One day Brenda was sitting by her window while writing her diary, noting all the incidents that happened with her today. When she is done writing, she goes to her old wardrobe to see her old things. Among them she finds a doll which she loved to play with when she was 6. Seeing the doll she is reminded of her friend Stacy who used to play with her and whenever she would be homeschooled , Stacy would sit beside her and listen to her teacher. Brenda smiled at the thought of her one and only friend. She opened a box which contained various other things related to her childhood and Stacy. She began taking out everything one by one out of the box and soon the box was almost empty. The last thing in the box which Brenda was an album in which there were some old photos. She opened the album and the first picture she saw was the one where she was born in the hospital and her father was also there. A single tear dropped from her eyes on the photo. To her surprise the tear which dropped on the photo turned black in no time and a shadowy figure appeared behind her which looked much like Stacy. 

Confusion and fear was showing on Brenda's face. Then suddenly she heard giggles from beside her. To her horror her doll started to blink her eyes. She rubbed her eyes to see if it is an illusion but it was not.

"What do you want from me you evil doll?!" Brenda spoke gathering up some courage. 
"Oh! I don't want anything from you... I just wanted to scare my friend a little! Won't you welcome me back after a long slumber... huh?   My dear friend Brenda." The doll spoke as her eyes shone red.
"Wh-wh-who a-are y-you? A-a-and h-h-how do y-you k-kn-know m-my n-na-na-name?" Brenda stuttered and moved backwards not wanting the doll to get close to her.
"You forgot your one and only childhood friend huh? Hmmmm............ What if I say my name is Stacy..............." The doll spoke approaching closer to Brenda with every word she spoke.
"N-n-no yo-you c-ca-cann-cannot be m-m-my d-de-dear fr-fr-friend!" Brenda spoke. By now she had began shaking with fear and her eyes were wide like that of a goldfish. Sweat beads rolled down her forehead.

"Hm.. If you don't remember me its ok. I will go now but....I will come back." The doll said and as she completed her sentence, it's eyes stopped shining red and the doll fell on the floor. A terrified Brenda saw a black smoke like thing going out from the window as she let out a sigh but then she opened the album to look at more pictures of Stacy. As she flipped the pages of the album with her shaking hand, she came across many pictures of her family and all of them had that black shadowy figure behind her. Terrified by the sudden appearance of the shadowy figure in pictures, she threw the album from her hands. 

Brenda looked towards the doll only to find it missing from there. She stood up from in front of the box and looked around her room to find the doll. Soon she found the doll dressed in a black dress and hair done in bun standing at one corner of the room.  Brenda let out a sigh of relief and went back to pick up the album and put it and the rest of the things back in the box. She was about put the album into the box but then she noticed that all the photos are blank. Each on the photos were nothing but just like black paper now. She closed the album and threw it in the box. She grabbed her hair in frustration. But then her eyes fell on something.

She saw a poster of a missing person lying near her legs. She picked it up with her now violently shaking hand. She smoothed out the paper and read the name of the missing person. To her horror she saw that it was the missing report of Stacy Wells who she played with during her childhood, the person she loved to spend time with and the person who was her one and only dear friend....

Tears started to flow from her eyes and fell on the poster as she looked at the date of the missing complaint. 
"25/03/2000...exactly 22 ago from today!"  Brenda exclaimed in complete shock as her hand went to her mouth and more tears fell. She thought of searching for what happened to Stacy on old newspapers but she did not have newspapers of the year 2000. Then she remembered that she can search for old newspapers and articles on Google News archives.

She sat on her chair and opened her laptop. She chewed on her nails as it opened because she knew that if she does not search for the newspapers fast, Stacy will come back. She hurriedly typed the password and waited for it to open. Then she opened chrome and searched for google news archives. She waited it to open. The wi-fi was low. She banged her fists lightly on the table and after a few seconds the site opened. She typed the news title and waited for it to open. To her surprise the result was only one article. She read it.
(What she read in the article will be in italic.)

Police was informed of a 16 year old girl, Stacy Wells  living in XXXX society with her mother gone missing mysteriously while returning from her school at 2 p.m. on 23rd March. Her school bag was found in her classroom. Her classmates said that she had left her bag there and went to washroom. On investigation the police found blood traces that matched with that of Stacy. Several days later Stacy's corpse in an abandoned house.

Suddenly thunder and miserable cries for help were heard. Brenda knew that Stacy is coming so she closed the doors and windows of her room and pulled down the curtains and hid in one corner shaking with terror. Soon the cries for help turned into giggles and then laughter. The voice seemed to get closer and closer by each passing second. Brenda held tightly onto her pendant. It was the only gift from her father before he died.

The doll was soon awake with Stacy's soul in it.
"I think you know about who I am now? Or do you need more time? Tell me my dear friend...." The doll(Stacy)spoke
"I need more time." Brenda said gathering up some courage
"As you wish my dear friend." The doll(Stacy)spoke

-Kim Cha Bo-Ra

To be continued.....