Never trust a survivor until you know what they did to survive.

Callie, a 16 year old girl, faces trouble after her parents divorce. She claims, “There is something sinister in this house and I will find it.” After many weeks she can’t prove this theory and comes to the internet for help.

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Many theorists online began speculating that she could be having hallucinations.

But after hours of searching she came to one conclusion. It was all in her head. But that was fine, and at least now she knew her mother’s house wasn’t haunted.

She stumbled into her closet, the dark, and empty closet. Most of her clothes were at her dad’s, and his house was probably safer. She investigated the walls to see if there was any sign of something else besides her mother and her in the house.

“Callie! We got to go!” Her mother shouted from downstairs.

Callie walked carefully down the stairs to make sure nothing creepy was happening. Callie stopped in her tracks. She could clearly see someone down there. It was her? Standing next to her mother was a tall, blonde haired, girl who looked more like Callie than Callie. Callie watched as her mother and this “Callie” headed out the front door.

“What in the heck is going on here!” She tried to scream but all that came out was a puff of air.

Over the next few weeks, Callie had been paranoid. Her mother still hadn’t come back for whatever reason. In the corner of the room was a small, antique doll. She had rosy red cheeks with a small green tutu. Callie hadn’t noticed it before today.

As Callie stood up and walked over she noticed a keen detail about this doll. It was old like really old.

But on the bottom of the foot it said, “You might as well run while you still can.”

Freaked out, Callie through the doll on the floor. Nothing happened, it just laid there for a couple days.

Over the next week Callie was determined to find out what was happening with this doll. So one morning when she got up to check on the doll. It wasn’t there.

Her mom hadn’t been home for like ever, and she was starting to believe she was gone for good.

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Over the next few days she kept having the same nightmare. The doll would sneak into her room somehow, rip out Callie’s eyes, and then replace them with the dolls eyes. Except it wasn’t just eyes. It was every other thing about the doll. It would replace Callie’s arm with a doll arm and so forth.

Callie’s nightmares started becoming a reality when she looked in the mirror one morning to find blood dripping out of her ear. When she went to investigate she noticed it had a plastic feel to it.

Over the next weird nightmares and horrifying mornings. Callie would wake up and notice another part of her had become plastic.

She was a strange survivor of ‘asphalt movies’ creations. Asphalt Movies made creepy horror films, mainly about dolls taking over humans who have wronged them. Apparently they left one of there dolls outside and it went rogue.

When she woke up the next morning however, she was back to normal. With her mom downstairs yelling, “Callie! We got to go!” Just like how she did months ago.