| 第 1 页：英语原文 |
| 第 2 页：中文翻译 |
I ran over to the light switch and turned it on. The singing stopped immediately. I remember catching a glimpse of my clock on my bed stand...it read in large, red numbers 12:00. I stood, frozen in my stance. I thought for a minute that I must have imagined the singing. So I turned off the light, and went back to my bed. Within another minute, the singing began once again. That was it. I flung the blankets off of me, and ran to turn on the light switch once again. Before I did, I tried to listen more closely as to where the voice was coming from. It was coming from the doll. I turned on the light, and as predicted the singing stopped. I picked up the doll and at first thought, "Wow! A singing doll...how cool!!" I then turned the doll over onto it's front, and undid the back of the dress. I checked to see if there was some kind of battery station or switch. There was none to be found. The fear once again took over my body. I took the doll into my mom's room, and shook her awake, explaining what I had witnessed. She didn't believe me and sent me back to my bedroom. I kept the light on and I didn't hear the lullaby again that night.
