There once was a doll that i found in my house. it had a scar on its face on its cheek. So i took it and named it dottie dolley. i used to play with it all the time untill one day i was playing with it and i got thirsty so i got some juice when i came back dottie dolley was gone. i went looking around the house everywhere. there was no sign of dottie dolley. so i checked in the attic to see if my brother hid it up there. when i climbed all the way in there the door to the attic slammed shut. i got a little freaked out. but i was a brave little warrior. then at the back of the attic i found my doll just sitting there with another scare on her face. so i grabbed her and put her down in the chair in my bedroom. i looked everywhere for my brother who was 15 so i called his cell phone and he told me that he has been out of the house for 2 weeks. so then i started to get even more freaked out. when i went to go and get dottie dolley she was gone...yet again. so i went in and out of the house looking for her everywhere. but the last place i forgot to look was the attic. so i climbed in there and when i got in there the door slammed shut again so i found my doll in the same spot that i had found her earlier. so i brought her with me to my moms work which was only a block or 2 away. when i was halfway there. the doll pulled a very sharp knife out and stabbed me right in the heart i fell right to the ground..dead as a door-nail. so i bet you are all wondering how i am writing this when im dead well heres why..i am dead im writing in someones household.....dead as a door-nail. i hope you liked my scary story of how i got stabbed in the heart and im now a ghost talking to you. so now everyone tell your parents that you have talked to a ghost a real dead one as dead as a door-nail. the end i hope that you liked talking to a dead person