My name is Britney and I'm 12 years old. My parents dragged me out to the middle of nowhere away from my hometown and my friends. All I have now is my goody two shoes sister, and my dog Benji. To make things worse my Dad got this real ugly doll with the creepiest smile I've ever seen. It was just laying around here. Maybe it found us? Some weird things started the day we moved in. As usual, I got the blame. I needed to know what was going on, but all the evidence was making me look crazy. I could have sworn the doll moved some times. But it couldn't really be alive.....right?