I shut the book I had been reading. I sighed. It talked about some paranormal activity that seemed to be linked to a doll of some sort? I shook my head. There was no proof but the paranormal always interested me. I checked out the book then exited the library. I went to head back to the office when a boy came barreling around the corner. I took a step back just in time. He slip to a stop as well and looked at me, out of breath.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm really in a rush and-"

"You shouldn't run in the halls." I said quietly.
"You don't want to get caught by the teachers."

"Well, I suppose you're right. Sorry for the near collision, my name is Kyle, what's your name?"

Kyle wasn't the thinnest or fittest guy out there but he obviously had some strength to him. He had blonde hair and dark brown eyes. A strange combination that worked well together.

"My name is Ginny. I apologize, but I must head back to the office. Maybe we can talk another time?"

"Oh, yeah yeah, sure. Bye Ginny." He called as he started walking away.

I cocked my head at him as he left. Such a strange guy. Interesting personality. I hoped I would get to know him. I continued to walk to the office. When I arrived I sat down and opened my book, starting where I had left off. I wasn't needed for any more errands that class period.

It was now time to head home. I walked trough the overcrowded hall and out the bus doors and to my bus. I sat down in seat 3. I positioned myself sideways, my back against the window and my legs bent as to not take up space. I opened up my book again. As I read, the engine turned on. Someone sat down next to me. I paid it no attention till they spoke.

"It's you again" Kyle said.
I looked up from the page. Sure enough, those brown eyes we glued on me.

"Hi?" I said, unsure. I had never seen him on this busy before. But then again, most of the time I had my head down. There was a silence as the bus pulled away from the school.

"So. I've never seen you here before. You always been on this bus?"

"No. My dad always drove me to school and back. But today he couldn't pick me up and wanted me to see about taking the bus home most days. His work is chaotic and time consuming."

I frowned. I couldn't think of anything. When my stop came around, I stood up.

"This is where I get off."

"Oh, give me a sec." he moved out of the seat and let me pass before placing himself back down.
"See you tomorrow?"

"Y-yeah." I said.

I got off the bus and headed home. I lived further out than most. I shared a two story place with my mom and younger sister. I said good afternoon to both of them then do my homework. 2 hours later, it's still light outside.

"Hey mom, can I go outside?"

"As long as your careful and are back by sun down!" She said.

"Thanks mom! Bye Jane!" I hollowed upstairs. I grabbed my bag and a few things. A pencil, my book invade if got bored or found a good reading spot, my phone, and a pocket knife. Something I got from my dad before he.....

I closed the door behind me and walked out into the crisp air. With winter coming, it was getting chilly. I ran back inside.

"Need a jacket" I said while I snatched my jacket from the coat closet we had. I smelled the cookies my mom had just pulled out of the oven. I darted into the kitchen and grabbed two.
"I also need cookies!" I chirped before rushing out the door. Ahh. Much better. Now I better get going, after all, I am on limited time. I followed a path for some time, wandering aimlessly. As I did, I saw a deer. It stared at me with its black eyes. It snorted and stomped it's hoof. It knew I was there. I took one step forward. It's ears pricked forwards. I took another step. Then another. It then ran off.

"Wait! I don't want to hurt you" I cried. I knew it would be useless but I tried to follow the stag. Wait, I could still see him, I was keeping up with him. Was he....guiding me?

I continued to trail him till he took a sharp left. I turned to follow him only to find him gone. How did he- my mind became fixated on the broken down shack before me. The porch seemed to have scorch marks on it. The overhang was broken in. The railing seemed to have cuts and scratches everywhere. My curiosity made me go inside, despite the logical part of my brain also telling myself to leave. On the backside of the doors frame I found a carving in the wood.
A heart with the initials J.F and C.B in the center. How weird. I looked down the hall.

There was a single side table against the wall, doorways leading left and right, and a stair case before hitting a dead end. It was dark and the floorboards were uneven and had words carved into them, though they were impossible to read. I approached the side table, noticing the drawer that was cracked open. I yanked it open and found a key. It had delicate details, complex cuts and bends of the metal that made it intriguing. There was a candle and a match box as well.

I realized that I could use my phone's flashlight, but I didn't want to waste battery. I pulled out a match, the last and only one at that, and struck it. It sparked and I used it to lite the candle. I then decided to head left. I entered what seemed to be a kitchen. There was a dirty knife on the counter and a pot on the stove top. It seemed all the drawers and even cabinets were locked. I left the room and looked inside the right-hand room. It seemed to be a living room

As I approached, I could tell that the furniture had been all destroyed. Broken, burned, stabbed, and torn. I shivered and quickly left the room, not looking any further. I head upstairs. I ran my hand along the rail, to my regret. I pulled my hand away as splinter poked my skin. I brought my hand closer to the candle to reveal a good inch long piece of shredded wood stuck in my hand. I finished walking upstairs. I placed down the candle and hissed as I pulled out the painful splinter.

When I did, threw the piece away and continued. There were a total of 4 visible rooms. There was a bend at the end or the large rook I was in, which surly led to a 5th room. I went to turn the corner when a hand suddenly was placed on my shoulder. I dropped the candle and the flame went out. I hit whatever it was with my book and then pulled out my knife. I pointed it at the outline I could barely see in the pitch dark.
I whipped out my phone and turned on the flashlight. I could not believe my eyes.

"Gah. Ginny, you're using the light to blind me, no fair!" He joked.

"K-Kyle!?"

"The one and only" he coped.

"W-what the hell! Kyle, what are you doing here!?"

"Could ask you the same. I saw you enter and tried to follow but.....there was something that held me back. A magical force? You seem jumpy, what happens?"

I glared at him.

"Umm, hello? You brain dead? We're in a creepy worn down house, the only light I had had was a candle and then you turn up from out of no where and place you're hand on me! Sorry if I'm not being fanatic about being half frightened to death!"

"Oh. Yeah. Suppose that's an error on my end. Care to help me up"

I scoffed but helped him up anyways. I then turned my phone to walk down the hall when he stopped me. Again.

"What now?" I asked.

"I-I don't think we should go down here. I think we should leave. Both of us. Right now." He sounded completely serious, but I was to arrogant to listen to him.

I ran past him and tried to open the door. It was locked. The key!
I took the key out of my bag and put it in the lock. I heard clicking. As gears shifted. The. The key faded away, turning to nothing right in front of my eyes.

"What the-!?"

"Told you" he interjected.

He was starring not at the door where the key had been, but into the room. It had dark wood floors that seemed dull with dust, but laminated and undamaged, in contrast to the rest of the cabin. There was a large box near the window. It was fully colored and read toys. On top sat a doll. It had been sat up to seem as if it was looking out the window. The light of day shined in the room, reflecting off the dull floor. I took the first step in. When I landed my foot on the wood floor, the dust rippled from where I stood.

Then as if magic, it exploded into a cloud of dust that filled the room. Kyle and I coughed till it cleared away. The floors were now clear and shiny as if just cleaned and renewed. The toy box was now decorated in bright and expressive colors. The doll had been turned. It's head and body had shifted to face us. Wait a second. Silver eyes. The story I had been reading about the doll......

Kyle started crying from behind me. I turned, worried. He had collapsed on the ground and had tears in his eyes.

"N-no. Y-you idiot. I told you it to. Now he's-he's......" I looked back at the doll. He now had a toy knife in his hand. Oh my god.

The stories. If they were real then....this thing would kill any young child it met eyes with. How was this real!? Kyle rocked on the floor.

"Kenny-Oh Kenny I'm sorry- I'm so sorry"

"Kenny? Who is Kenny?" I asked.

Kyle looked at me. After a silent moment he stood up weakly.
"I don't want to say it infront if it." He hissed gesturing to the doll. I nodded and shut the door.

"Now what's going on?" I asked.

"When I was younger I had a brother, Kenny, 8 months old. One day, my parents got him a doll. A doll within silver eyes. He slept with it every night and didn't let go of it for 6 days. On the 7th night......my parents heard screaming on the other end of the baby monitor. Kenny's screaming was loud enough to wake me up. I rushed there to find-to find.....the most brutal thing a 7 year old can see. His baby brother laying in his crib, dead, blood pouring from his back where his spine had been blown out. And the doll. He stood over my brother with that smile on his face. He turned towards me. I was sure I was going to die too. But then he disappeared. That doll, the one in the room, killed him. And based on the stories.....I should be dead. He kills those of 10 or younger....."

I opened my mouth to speak when the door creaked open. We both jumped back. A crackle sounded from behind us. We both yelled and whipped around. The doll smiled, his head ducked and knife in hand. His voice wavered, going high and low, and completely distorted.

"You should be dead. And you will be!" He screamed.
He jumped at Kyle, knife aimed at his chest.