Yes this is going to be another doll one. I freaking hate dolls. Their creepy. But this one, also again, is not one of my own. I heard this one from a good friend of mine.

~ I had to find one for my 3 year old daughter. It was her birthday the next day. I had gone to so many stores I lost count. I decided to go to one more store before I gave up. I asked an employee if there was an educational doll for a 3 year old girl. He hesitated for a while. He finally spoke. "There is one doll. Her name is Count to Ten Sally." He told me. He paused again and looked deep in thought and worried. "But there is something wrong with her," He added. He was about to speak again but I interuppted him by telling him I'll buy her. He gave me a worried look but soon agreed to let me take her. I walked up to the cashier after I found the doll. The cashier but her into the bag before I payed which confused me. As I gave the money to her, I could have sworn I saw the bag move but I thought it was my imagination.

I placed the doll on the wrapping paper and curled it around the doll. i walked down the stairs holding the wrapped doll in my arms. I placed the doll in front of my daughter and she ripped open the paper. I huge grin appeared on her face. She hugged the doll tightly. She held the doll in her arms the rest of the party.

My daughter twisted a knob on the dolls back and the doll whired as she turned on. " I'm Count to Ten Sally. Will you count to ten with me?" She asked. I closed the door behind me once I heard my daughter counting to to with her doll.

The next morning, my daughter walked down the stairs holding her doll close to her chest. I smiled at her but my smile faded once I saw her arm. It had ten straight cuts moving up horizontally until her shoulder. "Honey, what were you doing last night?" I asked her trying to keep my voice from shaking. " I counted to ten with Sally." She said smiling. I nodded to show that I understood. This continued after three nights. Every morning, my beautiful daughter would walk down the stairs with that doll I became more suspicious with. I always asked her what she did that night. The answer was always the same. She always said she was counting with that stupid doll. She had ten cuts on all her limbs. Thats when I decided to put in a video camera in the room. I watched the little tv that showed what my daughter was doing.

Sure enough she was counting with Sally but I gaasped and covered my mouth with my hands. The doll moved and started to slide a knife up my daughters body. She made it up to nine on my daughters body and my breath stopped as I saw the doll rise the knife again. She had no more room to cut! Or did she? CRAP! The knife made contact with my daughters neck and sliced right through. The doll looked at the camera and all the sudden the screen I was looking at went all static. I heard the door open behind me. I turned around slowly and saw my biggest nightmare. "I'm Count to Ten Sally. Will you count to ten with me?" The doll cooed. She sprung at me. I dodged and Sally smashed into the wall. Shattering like glass. I let out a sigh. I was free from the hideous doll.