad that I refused to be in the same room with it because I feared the visions. I told my parents about how the doll gave me visions and nightmares but they didn't believe me... 

     A week later, they brought me to the Florence Psychiatric Hospital, they left me there with the doctors and never came back... The doctors ran tests on me every day. They would strap me to a chair and ask me questions about the doll, asking me about the visions... I told them, but they thought I was lying. They would do horrible things to me... Stick needles in me, strip me and spray me with freezing cold water, they would even lock me in the room with the doll, in complete darkness for hours on end...

   Years passed, and I couldn't take it anymore... The doll, the doctors, the needles, the tests, my parents... The doctors took me into the testing room and brought out the needles and the 'magic medicine'. I managed to get hold of one of the needles and stabbed each of them with it  one by one. It'll only knock them out so I decided to make their sleep permanent...

     A soft smile spread across my face as I held my doll to my chest and looked down at their mangled faces once I had finished. A pool of blood at my feet. And I know I should feel bad but, I just laughed...

Author's Note: Hey there, lovelies! What do you think?