The Haunted Doll

Moving Day

I was really excited. Most kids hate moving, but at my school, I have no friends.
Since I'm moving, I can start fresh and make new friends.
Also, our new house is twice the size of our old house. As our van pulled into the driveway finally, I got out and ran inside.
"Cece, come back for your suitcase!" Mom called.
"I will later!" I said back.
I ran around the house to explore. It had a huge kitchen, three bathrooms, and my room was in the attic.
The attic was a lot bigger than my old room.
When I got up there, I was a little disappointed. The attic was dusty and dark.
Oh well, I guess there's a lot of time to decorate. So the next day, I decorated for the whole day. It looked a lot better than yesterday.
It was pink and white and I managed to get all the dust out. I spent the rest of the day unpacking. When it wad time for bed, I was finally finished.
I was exhausted, but I was happy with the way my room turned out. As I crawled into bed, I felt something under my pillow.
It was a doll. She had brown hair, green eyes, and a bright, painted smile.
Well, I'm in third grade, so I love dolls. I decided to name her Clarice; Claire for short.
I set my doll on my dresser and went to bed.