That VooDoo (My Story)

The fluroecent moon hung proudly in the night sky, Whilst the stars twinkled their vibrant colours, You could see a small chink of light from the graceful setting sun. Normally Olivia would just ignore the scenery, But tonight, Tonight was differant. She struggled to stay away, As if someone, Something for that matter, was calling her, So she keenly slipped on her shoes and went for a stroll down the field. The cool, gentle breeze of the wind and the glow of the ghastly moonlight made her feel... unusually peaceful and safe

Suddenly she saw a streak of light and a mist of black in the corner of her eye. She knew she shouln't go, but her curiosity got the better of her. She slowly turned around and headed in the direction of the sighting. Something grabbed her leg and made her fall over, She screamed, squirmed and flayed her legs and arms until she realised it wasnt going to hurt her. Then she looked at her leg and recoiled at the sight...


A Voodoo doll. It was a peachy orange color, and black button eyes that seemed to cut through you like a knife. Olivia picked it up and examined the green, leafy like 'spikes' running all the way from the middle of its head to the middle of its back. For a while she stood there, staring into its 'eyes' They soon softened up and became more gentle.

Looking all around her, Olivia picked the doll up by its litte hand and ran home, She ran as fast as she could in fear that someone might see her and ask her what she had been up to.