Every girl has a favorite doll; mine was Jodi. My grandmother had bought her for me. I still remember the day she bought it. My family didn't have much money so we did allot of shopping at the Salvation Army thrift store. My grandmother took me to the thrift store to get some summer clothes. As we walked toward the entrance, in the big display window stood the most beautiful doll I had ever seen. She stood about three feet tall with short, curly, light brown hair. She had puckered, red lips, and the most beautiful pink, glittery, Mexican gown you could imagine. Knowing that grandma didn't have much money, I didn't even bother to ask her for the doll. We went inside, and I asked grandma if I could go look at the doll. She agreed and went on with her shopping. I sat and played with that doll the entire time we were there. After my grandma had finished her purchase and we were about to leave, she told me to go over and get my doll out of the window. To say the least, I was surprised and so so happy! When I think back to that moment, it still brings tears to my eyes. Anyway, back to the story. Now I'll tell you why this doll was so peculiar. I started to notice bruises (yes bruises!) throughout the dolls body. The first bruise appeared on her face, hours after my little brother had dropped her on the floor. There were many bruises that showed up on the doll from time to time and they would always go away, just like ours do. After a while, she would start coming up missing (sometimes for days) and then I would find her in the exact place I had left her and where she should have been. One time, Darla and I decided to sleep in the downstairs bedroom. As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I heard a shuffling noise at the bottom of the bed. At the same time, Darla gasped and grabbed my arm. We watched in horror as a small figure walked from one corner to the other and sat down. We began screaming and our mother came running in to see what was wrong. When she turned the light on, there sat Jodi in the corner (where we had seen the figure sit down). I had left her upstairs on my bed, where I always left her. I didn't play with Jodi after that. She scared me because I knew she wasn't supposed to be real, yet she was. My mom talked me into keeping her because she was a gift from grandma. She said that I should at least keep her in my room, even if I didn't play with her, so I did. My mom knew something was wrong when she was cleaning my room and saw that Jodi had head lice! At first, she thought that we must have had it, but when she looked through all of our heads and saw that we didn't have it, she freaked out. She called the parents of every kid that had been at our house in the past month or so and they didn't have it either. She took the doll outside and put her in the trash. That was the end of Jodi, or was it?
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