Let the nightmare begin

Hi, my name is Evie and I’ve got a something to tell you.
My dad, I never get to see him because he works all time and has to travel a lot. I collect cool little dolls. My dad brings back a new doll from every trip. Today he brought me back an odd looking doll from Marrakesh. There is something about this doll that gives me the creeps. This was definitely the creepiest doll I had ever seen. I called it voodee, suddenly a bolt of pain went through my hands making me drop the doll. Voodee looked very angry in deed.
Strange things started to happen. I woke in the middle of the night to find my favourite doll lying next to me with a horrified look on her once beautiful face. When I pulled the covers back there was only the head of my now decapitated doll. A silent scream shot from my lips. As I jumped from the bed I found myself entangled in the shreds of other favourite toy. I ran from my room screaming for my mum. She went and checked my bedroom only to find everything was in its usual place, as if nothing had happened. My mum told me to go back to bed as it was just a bad dream, but I know what I saw!
As I lay there terrified, my heart pounding, I could hear strange sounds all around me. I could feel evil eyes watching me. I pulled the covers over my head and prayed I would wake from this horrible nightmare. The next morning, after a sleepless night I notice voodee had a growing evil grin. She was definitely happier than before.
This went on for weeks. Every time something bad happened, Voodee was there. My friends started to avoid me and my school work suffered. My mum noticed something was up. I tried to tell her about Voodee and how she was making my life a living hell. Mum just smiled and told me not to worry.
The final straw came when I found Voodee in the cot next to my crying baby brother. His face was scarlet red, blood trickling from his nose. That was it, she was not only ruining my life, taking my friends and making my family think I was going mad, but now she was starting on my baby brother. This had to end NOW. I calmly took Voodee from the cot and late that night I carried her down to the kitchen.
The next day my mum was shocked to find Voodee torn to shreds in the dog’s bed. She was even more surprised to find me smiling for first time in ages as she told me the bad news.
That night as I lay in my bed, grateful that my life was finally back to normal, I heard a strange scratching sound at the window. As I drew back the curtains I saw…………
THE END
By Zoe Adamson