“So, Mr. Andrew? You wanted to talk to me?”
He had finished talking to the student and had sat at his desk as I had walked up to him. “Ah, yes, Mr. Anderson-”
“Um, you can just call me Cameron, or just Cam.”
“Oh, alright… Cameron. Anyways, I wanted to speak to you about that doll. Did you happen to take it from the graveyard?”
I nodded, and put my hand in my pocket. I had felt something in there earlier, although I wasn’t sure what it could be. Mr. Andrew gestured for me to take a seat. “What about it?”
“You still have it, am I correct?”
I shifted in my seat uneasily. “Well… um sir… I… I left it at home…”
I glanced at the floor nervously, not wanting to say that I had thrown it out in the trash. I slouched a bit in my seat, gazing at the floor.
“Ah… may I ask what is in your pocket?”
I sat up and looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
“…There’s something in your pocket…?”
I pulled out what I had felt earlier and my eyes grew wide. The Doll had come back. But that’s stupid Cam, you threw it in the trash!!! There weren’t any signs of dirt or debris from a trash can, and the muslin looked as it did when I found it in the graveyard. Out of shock, I threw the doll far from me.
“Um… m-may I be ex-excused?”
He nodded, looking at me strangely and I dashed out the class. I ran to the bathroom and puked in the urinal. How in the world did it get in my pocket?!
I stood over the urinal, holding onto the side walls for stability. I slowly went to the sink and washed my face. I glanced at the mirror and stared at my face. My vision blurred after a while, and I rubbed my eyes to focus. I turned around, and saw black vines wrapping around the door frame of the bathroom, and black ink running down the floor of the hallway. Panicking as the ink oozed into the bathroom, I tried to run out of the bathroom, but the ink oozed up my body, sending shocks of agonizing pain of needles and nails. I screamed for help, trying to move, struggling to breathe as the ink oozed around my chest, crushing my ribs, stabbing my lungs. Soon the ink covered my head, and down my throat, suffocating me. I felt a lightheadedness and somehow I fell to the ground and passed out.
