Chapter 6: The Baby Doll (Part 1)

Hey guys!!!

A lot of you might not know me anymore, because most of the active members here now are newbies. But when Paramdam was still starting out, I was one of the more prolific writers here, and that’s how I got to witness how this group grew from a seedling into a mighty oak tree.

Anyway, since I’m feeling up to it right now, Halloween is right around the corner, and Anabelle seems to be the topic of choice of the people here, I will tell you a supernatural story that has something to do with a doll.

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Ever since Uncle (those who have been here in the group for a while, you know who he is) got back his job and started receiving a salary again; he got into the habit of buying toys. He bought many of them, ranging from action figures, to robots, to stuffed toys, to battle tops, to battling cars and other toys that young boys were into back then. He even bought kiddie meals from fast-food restaurants just to get the toys. And he didn’t regret spending a huge amount of money just to purchase the toys that he wanted.

Honestly, I think if you added up the amounts of all the toys that he bought, you would be able to buy a house for the poor. Anyway, as long as Uncle wanted something, he would get it.

“I like that baby doll over there,” Uncle said to his girlfriend one time.

His girlfriend’s eyes widened in surprise at what she had heard. She knew Uncle knew how weird it was for a girl to find out that her boyfriend wanted a doll for any reason. But would she be able to stop him from getting it when she could feel that he would have a fit if he didn’t get the toy that he wanted? And that’s why the girlfriend had no choice but to go along with what Uncle wanted to do.

Actually, the doll was pretty damn cute. It didn’t look ominous or anything like that. It really looked like a baby. And it was pretty amusing because if you pressed on its stomach, it would giggle as if it was being tickled. If you smacked its bottom, it would make crying sounds as if it was being hurt.

This baby doll didn’t immediately show signs it had something possessing it. It stayed in the house for a few months before it did anything unusual. Of course, so that it wouldn’t be thrown away or burned at once.

It allowed itself to be abused by Uncle’s nephews and nieces, including my siblings. They threw it all over the place, smacked it several times, threw it down the stairs, ran it over with Uncle’s toy trucks, and even gave it a tattoo on the back of its neck.

And there it began. I think this baby doll had finally had it with everyone and decided to show them what it could do to them.