The doll

The next day she was still shaken up. She'd decided to move all of her stuff into the next room that also had a shower, hopefully not one that sprayed blood though. She'd set the whole room up because she couldn't sleep.

The bed was particularly hard to move but after an hour and a half of pushing,lugging, lifting, and screaming of frustration she'd finally been able to move it.

Her room now was completely set up. Her dresser, bed, closet, shower, tv, shelves, etc. were all set up. She'd picked the room because it was painted her favorite color. Red. There had been a couple of boxes but she hadn't gone through them, she'd just set them in another room.

She headed down stairs to the kitchen. She opened a box labeled dishes, she look inside and it was the ones with bowls. She pulled a bowl out and somehow found a spoon in the mess of boxes. She grabbed a box of cereal and poured herself a bowl.

She sat on the bar stool and began to eat. But she wasn't paying attention to her food. She was still thinking about the blood. Where did it come from? How had it gotten into the showers plumbing? And the most disturbing thought she'd had all night, who's was it? Who's blood had sprayed all over her body, and nearly drowned her? Suddenly she wasn't hungry anymore. She pushed the bowl away from herself.

What do I do know? She thought to herself. She decided, because she was bored, that she's go through those boxes. No one had loved her since her great grandfather. Maybe there was some cool stuff from the 60s. As for the blood she dismissed it. She'd been tired. It was probably just in her mind. A figment of her imagination.

"Yes, that's it.", she said out loud.

When she got to the room that she'd set the boxes in she realized that there was still some furniture in there. A dresser, some clothes in the closet, and a mirror. She looked in the dresser, nothing but a old shaving kit. That was kinda cool. She looked in the closet. Some old shirts clearly from the 60s. She turned to the box's.

Inside there was an old book, too faded to read, a little cat stuffed animal with barely any stuffing left in it, and a Chatty Cathy doll.

"Oh wow!", she said aloud. She couldn't help it, these dolls were huge in the 60s. This doll had black hair, hazel eyes, a pretty little red dress, and little black boots.

She pulled the string. Her mother had had an old Chatty Cathy when she was very small. She knew the voice. But when the doll spoke she sounded different.

"I hurt myself!", she was confused, this was a phrase that Chatty Cathy said but... she didn't scream it, and the voice sounded more like a little girl than the voice.

She pulled the string again,

"Help me please!", screamed a voice. Suddenly Abha felt like she was falling, fast. Suddenly she was in the back yard, and it was sunset instead of 9:00am.

"How'd I get out here?", she wondered. She tried to move but her feet were stuck in place. Then she heard it again, the voice of the little girl.

"Please! Somebody help me! Please!", the she saw her. A little girl with olive skin and jet black hair. She wore a night dress. But she was screaming. A man was pulling her by the arm. He was about six feet tall. Well built, and clearly strong. He had olive skin and black hair like the little girl. Possibly her father?

She screamed again.

"Nija! Be quite! I'm saving you from Kali!"

"Kali?", Abha said. She felt like she should know that name.

Suddenly the child stopped struggling, pulling all of her weight to the ground. The man grunted. A deep voice rumbled from somewhere.

"Reyansh!", it bellowed, " unhand the girl!"

The man looked even more angry. "Never Kali! I won't let you take her from me!"

"I'm not Kali and you know that!" The voice rumbled, sounded angry.

"Of course you're Kali! Your the devil!" The man screamed at the sky.

"No, I'm not. You won't admit to yourself who you really are. That women made you forget. But Kali, you can't kill this girl because of that!"

The man shuddered. He dropped to his knees. He screamed. For a moment another image seemed to flicker in the mans place. A figure with pitch black skin, wearing a skirt made of, oh god, were those...human arms? He had a long tongue that was exposed as he screamed, he had multiple arms. And had a necklace made of, okay things were getting really weird, decapitated heads. As Reyansh screamed so did the figure, in a distorted bellow. Then he went back to his normal self.

He stood shakily.

"No! She's being controlled my you Kali!", he shook a fist at the sky.

Then he grabbed the little girl, still limp on the ground, her arm curled around, was that... the Chatty Cathy that she'd found in the box?

Reyansh pulled her limp body to the pool. Realization hit in. Abha screamed.

"No! Don't hurt the little girl! Please!", she called to him. But he didn't seem to hear her. He pushed her head underwater. Suddenly Nijas arms began to fail and she kicked. Bubbles erupted around her head. Reyansh still kept her head underwater. He laughed as if he'd now lost his mind. Suddenly Nija stopped fighting. Reyansh let go.

"Kali is gone!" He shouted.

The voice that came from the sky said sadly, "no, your still here."

Abha felt herself being pulled upward at incredible speeds. And suddenly she was back in the room. Holding the doll that Nija had died holding.