The doll came in the thick of night. There was a party and it was in the midst. A friend of mine had brought it, but I never found out whom. The doll had stringy red hair and a smile that sent chills down my spine. The guests played with it, curling its ugly hair and putting lipstick on its face. Eventually, it was left alone.

After the guests left, the doll sat in the middle of the living room, almost as if it was waiting for something. I eyed it warily, wondering what was going to happen. The doll stood up and began running towards me. I ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. There was an insistent banging as the doll begged to be let in. Minutes later, the banging stopped.

I cautiously opened the door, finding no one. I walked slowly back to the living room, where the doll was waiting for me with a knife. It smiled victoriously and came after me. I ran towards the window and jumped out. When I looked back, the doll held the knife firmly, still smiling. That was when I woke up.