A Goofy Story

                                         

                        Hello lovelies, here’s a fun story for this post 🙂

It was a beautiful Christmas Eve as the two cheerful little girls hopped excitedly while watching their mom come through the door with the stuffed garbage bags.    

They knew what time it was when their mother stepped through the door letting the fresh non-permanent snow in the house and the chill of the night air clash with the new heat of the heater.  They knew it was time for them to get presents for Christmas the next day.   It was an all-time joy for them as they clasped their hands in their fronts praying that they were getting the treasures they wanted.  Was it going to be a new Monster High Doll or a Barbie Dream House set, they wouldn’t know until the next day when they unraveled their gifts.  

As their mother walked to her room denying all obvious existence of their gifts one of the little girls piped up 

“Mommy!  Mommy!  Can I take a peek?”  

Their mother giggles.   “I don’t know why you are asking, I ain’t got you nothing.” 

But the little girl knows not to worry.   She will see her present tomorrow morning.  Even if it wasn’t something she was waiting for.  

They both gasped the next day as they saw all of the gifts under the Christmas Tree.  

There were fake janitor sets, big play ovens, Barbie dolls, Monster-High dolls, and mountains and mountains of stuffed animals.   All of those toys are there but only two toys catch their attention. 

                                                     

(This isn’t the exact doll but something similar to it) 

There were two life-size African American Rapunzel dolls.  Staring deeply at the girls with their hooded moving brown eyes.  Grinning with small pink smiles.  The girls admired all of it, especially the long black hair that you could make grow with a button on their necks.  

“Mommy this is so beautiful, where did you get it?”  The youngest sister asks.   

Her mom waves her hand lazily, “Doesn’t matter, as long as you play with it.” 

Both girls nod in unison with big bright smiles.  That was the plan: Play with the dolls.   

All the children play with their Christmas presents.   Don’t they? 

Well, the little girls did.  They loved playing with the luxurious life-size dolls that looked like them.  The best part was that there were two dolls, double the fun (also double the trouble than it was worth.  But we digress.)   

They played with the Rapunzel day in and day out.  Brushing their hair, singing songs with them, making them laugh, and dancing with handsome princes.   It was a joyous time until it got too boring for them.   So, like what most children do, they discard the dolls.  They were done playing with them after the month that followed Christmas.   They were done with dolls.   But dolls weren’t done with them.  

It first started when the girls were playing with their new Kindles in the living room when the dolls were sitting on the couch behind them out of the blue.  Both girls look at each other confusingly. 

“Did you put these there?”  says the older one.  

“No, I didn’t.”  responds the youngest. 

They both give eerie glances while they pick up the dolls. 

“Let’s put these away before momma makes us play with them.” 

They put the dolls in their room closet on the top of the shelf hidden with the dusty spiders. 

The next morning the girls walk into the kitchen, getting ready to fight over who pours the new milk in their cereal first when they scream. 

Sitting with frowning pale pink lips are the Rapunzel.  They are covered in dust from the closet. 

The younger girl screeches. 

“Oh my gosh!!  Who put them there?”  

The older one shivers. 

“Oh no I don’t know.  But we have to get rid of them.”  

They plot with each other.  

The plan was to put the dolls in plastic bags and then throw them in the trash can outside.   No one would ever know they put them in the dumpster. 

So, there they were, standing in the cold, shaking in their Lalaloopsy’s pajamas as one held open the heavy garbage lid. 

“Momma’s gone whoop us.” Says the younger one as she holds the lid in her shaking chilled hands. 

“Only because we might get sick, standing out here,” says the oldest. 

No comments followed after they listened to the two heavy thuds.  

The job was done.  

That night both girls slept peacefully.  Or at least that’s how it started.  They didn’t hear when their bedroom door creaked open.  Didn’t hear the shuffling through the night. 

So, when that morning they both felt something weighing them down on their sides. 

Each of them wakes up and screams louder than wild coyotes. 

The Rapunzels are sitting on their beds covered in apple peels and meat juice.   They both were grinning slyly. 

 

Thank you for reading this story based on True Events. 🙂 

Good day.   

(Feel free to ask any curious questions)