that doll

Its now officially morning probably around 9:45 a.m .I couldn't sleep considering the fact that that doll kept getting to me. I wonder why she's even keeping it. I decided to take a shower and head downstairs for breakfast. I opened my closet and what I saw made me scream so loud... my mom raced in and her face was horrified. In my closet it was... was that ...that doll. My mom looked at me and looked at the doll then she fell to her knees and began to cry. I didn't understand why so I kept silent. then she looked at me and yelled "WHY DID YOU GO INTO THAT BASEMENT"! . "WHY CANT YOU BE A GOOD GIRL AND LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER"! I was so shocked I couldn't say anything. My mom never yelled at me before. I couldn't understand why she was so mad over a doll. Then I shyfully asked "Why are you so angry mom"? I regret saying that because her face turned red she then rose up off the ground and slapped me. I fell back slamming into the wall. She then said "don't come out this room. do you understand". I shook my head yes, and she left leaving the doll in here. As soon as she left out I heard her lock the door. Tears poured out my eyes I was so shocked. She never hit me before. Why was she all of a sudden behaving so strangely? I dried my eyes and picked up the doll and headed towards my bed.