A very poor family lived in a wooden house with two floors falling apart. They had no money even to eat, but a little girl of seven years was interested in a doll huge - the size of a child of nine years - and insisted that her mother bought. Despite the wishes of his daughter, his parents were not able to buy any toy: the mother was unemployed and his father worked as a collector of paper and cans, always arriving at 5 am with his old bike.
On the anniversary of her daughter, the mother, in her endless search for a job, found an envelope with money, the exact amount - including the pennies and all - to purchase the baby doll. She could have bought food for the whole week, but was keen to please his daughter, buying the toy she so desired.
The daughter was very happy with this, playing throughout the day and just leave it aside at bedtime. The happiness lasted a week.
One night the girl woke up thirsty and saw a movement on site. It looked like a child nine years heading up the kitchen and playing with the cutlery .... but it was not a child. With a knife in his fist, the doll jumped on the neck of the mother who slept and cut deeply. After waiting the arrival of the girl's father to open a hole in his stomach and spread his guts through the woods of the old house.
On witnessing the incident, the girl succumbed to the pain and despair, losing consciousness in the act.
The next day, the girl woke up with a house full of people ... and some gentlemen had police that she had never seen in life. His clothes were full of blood, but she had not been cut. There was a bloody knife next to her while a man was coming to collect it. As he was led into the police car on the incredulous look of adults, the young woman managed to find time to see your doll to look like a girl of nine years, leaning against the bed where she had left the night before, before that terrible nightmare ...
They say the doll is cursed because it is always present when children are accused of killing his parents ... but that she might be home now?
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