Thread:GREEN0704/@comment-27021824-20170725201803/@comment-27562120-20170814102433

My worst nightmare is when I didn't know I had a doll in my house. It was creepy enough to kill my courage and hope. The doll's eyes were black, lifeless. It wore a velvet torn shirt, with a creepy smile stretched across its face.

So the nightmare started with me in my bed. I couldn't really see clearly, because I just woke up. Everywhere was dark as night.

I tried moving my hands, but I was shocked that I couldn't move. I tried screaming for help, but turns out I couldn't speak either.

I just lie on my bed hopeless, when suddenly the doll was standing in above me.

I began to panic, sweat rolling down my face. The doll was twitching though, and he reached for me.

That's when I woke up.