A girl with a doll

 I want to tell you a story about a girl with a doll. My grandfather told it to me. He's very old, but he's seen a lot in his life, but he remembers this girl forever. 

It was back in 1939, I was 16 years old, well, like everyone else at that time, I was a jerk, so to speak, and I, like everyone else at that age, was drawn to adventures, so I was walking home from school and noticed how some family moved into the house nearby. They were an adult man and a woman, about 38-40 years old. And they had a little daughter, about 6 years old, she was wearing a cream dress, white socks and black shoes, her hair was long and black as pitch, she had a doll in her hands, medium-sized, the doll had blonde hair, with a wedding hairstyle and a white, fluffy wedding dress. I stood for a couple more minutes and, shrugging my shoulders, went home.

Every day I saw this girl, she always followed me with her eyes. One day, friends came to me, I went out to them, we were judging something for a long time, and I noticed that girl again: "was she really standing there all this time and watching me?!", without taking her eyes off the girl, I thought, and when my friends noticed it, they jokingly They said:

- And Kolka has a new girlfriend, but seriously, who is she?

- This is my new neighbor, she watches me all the time...

my friends just shrugged and left.

I couldn't sleep that night, but I fell asleep at 7 o'clock. But even that didn't last long, I had a very strange dream, its contents were that girl with the doll, but the others, they were saying something and seemed angry, both of them, but I want to note that one of them is not alive. It went on for several nights, I didn't get tired of it and I went to one of the local old ladies who know everyone and everything. And she told me:

- Oh, my son, don't mess with them, they're not good people, I've heard that they move very often, they don't stay anywhere for long, they say that their daughter is engaged to a demon. And the doll is hers, it's not a doll at all, but a demon in her guise.

I just waved it off and left. Oh, I was stupid, stupid, I shouldn't have listened to the old lady, but I'm so brave, I went home to that girl to prove that everything was fine with her and her doll.

She wasn't in the courtyard where the girl usually sat, so I decided to knock on the door, and the girl's mom opened it for me, and then I started talking.:

- Hello, I am your neighbor and I would like to meet you.

"Sure, come on in," the woman replied amiably.

- Thank you, my name is Nikolai, and you?

- And my name is Zinaida Lvovna.

- Nice to meet you, Zinaida Lvovna, you know, I often saw a girl in your yard and I understand that this is your daughter, would you mind introducing this baby to me?

- Of course, her name is Lisa, I'll bring her now.

When Zinaida Lvovna brought Lisa, the girl had completely black eyes, even the whites were black. And again, this doll is in the hands of a girl, and the doll is creepy, no, don't think that it's cracked or something is wrong with the face, no, it's just creepy in itself, Lisa's ice-cold hand brought me out of my thoughts, who took my hand and asked me to play with her, I agreed. When we went into her room, I felt sick, I started to feel sick, the smell was peculiar. I played with her for 20 minutes and told her I had to go, and she screamed.:

- No!!! You will stay with me forever now!!! And we will play all the time!!!

I was scared and wanted to leave the room, but it wasn't there, I tried to turn the door handle, but it wouldn't budge, I started screaming, calling for help, but to no avail. I ran to the window to knock it out, and then jump off and never come back here. But the window wouldn't budge, wouldn't open, and wouldn't break out.

And then I remembered the old lady's words and began to hate myself for not listening to her. And since demons and the like can't stand God, I decided to read Our Father. When I started, the girl screamed so loudly that I thought I would go deaf and covered my ears with my hands, but I did not stop saying the prayer. The girl let go of the doll, this doll came to life and came at me, I kicked her away from me, she hit the wall so hard that there was a dent there, and a crack appeared on her cheek (my grandfather was a football player, a striker and he had a powerful kick). Then the doll started smoking, and when I finished reading, the doll was gone, and Lisa was lying unconscious in the middle of the room. Her mom ran in and ran up to Lisa, and when the girl came to, she said she didn't remember anything, she didn't remember anything at all, and her eyes were already bright, bright blue.

Three years later, when Lizonka was 9 years old and I was 19. And I even took her for walks with me, considered her my little sister and loved her. But she died, and there was a picture of her and the doll pasted on the mirror in her room, and on the back it says "I'm back with her and whoever calls us will be cursed forever!" This family moved in just a week after Lisa's death. And I never saw or heard from them again... that's all.

Grandpa frowned a little, and after a couple of minutes they turned on the light, he immediately cheered up and said:

"Well?" What are we going to watch? - he was smiling, but it was clear in his eyes that he missed this girl very much, I turned on the comedy for him, and I wrote this story here. It may not be as scary as you would like or not, as much mysticism and all that crap, but it's real and it's purely your right to believe in it or not.