The Doll

I was given a doll for my 8th birthday.

I’m now 18 and wondering how it keeps showing up on my bed each night...

Miss A (anonymous)
Year 8

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  1. The Big Blog Theory19 October 2018 at 06:40

    Class 7Sa read this story and think that it's really spooky - well done! (Miss Robinson and class)

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