Leigh Risha Hawthorn's POV.
I gasped as I sat on a large sofa while holding my chest. I turned to Mommy and my younger brother. "Mom, there's a doll moving on the other house. I'm not kidding," I cried and stared at them seriously. I felt chilled when I remember how the doll was blinked at me.
"He's a beautiful doll, but he's moving." I was shaken by the thought. "My, sister Leigh. AreAyou being paranoid again?"
I looked at my younger brother because of what he said, but later I also smiled at him and laughed out loud. They were all confused by my behavior.
"What did you say, Ray? I was paranoid? When did I become paranoid? Hahaha. What are you really saying?" I touched my stomach because of the pain in my laughter.
My brother's eyes narrowed and he seemed to have something more to say, but Daddy suddenly came with a paint brush and a bucket of paint while looking in my direction. He even smiled at me as our eyes met.
"Let's go?" Those were the only words that came out of Daddy's mouth, but I immediately understood him.
My smile reached my ears as I stood up and followed Daddy out of the vacation home where we were staying. Meanwhile, Mommy and Ray were shaken when they saw Daddy and I smiling. We headed straight out of the house towards the big canvas across the door. Daddy and I loves painting so much. In this matter, Daddy and I get along. Ray and Mommy, on the other hand, have a passion for cooking. Funny isn't it? That's why Daddy and I are really closer than Mommy. As a child, I used to watch Daddy when he is painting. Sometimes, he even participates in contests and wins. However, drawing has become his hobby now because he is too busy with his work. Sometimes the two of us draw for our bonding.
"So, what do you want to draw right now, huh?" My dad get the palette beside him and started to blend its color. I do the same using my own pallete.
For a moment, I thought of a beautiful drawing, but suddenly the face of the doll I had seen before entered my mind. I was nervous again when I remembered what happened earlier, but I did not realize the smile that drew on my lips as his gentle face zoomed into my memory. Just like a picture. Hahaha.
"I know, Dad! It's nothing, but who we're going to draw now? Mommy and Ray don't want to believe the doll I'm saying so that's all we're going to draw now." I turned to Daddy and caught him with a strange smile.
"What is the shape of the doll you are talking about, daughter?" He asked me with a smile.
"Wait, Dad. I'll draw him first." I picked up a pencil next to the bucket Daddy had brought earlier.
The smile I had never left before suddenly disappeared. I devoted my whole focus to drawing while remembering the doll face I had seen earlier. A few minutes later I finished drawing on the canvas. I took a deep breath and smiled at Daddy next to me.
"That's the boy doll, Daddy. Beautiful, isn't it?"
Daddy did not answer me and he just remained an silent in what I drew. "
Why, Dad? Is there a problem?" I asked him worriedly.
His stare is different from what I drew. "Nak, that boy..." He turned to me and stared at me.
I frowned at his behavior.
"He's awesome and beautiful indeed." Daddy smiled in amazement and patted my back. "You're really good at this. Good job, Leigh Risha."
I smiled at what Daddy indicated. I wondered what he was going to say. I thought he had seen the doll behind me. Hahaha.
"Tss. That's not really good especially if you don't have permission to someone that you use to be a model."
Suddenly my whole body stiffened when I heard a voice from behind me. I felt even more nervous when I saw Daddy's eyes widen as he looked behind me.
"D-D-D-Dad..." I slapped my chest slightly to normalize the flow of blood in my system and when the fear I was feeling now disappeared. Even though my chest was pounding, I slowly turned my back to find out if my suspicion was correct. When I confronted him, I firmly closed my two eyes and counted to three before staring again. I took a step back to see the male doll riding in a wheelchair in front of me.
"D-D-D-Dad, the doll speaks." I was not able to turn to Daddy because my attention was focused on the doll companion.
There was an old man standing behind the doll and he was smiling at me.
"Grandpa, do you own that doll?" I asked the old man standing behind the doll.
Come on, wait. Does the grandfather intend to pass the doll on to me because he is old? Can he be here now in front of our house?
"Ah, Grandpa. I'm sorry, but I don't like dolls, especially dolls that speak. Just give him to someone else. Don't bother me because he might even be like Anabelle every night." I felt horrified again because of the thought.
The doll's eyes narrowed at what I said while Grandpa laughed out loud because of what I said.
"Hija, he is Jyle Aizen Martins and I am his Grandfather. He is not a doll like you think." Grandpa laughed at me again and smiled at me.
Eh ?! He is not a doll?