Mom Put a Doll on My Pillow
My cousin, Isabelle Cox, dies of cancer. However, my adoptive parents, who have always loved her the most, don't shed a single tear. Instead, they go on an overseas trip with my adoptive brother, Cedric Cox.
After they return, they give me an exquisite doll and ask me to put it right next to my bed every night.
My adoptive mother, Vivian Mason, looks at my swollen eyes and smiles tenderly. "Why, you're such a grateful and sentimental kid. This is such a pretty doll. Let it stay by your side and accompany you like it's your sister, alright?"
I agree.
Later, my body becomes increasingly weak, and I sleep all day.
One day, when I wake up, I am horrified to find that I am trapped inside the doll and can't move at all.
My deceased cousin, Isabelle, became "me"!
Beaming widely, she cuts my hair and also my limbs one by one. Then, she throws my mutilated body into the fire.
As the flames engulf me, I see my adoptive family standing behind her. On their faces, they show happy and relieved expressions.
When I open my eyes again, I am back to the day when they give me the doll.