The Lesson

Emily lived in a mansion. The mansion was made of shady oak and supported with dark stone collum's.

The Mansion cost was lowered to only fifty thousand American dollars due to some rumors about
spirits` around the spooky mansion. Emily was 8 and her parents were still in their thirties. Emily’s
parents often left for business meetings and left Emily alone at home. Emily found separate ways of
spending her time. Beside the mansion was a giant square garden. There were no more plants in the
garden, but grass and trees remained. Emily liked to pretend she was a gardener and pretended to
water the nonexistent plants all around the garden. There was no fear of her neighbors thinking she was
insane, as the house was surrounded by a mile of pure forest. Emily was homeschooled in a big dark
room by a teacher named Ms. Levithan. In that room, there were two tables, three chairs, and a giant
chalkboard. Each lesson was the same, old, boring lecture with only slightly different topics. Emily was
with her teacher for hours, so she had little sanity left by the end of it. School ended at four o’clock,
meaning Emily still had about three hours before her parents returned. Days and days passed by. Finally
in December, when Christmas had struck, Emily’s parents finally stayed with her. For Christmas they
gave her a doll. The doll had blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. Emily was extremely excited. She spun
the doll around, had tea parties with it, and even played garden with it. Emily’s parents were also
excited as Emily had not been happy since they moved to the dark mansion. All family members went to
sleep that night. Emily took her doll and slept with it. The next morning, Emily squeezed her arms to hug
her doll but only hugged herself. Confused, she turned around and saw that the doll was on her study
table. Emily walked over to the doll and pulled it into a hug once again. Emily was a bit creeped out
about the doll moving but just assumed that she had misplaced it last night. Emily was once again alone
and had a few hours to spend before her homeschooling tutor arrived and she decided to try something
new. Emily went to the deep dark basement and pretended to be her doll's mother. Emily put on the
doll’s clothes and pretended to feed her nice warm milk out of a Sippy cup. Emily looked away to find
napkins for her pretend baby. Emily suddenly heard something fall behind her. When Emily turned
around, her doll’s sippy cup was far away from the doll and on the floor, milk dripping out gently. The
doll’s eyes had noticeably changed position to where Emily was now. Emily was creeped out, but let it
slide and went up for school. After school, Emily went for her doll. They played for the rest of the
evening, and no more weird things happened. Emily went to bed with her doll on her nightstand table.
In the middle of the night, Emily woke up. There was a sharp pain all over both her arms and they felt a
little sticky. Emily had wondered what had woken her and rubbed her eyes to prepare to look at her
hurting arms. When she opened it then she found her doll’s blue eyes staring at her with such emptiness
that Emily felt like her heart had been swallowed, torn apart, digested, shredded, then finally thrown in
acid. Emily screamed. Her parents were with her in seconds. Her arms were covered in blood and torn
flesh. Her parents were horrified. Emily was telling then that the doll did it, but her parents just thought
her boredom had driven her insane. Emily put the doll next to her bed, too afraid to sleep. At last, she
took the doll by her hair and threw her out the window. Emily spent the rest of the night washing her
cuts and applying bandages. When she was finished, it was already dawn, so she returned to her room
and tried to sleep. But when her eyes were about to close, she found the doll sitting in a nearby stool,
crossing her legs and watching her. Emily walked out of the room and into the bathroom where she
slept in the bathtub. She woke at noon, and she went down for breakfast. Emily noticed her cereal was
not there. She looked around, still groggy, and found a cereal trail going to the basement. When she
went down the stairs, she heard a small child's voice echoing all around her. Emily was terrified, but she
needed her cereal. Emily walked down the stairs and found her cereal on the floor. She picked it up, but
at that moment the door shut, concealing Emily in the darkness. Emily heard the little kid singing again,
louder this time. Emily was petrified. Her arm hairs stood up and she felt frozen. From her front, Emily
saw glowing blue eyes get closer and closer, until finally Emily saw the doll's face. The doll said exactly
six words and six words only, I like orange juice, not milk. The doll took Emily’s arm, ripped it out of its
socket, and threw it against the wall. Emily stumbled, tripped, and fell. She felt agony unlike anything
else she had ever felt before. The doll whispered in Emily’s ear, “why did you throw me?” The doll threw
Emily into a wall. Emily felt breathless and wished she could die or lose consciousness. But sleep would
not come for a long, long time. Emily withered and squirmed but stopped as the pain was too much. The
doll twisted Emily’s head slowly, using non-human strength. Emily felt her neck muscles snapping and
her bones grinding. Finally, the doll snapped Emily’s neck backwards and Emily fell silent, dead. The doll
has taught Emilly a lesson, she does not like milk.

THE END