Chapter 8: The Baby Doll (Part 3)

A few days passed. I didn’t tell anyone about what happened, because, to be honest, I wasn’t sure if everything was a dream or if I really saw something strange that night. I forced myself to forget all about that incident.

A few weeks later, me and my cousins decided to hold a movie marathon in Uncle’s room.

Despite the large number of paranormal encounters that we had, horror movies still had a special place in our hearts. I was the one who played the movie that we decided to watch. The title was Hostel, if I remember it correctly.

We were about to reach the climax of the said film, and my female cousins were already shouting from fight and anticipation, when suddenly I heard laughter coming from behind us. I covered both my ears at first and then tried to plug them with my fingers. But when I stopped moving, I could still hear the giggling that seemed to be coming from a baby.

My cousins continued screaming and screeching as if I was the only one who was hearing the sounds of a gurgling happy baby.

“Guys!”

When I shouted that, everyone became quiet and looked at me at the same time. The infant’s laughter became louder and at this point, I knew I wasn’t the only one who could hear the child’s giggling now. I could clearly see how all the faces of the people in front of me changed swiftly to genuine fear.

To make sure that my guess was right, I was forced to look behind me. My eyes immediately found Uncle’s doll. It was lying down on its stomach on top of the stand.

It was looking at us with its large dead eyes.

We couldn’t do anything other than run as if our lives depended on it. That was the second time we ran because something strange had happened. We told our aunts and Uncle about what just happened even while we were still panting for breath.

He quickly got the doll and checked it out. We were greatly surprised when we found out that it didn’t have any batteries! We suddenly remembered that Uncle took them out to use for his TV’s remote control so we can watch the movie comfortably.

All our eyes widened from the revelation. We all started shaking. We asked Uncle to throw away the doll but, as you might expect, he didn’t do it. He only hid it inside a closet that he filled with old clothes so that we wouldn’t see it.

Baby Doll became quiet for quite a while ever since it was kept by Uncle inside a closet that was older than he was. None of us even dared to open it. Even my aunts were scared of opening the closet. They just tried not to make it obvious, but I could still tell from how they acted how terrified they were of both the large cabinet and its scary content.