Talk:Annabelle Doll/@comment-76.219.194.64-20200328230807

I am an 11 year old girl and my brother used to hate dolls and I used to love them but this is the story about how 3 Amarican girl dolls curupted my brother. It all atarted when my mom got me 3 dolls for my 4th birthday. 1 looked exactly like me, the other was a rock star girl, and the 3rd one was a girl at a sleep over. I loved the dolls despite them being slightly creepy. But my brother was terrified. He claimed that they would move on there own and tried to strangle him. I remember once I saw the one that looked like me slightly move her arm and I ran out of my room. When me and my girl scout troup went the place where they made the dolls the mini me one got her ars peirced and we had a tea party but in the middle of the party she shouted "Tea time!" and we panicked. On the bus ride home I threw her out of the window and I've never seen her since. For years I have had the other 2 dolls hidden in a brief case under my bed untill when we were moveing to a new house the brief case was open and the dolls were gone. And at the new house the owner left a gift for me... It was the doll I threw out of the window of a bus.