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The Doll
Once there was a little girl, and her mother. Her name was Molly. Molly was shopping with her mother, once, and saw this beautiful doll she wanted. She had wanted that doll for such a long time. A couple months later, her grandparents died, and her mother walked into the little girl's room, hands behind her back. "They had saved this for your birthday, but now, since they are gone, they would have wanted you to have it now." She pulled a doll out from behind her. It was the doll she had wanted for so long. It was a unique doll, it was holding up two fingers. She played with that doll for the rest of the day. When it was finally time to go to bed, she put down the doll.
Suddenly, Molly heard a noise come from the kitchen.
"Molly...I'm in the kitchen.." Molly was freaked out. She thought about how it was probably her parents watching a horror movie, in their bedroom. A couple minutes later, she heard another noise.
"Molly, I'm in the hallway.."
Molly was very scared now. She tried to ignore the fact whatever it was, was saying her name, so it wasn't her parents watching a movie.
"Molly, I'm in your bedroom.."
Molly shot up onto the bed, standing on it. There was a scream, and then silence.
A couple days later, two of Molly's friends came over to see if she could play. When they knocked on the door, there was no answer. They looked over towards the garage. Both of the cars were there, on the driveway. They knocked again. After knocking for long enough, they told their parents, and the parents called the police. When the police arrived, they broke down the door into the house. They looked around, only to find dead bodies.
And a doll, holding up five fingers.

If you don't understand, the doll was holding up two fingers in the beginning because the doll killed the grandparents.
Then it was holding up five, for killing five people. The mother, father, daughter, grandma, and grandpa.