Mommy, my mirror talks to ME

Chapter 3

Somehow I didn't feel scared because I was still sleepy and didn't really care much about the doll.
It was a holiday so I was happy. I wasn't really fond of going to school.

I went to the kitchen and saw my mom making breakfast.
"Morning sweetie," she said as soon as she saw me.

"Morning, Mommy. Is Misty still asleep?" I asked.

"Yes she is still sleeping."

I was really missing Dad and I hoped that he would come soon.

"Bailey, you should take care of your toys. I found one of your dolls in my room and it had its eyes missing." Mommy said.

I was shocked.
How could that doll be in her room. That was strange.

"Mommy, that isn't my doll. It must be Misty's," I said in my defense.

"Bailey, you know that Misty doesn't play with dolls. She is too young."

I couldn't understand much so I just thought that I might have kept the doll in mommy's room. Maybe I was too sleepy to recollect that.

I had breakfast and went back to my room.
The doll was sitting right in the middle of my bed.

"Mommy!" I screamed.

She came running to my room.
"What happened?"

I started crying.
"That doll Mommy. It's here."

"You must have brought it here Bailey. I'll just throw it away. It doesn't seem of much use to me anymore," saying this Mommy picked up the doll and took it outside.

I tried not to think about all that happened and just played with Misty.

It was soon dark and I was somewhat afraid to sleep in my room but I had to.

Once again I was woken up by some strange sound.
It was coming from that mirror.

"Bailey...come here"

I sat on my bed looking at the mirror. I couldn't see myself but the doll.
I just hoped that I was dreaming.

The doll was moving her head from right to left and vice versa.

Bailey...come closer

I just ran to Mommy's room.

"Mommy wake up."

"What happened Bailey? Why aren't you in your room?" She asked.

"I can't sleep there. Mommy, my mirror talks to me."