I set down the dirtied doll. My sister got it for Christmas last year. Now she is gone, we have no reason to keep it. A little while after Anna had been gifted the doll, which she named Corrie, she had started acting… distant, weird. We were always close, until Corrie came along. Such a stupid name for such a stupid doll.

Every time we went out as a family Corrie would be there. She bathed with Corrie, slept with Corrie, ate with Corrie, she even peed with Corrie. I noticed that she had started to talk less as well, she would just sit, still as a statue, not making a sound. Usually she would run around the house giggling and yelling but Corrie, Corrie made her different.

Only a month or so before her death something… strange happened. I went to give Anna a hug and she.. she felt like porcelain. It was strange and I, I don’t like to remember it. For the first time in my life I was genuinely scared of my own sister.

As I walk away I hear it, my sisters voice, a whisper on the breeze. “I have gone to be with Corrie, forever and… ever. Join me Luke, please?” My stomach churns, tears burning my eyes, breathe quickening. The whining, the whisper, it sounds just like her.

I turn around to see the doll. Corrie. I left him laying down but now, now he’s sitting up, staring at me. His eyes are on mine. All I can think off is Anna. My hands shake and I go to wipe the sweat from my forehead but, I can’t move. The skin on my hands turns hard and slowly it spreads over the rest of my body.

Though I should be panicking I can’t, I am calm and cool as stone. I cannot think. All I can do is stare as I see Anna… as a doll.