The Haunted Clown Doll

I wanted to get something special for my little girl and time was running out. I was coming home after the weekend, after going to my Aunts' funeral. She had been ill but no one expected her to die so suddenly. I went to be with my family, and since Katie didn't know most of the relatives, I left her home with her father. Jake hadn't got to spend much time bonding with her and he did not know my Aunt Sandy either. We weren't been married that long and we hadn't gotten back to Vermont since we had been married. I hate to admit it was just too much hassle. I had been pregnant and it was a difficult pregnancy. We didn expect to start a family so soon, so things just moved too fast, and we moved to slow. Now I was sorry we hadn't gone back to visit and it was too late.

I already stopped and got Jake a book by one of his favorite authors, so now I needed to get something for Katie. She would soon be four and she loved dolls and clowns too. I don't know why I sure didn't! When I saw the little antique store with the little clown doll in the window, I knew that was what I wanted to get for her. Leaving the store I could not help thinking, what on earth possessed me to buy this? It was cute enough, as far as clowns go. But I figured that just because I didn't like clowns, there was no need to deprive my daughter.

I thought;Okay, I will bond with this thing. So on a whim I propped it up. I mean her. I propped her on the front seat in the passenger seat and put the seat belt on her.

Well, I guess you and I may as well learn to be friends for Katie;s sake," I said to her.