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Apple of my Eye
Hey you, do you have a talking doll at home? Well I did, and I gotta say it wasn't quite the best decision of my life to get one.
I'm about to tell you about an incident which happened last year. Might make you wanna go out and get rid of any dolls in your room - and if not, then honestly something is really wrong with you.
Without further ado, let's start at the beginning. It was the afternoon of Halloween 2013 when my sister Amber and I went to an antique-store in a creepy looking alley. We both have something for antiques; and even though she's only 8 while I'm 17, we don't only share our bright green eye colour, but also a lot of interests. The door was made out of wood, looked really old and squeaked as we opened it. I personally love looking at old clocks, while Amber is more into old toys - not quite a surprise considering her age. We passed a few old books, jewelry and dishes before we finally stopped in front of an old, almost life sized doll my sister discovered. It was made from porcelain, had a really beautiful dress and lively eyes which almost looked real to me.
"If I was you, I'd think twice about buying that one." I shrugged, the old woman had appeared behind me out of nowhere. "W-Why is that?" I asked. "It's Halloween, she's hunting." Of course I was kind of freaked out by that woman, but I honestly didn't believe that her warning was to be considered serious. She looked kinda weird to me, her dress was old and her hair was covering almost all of her face - I couldn't even see her eyes. "So what do you think, Charlie?" Amber asked me. Obviously, she loved the spooky story behind this one. I saw the creepy woman warningly shake her head as if she wanted to say "Don't you dare", but I was kind of confused. Why would you put up a doll for sale if you didn't want people to buy it? Regardless of the woman's warning, we ended up buying the doll.
Not so much of a good idea.
Because of her white skin and black hair, we decided to call her Snowwhite. Snowwhite got a nice seat in the corner of Amber's room, right between the other dolls who were having a tea party. She didn't really fit in with the other dolls, there was something about her making her seem more human than the others. I was about to go get ready for the Halloween party I was invited to, but I froze immediately when I saw Snowwhite's mouth abruptly opening. "I want apples," she said. My sister and I stared at the doll, while it gave us an evil glare back. "D-Did you know this thing could talk?" she whispered silently. I could tell there was fear in her voice. "Umm no? If I remember correctly, you're the one who made me buy it!" We were about to start fighting, but Snowwhite interrupted us. "I need apples." Her voice did not sound electronic at all. It was almost human. Amber gave me a blank stare. "Don't worry, I'll just... take the batteries out. Everything's fine", I said confidently - more to myself than to her. I absolutely didn't want to touch this thing - it was like Snowwhite's dark blue eyes were staring right into my soul. We were home alone, it was getting dark and even though I'm not a baby anymore, I felt uncomfortable being here. I took all my courage and began to look for the batteries. Isn't that kinda weird? Since when do they have batteries in porcelain dolls? And I thought was antique... After I had certainly checked every part of the doll's body, I could not find any batteries. "Well, this is weird", I said and put the doll back down, then carefully stepped away from it. "So what do we do?" Amber asked me and almost started crying. "Don't cry, tears don't fit your green eyes," I mumbled and gave her a hug. "I need new apples," Snowwhite repeated and glared at us. I snorted. "I've had it with this thing, you stay here and watch it. I'll get an apple." So I left to get an apple from the kitchen.
I haven't been gone for long, when I heard my sister scream for her life. The apple burst when I dropped it. I ran as fast as I could, but I was too late:
When I returned to Amber's room, she was crawling on the ground and wouldn't stop screaming, while Snowwhite was having a cup of tea. Pleased, she looked at me with her new, shiny green eyes.
"Apples," the doll whispered and giggled to herself.