March 19 (PM), 2026
9.15 pm, I'm not even writing a full entry. The doll I have next to my bed just moved it's head and is now looking at me. Absolutely not. I'm not looking up at it again. It was looking a different way a few minutes agom like, it's head is now facing the wrong way.
Also the second I acknowledged it, my wifi has completely gone out. Night before last I heard breathing in my room with no pets present. I swear to God if there's anything in my damn house I'm gonna lose it. I do not desire to be a creepypasta protag tonight. No-siree bob.
It's a doll like Barbie if anyone is wondering, they're called Sparkle Girlz. These little shits can't move on their own. I am probably gonna move it. I am way too tired to deal with the prospect of a haunted doll. I know it sounds crazy, but if you believe in ghosts, you understand.
-Scribble
P.S. I am aware this looks like a bad start to a creepypasta, but I don't care. And why am I typing instead of doing something? I don't wanna look back up at the doll.
Edit from the future. 03/20/2026
I am a little stupid. I was kinda on allergy meds last night, and it turns out that plus being tired plus the doll getting knocked by my cat meant that I thought the doll moved on it's own. My sibling is laughing at me over this. If you find this, please assume I have hidden it somewhere as an easter egg out of embarresment.
