Vera peered into the glass of the storefront, eyes wide and focused on the dolls in the display. She had managed to save up a whole forty dollars, after much effort. She wanted to purchase a doll for her two children. There were dolls of all types, some with cloth bodies, and some made of porcelain. They sat together in two neat little rows, with their fixed glass eyes, staring straight forward and unblinking.
The general store had just started stocking items like dolls and coloring books. This was a new addition to the usual general housewares for sale, such as plates, cups, and cleaning agents. There was one doll in particular, that caught Vera’s eyes. It had shoulder-length mossy brown hair, and was dressed in a pink gingham dress with lace edges. On its feet, were two red shiny patent leather shoes.
Vera waited until the store was open, walked in, and purchased the doll with the shiny red shoes. She also picked up a couple of hair bows for the doll. When Vera arrived home, her children looked excited and curious about the brown shopping bag, that their mother was carrying.
“Close your eyes you two. I have a surprise.” Vera said to her twin girls. Molly and Lou obediently closed their eyes, and waited to see what their mother had in store for them. “Open them.” Vera said, as she had the doll presented before the two girls.
“Oh mommy!” Lou exclaimed. “She’s so beautiful.”
“And what lovely hair bows. Thank you mommy.” Molly said. “Can we use the hair bows for ourselves as well?”
“Of course Molly, dear.” Vera said beaming.
The two girls ran up the stairs laughing, while the doll dangled from Lou’s arm, as Molly followed closely.
Later that afternoon, the girls were playing tea upstairs. Molly and Lou were sitting around their small wooden table, surrounded by their stuffed bear, giraffe, penguin, and the new doll. “What shall we name her Lou?” Molly asked her sister.
“I’m not sure yet.” Lou answered, while pouring imaginary tea into their cups from the rose colored teapot.
Suddenly, there was a crash, as the doll’s teacup and saucer somehow fell on the floor.
“Molly, did you do that?” Lou asked.
“No sister. I was nowhere close to –“ Molly didn’t get a chance to finish her words, as a gasp escaped from her lips. The doll had just blinked and made the most sinister smile.
“Sis, sis-ter.” Molly stammered. She was frightened.
Lou looked worriedly at her sister, than followed her eyes straight to the doll. She swore she saw its expression change, for just a split second.
“Molly, let’s go to the kitchen to get some more cookies for our tea.” Lou said, and strode over to her sister. She calmly grabbed her hand, gave it an assuring squeeze, and the two slowly made their way out of the room and shut the door.
After the door was shut, the two startled girls heard the shuffling of tiny feet, and an insidious tiny laugh. They both knew it was the doll.
Lou looked over to her sister, and put her finger to her lips. They quickly made their way down the stair and entered the kitchen.
“Mommy.” Lou looked a bit nervously at her mother. “It happened again.”
“I’m sorry dears, every time I try so hard to find a good toy for you two. Something goes awry.” Vera wrung her hands on her apron, as she was in the middle of preparing a late lunch.
“Girls, I want you to play outside for a minute. Have some cookies.” Vera said, as she handed Molly a plate of cookies. She gave Lou two cups of milk, to wash down their snack.
As the girls were playing outside, Vera made her way upstairs. She made sure before heading up, that she grabbed the pair of black salon shears that she kept in the locked drawer. As she arrived at the door, placing her hand on the handle, Vera took a deep breath.
Opening the door, the doll lunged at Vera. It tried to claw at her eyes, gnash its teeth at her neck, and flailed its legs wildly. Vera gathered her strength and courage, firmly grabbed the doll, and plunged the scissors deep into its chest. The doll stopped moving.
Later that night, while the twins were sleeping, Vera took a sack out toward the back of the house. She went to the shed for the shovel, and began to dig. When the hole was made deep enough, she threw the sack into the hole. She spat on it, poured a whole container of salt over the bag, and piled on the dirt.
Never again, did Vera purchase another doll baby for the girls. It was just too much trouble.
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