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SymmaGirl2 said:
Once, a girl named Cameron got a beautiful 磁器 doll from her uncle. He had bought it for her overseas when he took a trip to London. When she got it, her uncle made her promise to play with the doll every single day, no matter what, または something bad would happen. She asked why, but he refused to answer.
Cameron listened unconditionally. She played with the beautiful doll every day, naming it Ginger because of it's red, curly hair. She really loved the doll, and everything had been wonderful since she got it. Her grades had been all A+s, she was doing much better in softball, she never got sick または hurt, and it all started when she got the doll.
Years later, when Cameron turned fifteen, she got sick of playing with the old 磁器 doll. Ginger just wasn't fun to play with to a teenager. So she stopped playing with it.
After she stopped, things started getting much, much worse. Her grades slipped from A's to F's. She constantly ran into poles. She got sick much easier. Her vision got worse and she had to get braces, even though her teeth had always been straight before.
Eventually, on the third 日 of January, about a 年 after she had stopped playing with Ginger, Cameron went to ベッド with a headache. She slept soundly, until she heard the echoing voice of a little girl. "Cameron, I'm in your sister's room! I'm in your sister's room!" Cameron panicked. She clutched the sheets, and tried to ignore it. She assumed it was a hallucination from her headache. But then she heard the voice again. "Cameron! Your sister's dead, and I'm in your brother's room!" Cameron tried to shove the voice out of her head. A moment later, the voice whispered, "Cameron! Your brother's dead, and I'm in your parents' room!" Cameron started hearing the voice get a bit louder. "Cameron your parents are dead, and I'm in your room!" The voice now seemed... surreal, almost. It was echoing, like the voice was just in her head, although she heard it as if it were right 次 to her. She peeked out from the covers and found herself staring into the painted green eyes of Ginger. There was one difference in the doll. Ginger's small, petite mouth was not a stretched, insane grin with shark-like teeth. "Cameron, あなた should have played with me..." the doll whispered.
The 次 day, several police officers were examining Cameron's house. There had been a レポート from the neighbors that there had been a bloodcurdling scream coming from the house last night. Inside each room, blood was smeared on the walls and each of the bodies was torn apart, insides splattered across the ベッド and limbs on the floor, although there were no fingerprints または weapons, much less any evidence of a break in. In Cameron's room, the officer found only one thing that wasn't covered with bodily fluids and gore. Ginger was lying, looking untouched, in the center of the room, her painted eyes still gleaming with insanity, awaiting it's 次 victim...
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