It happened 30 years ago. One day I was walking home from school. I saw that a new family had moved into near my house. They were older married couple but they had a little son who look like around 5 years old. He wore a yellow shirt, white socks and black shoes. He was holding a doll in his arms. The doll had a yellow shirt like him. In fact, it looked almost exactly like a miniature version the boy. Every day, on my way home to school, I saw a little boy. He was always sitting there outside his home and holding the doll in his arms and he like to watching me when walking pass his home. There was something about the way he stared at me and the cold, dark look in his eyes that really unnerved me. One day had an old lady who live next door and she very inquisitive. She was one of these old women who knows everything about everyone. She grabbed me by the arm and she had something to tell me. She wants to talk about the family just moved into near my house. She told me they're not good people. I've heard that they're always on the move and never stay anywhere for long. And that son of theirs... Did you know that she's adopted? She’s not right in the head either. I’ve heard rumors that she’s the offspring of the devil and that doll she carries around is not a doll at all but a demon made in his image… Three years later, when he was only 8 years old, he died suddenly. He drank an entire bottle of bleach and it corroded his insides. He dies in tremendous pain, screaming and crying in agony as his organs slowly broke down and dissolved. The doctors ruled it an accident, but everybody suspected he had taken his own life. His parents were devastated. Nobody could explain why a boy so young would do like that. A week after the funeral, his mother and father moved out of the house. It held too many bad memories. As they were going through his bedroom and packing up her belongings, they found something glued to the back of her mirror. It was a photo of boy and the doll.