Introducing: Haeleigh Kirksey

For those of you who don’t know, I recently gave a shout out to a little girl named Haeleigh Kirksey on my Twitter page. Haeleigh is only 11 years old and has started writing short horror stories and has even created her own blog to showcase them, check that out here! She is also a very talented artist; which I hope she showcases on her blog as well. I am so excited to watch her talent grow and to see her creative mind in its infancy. Not long ago, I told her that I would be happy to share one of her short stories with all of you fear junkies, and today she came to me with The Doll.

So, for your daily horror fix, I introduce to you Haeleigh Kirksey with The Doll.

Not long ago, a little girl named Hyuko got a doll for Christmas. It was her first Christmas without her mother, who died of cancer 2 months before. As she was walking back to her aunt’s house, a cold breeze made her pull her jacket tight. When she got home, Hyuko, went to see if her aunt and uncle were asleep and they were. She then went to her room and played Charlie Charlie and asked if her mother could come through. The pencil then moved and pointed to yes. What Hyuko didn’t know was that her mother possessed her doll that night, so she didn’t believe her aunt when she said that the doll moved.

“Hyuko, the doll moved! I swear it did!” her aunt would commonly say.

“No, it didn’t. You’re imagining things. There are no such things as possessed dolls!” Hyuko would say back to her.

Her aunt would walk upstairs and hear Hyuko talking to someone.

“Hyuko, who are you talking to…?” her aunt asked.

“Oh, I’m just talking to my doll…” Hyuko said suspiciously.

Her Aunt walked out of her room and put her ear to the door. She could hear Hyuko saying, “Mother, does this bow look good on my doll…?” Hyuko asked her mother’s ghost.

Hyuko’s aunt told her husband that she saw Hyuko’s doll move, but her husband didn’t believe her either.

“You are just paranoid, Hun.” her husband always said to her.

One night, while Hyuko and her uncle slept, the doll crept toward Hyuko’s aunt. Then, the spirit of Hyuko’s mom came out of the doll. Hyuko’s mother, Veronica, went to the piano room and started playing eerie music on the piano. Veronica’s music was so creepy, it sounded like an old music box. Hyuko’s aunt heard the piano, so she decided to investigate.

“Veronica…? Is that you? Are you a ghost…?” Hyuko’s aunt said nervously.

“Yes, it’s me. And yes, I’m a ghost. I’m very disappointed in you, dear sister. You’ve never treated little Hyuko as your own. She deserves a better life than what you are giving her. So, that’s why I must eliminate you from her life. I’m sorry… my dear sister.”

Veronica gets up and walks toward her sister with a knife. She stabs her sister multiple times to make sure that she’s dead. Blood poured everywhere. After Veronica killed her sister, she dragged Hyuko’s aunt and buried her in the woods. Ghost Veronica tells her daughter that her aunt went for a long “nap”.

No one ever found the dead body of Veronica’s sister.

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Siobahn

Siobahn Harris graduated from Southern New Hampshire University with honors, earning her bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing and English with a concentration on fiction writing. She worked for three months editing non-fiction books for Motivational Press and now runs a blog page sharing horror themed short stories and movie reviews. While she enjoys editing, her true passion is using her creativity to create new and unique stories that can truly scare her audience. Her dream is to one day put her writing skills to the test and work with a team to develop a horror themed video game or movie. She plans to continue learning as much as she can about the writing industry to perfect her skills and someday rule the world.

One thought on “Introducing: Haeleigh Kirksey

  1. Hi Haeleigh welcome to world of horror writing! “The Doll” was great and I really like that you used a very unique name for your main character. I wish you lots and lots of success with your writing and blog page!!

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