I fell backwards on the bed, desperately trying to fight the doll off. It was a terrible struggle. The doll was thrashing back and forth, scraping me and tearing at my clothes. Every time it got its hands around my neck, it started to throttle me.
Eventually, I got the upper hand. I grabbed it by the legs and swung it with all my might, smashing its head against the wall. It hit the wall so hard that it left a dent in the plaster. A crack split the doll's face in two and thick black smoke began pouring out.
'Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespassers as we forgive those who trespass against us...'
The doll lay on the floor, shaking and wriggling, flopping back and forth like a dying fish. The doll's head split wider and the smoke billowing out of it grew thicker and thicker.
'And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. Aameen!'
When I finished reciting the prayer, Aanya was lying in the middle of the room, unconscious and the doll was little more steaming pile of molten plastic, hissing and bubbling on the carpet.
Just then the little girl's mother Anjali came home. She ran up the stairs and burst into the room, demanding to know what had happened. I tried to explain, but I couldn't get the words out. I threw up all over the floor.
When Aanya regained consciousness, she said that she remembered nothing, nothing at all. I looked at her eyes. The blackness was gone and now they were a bright vibrant shade of blue.
Three years later, when she was only 9 years old, Aanya died suddenly. She drank an entire bottle of bleach and it corroded her insides. She died in tremendous pain, screaming and crying in agony as her organs slowly broke down and dissolved. The doctors ruled it an accident, but everybody suspected she had taken her own life. Her parents, Anjali and Virat were devastated. Nobody could explain why a girl so young would do such a thing.
A week after her funeral, her mother and father moved out of the house. It held too many bad memories. As they were going through Aanya's room and packing up her belongings, they found something glued to the back of the mirror. It was the photo of Aanya and the doll.
On the other side, written in a childish scrawl was a message: "She has returned to us, for those who answer our call will be damned forever!"
The end.
Originally posted by: jasminerahul
the doll causing black smoke was scary.anyways Tara is safe.was happy that aanya became spirit free n she didn't Renner anything.but shocking n sad that she consumed poison n died.but how can a child take such a big step ?was she controlled by the spirit?confused with the last sentence.please explain the ending
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