Is this the right one?
Porcelain dolls were all the rage. Every girl had one and took their doll wherever they went -- to school, to the mall, to parties. They even took them to bed to snuggle with on long cold and dark winter nights. Amy was jealous because everyone had one but her. Unfortunately her father had recently lost his job and him and her mother could not afford to buy her one of these wonderful dolls. Amy was always upset about this and felt excluded from her friends. She longed for a porcelain doll to call her own.
It was her eleventh birthday, so she hoped that after all the hinting and moaning on about the doll, she get one. Amy's mum had made a surprise meal for her, during which, surely enough, she handed over a box wrapped in red foil with a huge red bow. Amy was so excited that she ripped off all the paper and there lay a porcelain doll, dressed head to toe in a Victorian silk dress, with long curly brown hair and a perfect bow. Her face was pale white, with bright blue eyes that opened and closed when you tilted her. She had bright rosey cheeks and bright red lips which were in an emotionless frown. None the less, Amy loved her.
Amy took the doll everywhere with her -- to school, to the mall, to parties -- and snuggled into her at night. Emily, as Amy called her, was her best friend. She would pretend to talk to Emily all the time; she would tell Emily about crushes she had and of boys she kissed. Emily was everything she wanted and more.
A year went by and Amy was to turn twelve. To celebrate this, Amy's father, who had now found work, was taking the family away for the weekend. The night before they travelled, Amy rushed to brush her teeth and went to bed, forgetting that Emily was left downstairs all alone with no one to snuggle.
Amy was too excited to sleep and tossed and turned. She suddenly sat up in bed as she thought she heard something.
"Amy, I'm on the first step," as soft voice said. Of course, not knowing what the voice was, Amy sat up in bed and looked around.
"Amy, I'm on the third step," the voice said. Frightened, Amy ran into her parents’ room and woke her mother.
"Mum, Mum, there is someone down stairs! They are talking to me!" Amy shouted.
"Calm down, Amy, it is just be the TV next door. Come on, get some sleep for tomorrow." Amy walked back into her bedroom. Still scared, but taking her mother’s advice, she climbed back into bed.
"Amy, I'm on the tenth step," the voice said. Amy ran back into her parents’ bedroom.
"Mum, Dad, did you hear that? There is someone on the stairs calling my name! They are coming to get me!" Amy’s father got out of bed and went downstairs. There was a small crash and a bang. He screamed!
He came back up the stairs rubbing his head. "Amy, will you learn to put your dolls and toys away? I have just slipped on one and hit my head. Now go back to bed or else we will not go tomorrow!"
Amy felt so bad about what had happened to her father that she decided she had to go to bed. She lay there and closed her eyes.
"Amy, I'm in your bedroom."
Amy's mother opened the bedroom and opened the curtains. "Come on, Amy, rise and shine! We are off on our trip today." She looked around the room. Amy's bed was made. At 7am? That's strange, Amy's mother thought. She looked out the window again and saw her daughter’s dead body hanging from the washing line.
In shock, she sat on Amy's bed, but accidentally sat on something. It was Emily, tucked nicely into bed, with her eyes closed and a grin on her face.
And to add to the creepiness, Word crashed four times as I was typing it.
