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Thursday, January 18, 2007

The most frightening thing in my life(Free writting 7)

  I have been afraid of dolls since I was a child. It caused by a story that one of my friends told me. He told me that if I don’t respect my doll, “she” would eat my digit or tug my hair. It is also said that the doll’s hair and nail could grow because they have souls. I don’t want to be close to any dolls anymore after I heard that.

  My sister and brother found that I stopped playing my doll, even touching them. The felt strange and wondered what happened. Finally, they realized that I had a great fear of dolls. Afterward, they always wanted to scare me by putting a doll in my bed as I fell asleep. As soon as I woke up and saw them, I usually cried. I thought that I abominate dolls keenly.
  
  One day, I told my mother what they did to me, and mentioned that I didn’t dare to sleep alone. After hearing that, my mother punished them and asked them not to frighten me anymore. That night, I went to bed cozily, and prepared having a sweet sleep. In the midnight, I woke up because there was something wrong and began to feel strange. But I still didn’t open my eyes until I suddenly became conscious that someone was touching my foot. I saw a little girl in front of my bed seizing my foot. I had no idea what she wanted to do. Simultaneously, there was something pulling my hair. I turned my head to watch what that is. Then I almost fainted.
  
  I saw a face of a doll! Yes, face to face! Her countenance was so indifference. Undoubtedly, I shouted. But my mouth was covered by the hand of the doll. So there was no one could hear me. I couldn’t do anything but struggled. But their strength was so big that I could hardly move. I didn’t know how long it passed. Finally, I heard a voice, “Dear, you should wake up now! It's time to go to school.” I opened my eyes and saw my mother. “Thanks god that it was just a dream!” I thought.

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