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Baby Ariel was soft, cuddly and if you hug her really tight, the shell-shaped locket in the middle of her chest would light up.
I wouldn’t mind having her for myself!
Nicole can’t seriously sleep without hugging the doll. She took Baby Ariel anywhere, too, even on a sleepovers with her older sister’s friends.
Until one day, she asked me to throw her doll away.
She claimed Baby Ariel became mean, was flying at nights, with red eyes and hair all over her face.
I told Nicole that she had a nightmare, but from that day on, she hated her doll.
I put the doll in a shoebox and hid it somewhere.
With the movies about scary dolls, it got me thinking.
Was her doll also haunted?
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