Ghostly Doll

I bought a doll at an antique shop. It was a place where I liked to stop. Homeward bound, we went together. Winter upon us ooooh stormy weather. Excited, couldn’t wait to display her. Eyes of blue and pretty black shoes. A shimmering taffeta dress, beautiful rhinestones adorned her hair. I laid her on my desk. A beauty she was, in her fancy flair. Her eyes were strange though, - they followed me everywhere. Uncomfortable I was to say the least. Should I still give her to my niece? I thought about her day after day, Many strange happenings came my way. I laid her on my desk, but found her on the floor. I closed everything up, yet found an open door. She was a rather beautiful doll, 39 inches, or more- very tall. Cute as a button you might say. Think I’m going to get rid of her today. I wrapped her in tissue paper, Laid her in the back seat of my car. Drove until I was so far away, Had to find a place for her to lay. I dropped her from a cliff, stood and watched her drift. Brushed my hands together, thought I was quite clever. Drove home, smiling all the way. A feeling of relief, here to stay. A huge sigh as I entered my home. Heard the ringing of my telephone. Hurried to my office to answer the call. There on my desk was that old antique doll.