‘‘Have a nice day, Aunt Cheryl,’’ Melanie said, a piece of toast in her hand, walking out the front door.
She noticed a large box on the porch. It was wrapped in a rather strange-looking paper, which bore a Victorian-looking pattern. Mel unwrapped it slowly and then opened the cardboard box.
‘‘A doll,’’ Mel whispered, holding the odd creature in her hands.
She noticed it was quite long and got up to compare her height with the doll’s. It was about the same height as her.
‘‘How strange…’’ She thought.
She went back in and placed it on the sofa.
She then ran to school. That day, she kept asking herself who had sent that odd package. She returned from school and was shocked to find the doll missing! Where was it?
‘‘Aunt Cheryl,’’ She asked her aunt with whom she had been living for about a year. ‘‘Where did you hide the doll I found this morning?’’
‘‘The… doll?’’ Cheryl asked, raising an eyebrow. ‘‘I haven’t seen a doll…’’
Later that night, Mel sat at her computer and researched paranormal phenomena. Judging from the Victorian-looking paper, she figured it was a cursed doll from the 1800s. Suddenly, she heard a scream coming from Aunt Cheryl’s room. She got up as quickly as she could and ran into the hall.
‘‘I’m coming, Cheryl!’’
She arrived in front of her aunt’s bedroom door and the woman ran out of it, covered in what appeared to be… blood.
‘‘Don’t go in there, Mel,’’ The woman gasped, running towards the bathroom.
Having always been a curious girl, Melanie couldn’t help but to walk into the… forbidden room… There was broken glass on the floor… And… On the bed, the doll seemed to be starring at her.
‘‘Oh, my,’’ Melanie cried.
After Cheryl had told her everything was fine and that there was no doll in the house, although she had seen it twice now, Melanie was fast asleep. At around midnight, she heard a loud noise, which awakened her. It came from Cheryl’s room! She, again, ran to it, hoping her aunt was all right. She pushed the door opened and… The doll was on top of Cheryl and Cheryl was screaming! It was hurting her!
‘‘I’ll save you, Aunt Cheryl!’’
She grabbed a strange wall piece Cheryl had hung, which was a bizarre dry branch, and began hitting the doll with it. She noticed a puzzled look on Cheryl’s face.
‘‘Melanie, for the love of…’’ Cheryl said, pushing her niece off the bed.
The aunt sighed.
‘‘I guess it’s time for me to explain everything to you…’’
She sighed again.
‘‘As you know, your uncle is away on a business trip and sometimes, a woman gets… well… has needs… Some use objects… Dolls.’’
Melanie didn’t quite understand.
‘‘I was pleasuring myself with the doll, which I bought at a sex shop.’’
She pointed the Victorian-looking paper.
‘‘It’s from a sex shop called ‘We make you cum old-fashion-way’ and they have many Victorian-looking revealing costumes and objects…’’
‘‘But I saw blood,’’ Mel said.
‘‘Red wine, actually,’’ Cheryl explained. ‘‘Had you stayed in my room longer, you would have noticed the box of chocolates. I’ll explain you everything about romance when you’re older. Your running made me jumped a little and I dropped the bottle, which splashed all over me.’’
She winked, adding:
‘‘Now, let’s get you in bed.’’