The haunted shop

The haunted shop story

This is how I became a doll forever… One stormy cold winter I was skipping across the street of a haunted village. Hi my name is Alma and I’m 6 years old, when you're 6 years old you get to go to the haunted village and write your name on the old green wall. I don’t believe it’s haunted but my parents said it is. I went to the village, wrote my name up and nothing spooky happened until…

I saw an amazing wonderful doll inside that old rusty shop. I think it looks like me but I’m not 100% sure. So I had a look at myself and it looked the same “ I wish I could go in that shop to get that doll.” I yanked the door handle and it still didn’t open I was so filled with anger, I threw a snowball at the door. Wait the door creaked open does that mean I can go in the shop.

I tiptoed into the shop and I saw more than 56 dolls but some of them were moving? That’s a bit weird but I was so desperate for the doll that looks like me. A doll banded into my foot that doll was riding a bike, that’s weirder than before.

How did the doll move who cares I just want that doll to show Mum and Dad. Then I couldn’t find it, I was looking around and around till I found it. It some how made it up to the shelf. I stretched my arm up and up “ I got it, woah, where am I “ I wondered. Wait I’m in the doll, how did this happen, who did this. I guess I should've listened to my parents. I guess this town is really haunted after all. That’s how I became a living doll forever.

The end