Ring Around the Rosie

I dart down the hall, gasping for air, Constantly checking behind me to see if I've lost her. I stop for just a moment to catch my breath, and BAM, Rosie is standing there. Right in front of me. Those little black glossy eyes, her curly brown locks, laying against her cold porcelain cheek. Then the music starts playing "Ring around the Rosie. Pocket full of posies. Ashes, Ashes We all fall down." It continues to play slowly, giving you chills up your spine. Then you hear it "Run before I catch you."

I dash down the stairs, run as quickly as I can out the back door. I head for the forest behind the house about a half-mile away. As I approached the trees, I hid behind the tallest tree I could find to try to catch my breath. My side is cramping up from the lack of oxygen. I raise my hands above my head to quickly collect my breath when the music starts playing again " Ring around the Rosie. Pocket full of posies. Ashes, Ashes We all fall down." I look around the tree to see Rosie (this two-foot porcelain doll) Creepily walking toward the forest, directly in my direction. I take off running, trying to save myself. I trip over a root from this tree that was sticking above the ground. As I turned to sit up to check and see if my ankle was bleeding, BAM, there she was, not even twelve inches from my face. At that moment, I was jolted awake from my best friend shaking me.

"C'mon Ashley, the bell has rung," said Sarah as she was grabbing her textbooks off her desk. "What's wrong?" she asked because she could see the fear and nervousness in my face as I took my math book off my desk. We started walking to our lockers to put our books away so we could head to my house. As we approached my locker, I open it, and Sarah throws her textbooks inside and grabs the locker door, leaning against the locker door she asks me if I am ok. With the look of fear in my eyes, she instantly knew what was going on and got scared herself. School had just gotten over, so we grabbed our jackets and walked about five blocks to my house. No one was home because my mother worked at the hospital about ten miles away, so we knew she wouldn't be home until the middle of the night.

Sarah and I walked up the front stairs to the porch and immediately sat on the wooden porch swing that we always sit on after school. She looked at me, and I could hear the fear in her voice when she said, "Ashley..." I cut her off because I knew what she was about to say. I instantly looked up at her and put my hand over her mouth. "Don't you even say it!" I told her. "but Ashley," she said as she cringed. "We should have never touched porcelain doll in the attic."

We headed inside my three-story house. As we walked up the stairs from the living room to the second floor, all you could hear was the creaking of the old wooden floors. We sat our backpacks on my bed when I turned and noticed the porcelain doll was not sitting on my bedside table where we had left it. In its place was the name Rosie carved into the side table. I turned to Sarah as she was standing there trembling. I told her that I was going back up to the attic. She grabbed my arm, trying to stop me. I pulled away. "Ashely, I'm scared," Sarah said as she fought tears. "I am going up there whether you come or not." I turned back around and proceeded to walk out of the room. Sarah quickly runs up behind me and grabs my shirt. She nearly tripped me, I knew she grabbed my shirt because she was scared, so I let it be. I open the door to the attic stairs, "CREAK" went the door. A chilling breeze came over us as we stood there looking up at the top of the stairs. I kept going tiptoeing up each step, nervous as ever. The attic was the entire top floor of the house. We walked past a bunch of old things. We kept on walking to the spot where we had found the doll. Sure enough, the porcelain doll was sitting on top of an old dresser where we had found it the first time.

We grabbed the doll and headed back to my room. We plopped down on my bed after setting Rosie on my dresser and started talking about how our day at school went when we heard the music playing "Ring around the Rosie. Pocket full of posies. Ashes, Ashes We all fall down." We both turn our heads to look at Rosie, petrified just as the doll turned its head toward us. We took off running down the stairs. We get to the bottom of the stairs as my mom walks through the front door. We turned around to find that the doll had disappeared. Sarah and I both franticly freaking out, go to her and try to explain what just happened. She did not believe us. She said we were making it up, trying to trick her, and told us to go back to my room because it was approaching midnight and we had school the next day. After catching our breaths, we walk back up the stairs get to my room to find that the doll was gone. Once we had finally convinced ourselves that it did not happen, we climbed into bed and started falling asleep. Just, when we heard it again, "Ring around the Rosie. Pocket full of posies. Ashes, Ashes We all fall down."