There was a family of 5. A mother, a father and 3 daughters. The daughters names were Jennifer, Jade and Janine. Their father was a carpenter, their mother unemployed.
The eldest daughters often excluded Janine from their group so one day, she ran crying to her father. Feeling sorry for her, that night he fashioned a wooden doll. It had a small pointed nose, a purple dress and woolen hair. When he presented the doll to Janine, she fell instantly in love with it. Janine brought the doll with her everywhere she went, and slept with it every night.
But Janine inevitably grew up. She started to lose interest in her old toys and eventually, the doll ended up behind her wardrobe. It spent years there, discarded and forgotten. Until one night, not so long ago.
Janine, now aged 10, was sleeping in her bedroom. She turned in her sleep, thinking she heard a noise, but dismissed it. After a while the noise became louder and now Janine could hear it clearly. Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. She sat up in her bed and noticed her old wooden doll on the floor. But it had changed. It was standing on its stumpy little feet, all on its own. Its face was distorted into a sick smile and it was holding something in its hands. It gave a leap and landed on Janine’s chest. She shouted, but the sound was cut short as the doll plunged a dagger through her throat.
When Jennifer walked into Janine’s bedroom the next morning to wake her, a terrible site met her eyes. Janine’s face was a bloody, gory mess. Her bed was splattered with blood and she had her old wooden doll gripped in her rigged hands. A dagger lay on the floor. Jennifer let out a scream and soon the house was full of policemen and family. Everyone mourned the loss of Janine that day, and soon only the family was left in the house. That night, they cried themselves to sleep in their separate rooms.
As Jade slept, she felt that somebody was watching her. She looked around her room through eyes that were blurred with tears, and spotted the old wooden doll outside in the hallway. She turned over in her sleep, trying to sleep away her pain, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched.
She sensed the doll before she felt it. It landed with a thump on her legs and took out a long, sharpened blade. Jade screamed as the blade pierced her legs. The doll ripped out tendons from her leg and she writhed in agony. Her father burst into the room, shotgun ready. The doll took another long knife from its back and hurled it with extreme accuracy. The knife jammed itself into the father’s heart. He was dead before he hit the floor.
Jade dragged herself to the door, desperately trying to escape but the doll was too quick. Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. It was over to her in seconds, driving a blade through her eye and into her brain. The doll ran through the hallway, the smile still plastered on its demonic face. The mother woke with a start, seeing a face leering over her own. She thought it was one of her daughters, or her husband. But as her vision cleared, she could clearly see the wooden face. Her life was over before she even had a chance.
Jennifer woke up to the squeal of her mother. She walked out of her bedroom door to find the bloody figures of her father and her sister on the floor, bathed in moonlight. They were unmoving. As she approached her parent’s bedroom door, Janine’s wooden doll ran out, clutching a knife and a large section of her mother’s scalp with hair still attached. Jennifer turned and ran, with the rhythmic “clickety-clack” following in her wake. She flung opened the door of the garage and headed to her fathers workbench. She grabbed a saw, turned and dived for the doll. The doll backed up in surprise and Jennifer tried hacking off its head. This only infuriated the doll even further. It let out and inhuman scream of fury and latched on to Jennifer’s face. It pulled her eyeball out slowly and painfully. She screamed in protest but to no avail. The doll cracked her skull open and tore out her brains. It hopped out just as her body fell, all life drained out of it.
The gang of teenagers were hanging around the supposedly “haunted” house. They were taking turns chucking rocks at the windows. One of them went sailing through the window and landed with a clatter on the ground. The guy who threw it smirked and hopped in to the house to retrieve the rock. While he was picking it up, he noticed a wooden doll lying on the ground. He stuffed it in his pocket and walked out again. This’ll do my sister for a birthday present, he thought.
Credit To: The Dunnes.