Tv Show My Living Doll Novels & Stories

The reason I was showing it at this point was that I had no idea this footage existed until recently. The doll was a gift from my parents after I was found. Given that I had been abducted once before, they installed a camera in the doll’s eyes. Little did they know that it ended up recording the actions of the murderer who took their lives. In my previous life, I was so devastated by my parents’ deaths that I never considered Mr. Williams as a suspect. After the police returned the doll to me as an heirloom, I simply sealed it away. It wasn’t until my rebirth that I began to notice something off about him, and only then did I uncover this video.

Right? Why was I even asking myself all these questions in the first place? I thought before heading into the bedroom and finding her there staring at the TV that I had installed when she told me she practically lived her life not having to watch TV because they were poor. She moved from the bed and ran over to my side dragging me over to see the show that was on. It was a cartoon. She had been so impossibly gleeful about it I had thought that it was some kind of amazing discovery but it was just a cartoon.

He tells me before stepping out of the car and walking toward the front door. I nodded without question and followed suit. The first thing I noticed when we walked in was the smart seventy-inch television, which I had only seen in showrooms online that I knew I could never afford. The volume was low, displaying an evening program and casting a blue light across the living room. My eyes caught sight of someone, a lady on the couch with her head leaning at a weird angle and her shoes still on, seeming to be asleep. Squinting my eyes I could tell the resemblance to Blake… perhaps his mom.

Now, the girl who had always kept her head down would never have to bow to anybody again. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell directly across my body. Too bad I could not feel its warmth anymore. The sound of the television blared from the living room. Mom was watching her favorite variety show, exaggerated laughter echoing from the speakers. I drifted through the door and into the living room. Mom sat cross-legged on the couch with a handful of pistachios, cracking them and spitting shells all over the floor. She laughed so hard she rocked back and forth, completely unaware that her daughter had become a corpse.

Dahlia “Zahra Silverclaw!” My voice bounced off the walls of my living room, cluttered with the beautiful mess that is my five-year-old daughter’s toys. “How many times have I told you to clean up with your toys after you’re done playing with them?!” I lamented to everything but my little criminal, who was probably lodged somewhere in this mansion up to her usual mischief. “Goodness gracious!” I yelped, gripping my foot and nearly losing my stance after stepping on one of her little figures from her dollhouse. Since when did they make these figures so hard?!

My chest clenched so sharply that I had to inhale slowly to hide it. I crouched quickly, reaching for her doll as though it were the only thing in the world that mattered. "Just someone talking about boring things, sweetheart," I murmured, my hand brushing her curls. "Come on, show me the dress you found." Her attention diverted easily, as it always did. She bounced in excitement, describing how she wanted to match her doll's clothes with Viviene's toy collection. Yet her gaze flicked once more toward the screen, curious, lingering a moment longer than I wished.

But Shasha was still trying to speak, the movement of her lips seemed to say, "The doll ... The doll ... The doll can see ..." ***

They both sat down to watch the television. Josh looked at what Daniel was watching. "What show is this?" "Oh. It's Dora The Explorer. It's a new cartoon." Josh nodded his head and watched the show with Daniel who was still arguing with the show. "Can't you see it Dora!? His arguments made Josh who was sitting beside him, laugh hard. Smith and the house keeper who was watching them from behind felt very happy. The house keeper looked at Smith who had tears in his eyes. "Your best friend will be very happy now."

I was quickly beginning to long for some sort of entertainment. Fingers curling around the device, I turned up the volume to the TV while stuffing a handful of gummy worms into my mouth. As my mouth worked its way to chew the sour coated worms, I flickered through my most recents before finding the TV show that I desired to watch. A comedy-drama filled series about 5 women working at a nail salon while living a life of crime, violence, and sex.

Grandpa uttered as he chased for air from laughing too hard. “Even lizards got attracted to me.” Tim replied causing me to gave him a disgusted look. After some minute, Miss Mia turned the television on to fill the silence of the plain room . All of us are all eyes on the screen, watching the boring news. Just the weather for tomorrow, the upcoming election, and life of celebrities. “They should add different channels.” Tim uttered and yawned. Miss Mia turned the television off and then sat down by the sofa. “ I agree with you, kid.”