Alma
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table the small boy doll started pedalling like lightning. The door<br />
slammed shut. Why was the boy pedalling up to the door?<br />
When I looked back up at the doll it had moved again. I looked<br />
frantically around the room. I saw the doll on the old shelf. I<br />
walked slowly up to the old shelf. I clambered over a worn out<br />
couch. I pulled off my glove and slowly touched the doll on the<br />
nose. Then suddenly….<br />
There was a puff of lightning and I was the doll. What on earth had<br />
happened? My heart was beating as fast as lightning. Now I am<br />
stuck as this doll. Now I am left to wait for the next victim?<br />
by Jessica O<br />
ALMA<br />
One winter morning I was walking down a street<br />
it was like a ghost town. Everyone at the age of 12<br />
has to write their name on the wall. I took out<br />
some chalk and wrote my name. Suddenly I heard<br />
a creak. A doll was in a window. Weirdly it looks<br />
just like me. I looked in the window. Who is that ?<br />
I try the old weary door it did not open. So l get a<br />
snowball and hit the door.It opens and I go in. It is<br />
creepy. Suddenly the door closes behind me. My
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