On a quiet, boring Saturday night, I sat in my kitchen. Alone.

Why, do you ask? Well, I had plans. I really did. But sadly, they were cancelled, so I was stuck here, listening to music and drinking a Coke.

I was a little uneasy that night, too. My brother had gotten an extremely creepy doll for his birthday, and when he opened it the doll looked like it was staring right at me! I made him lock it in his room.

But when I decided I'd had enough of staying awake doing nothing, I heard a noise upstairs. I wondered if I should follow the horror movie survival rules or do the stupid thing.

I did the stupid thing. I went upstairs to investigate. I grabbed a bat from my parents' room and snuck of the stairs. I crept through the hallway and stopped at my brother's door, which sounded like it was being run into every 10 seconds.

"Aiden?" I asked in a tiny voice. The noise stopped completely. I reached out for the knob, my hand shaking. I grasped and pushed quickly. I looked around, seeing nothing. I knew I shouldn't have, but I sighed with relief.

Suddenly the doll that Aiden got for his birthday rushed at me, screaming. I screamed and jumped out of the way. The doll skidded across the carpet and came at me again, still screaming. I clasped my hands over my ears.

"Could you please shut up?" I screamed. The doll stopped suddenly.

"What?" it asked, sounding shocked.

"Do you really need to scream like that?"

"Well I-"

"I have to deal with my brother all day and now I have to deal with a screaming doll?"' I shrieked. "JEEZ!" I stormed off, leaving a very confused doll in the upstairs hallway.