New doll fails to impress in first attempt to haunt

My first evening with the haunted doll, I'm going to call her Marlene, was largely uneventful. She not only failed to wake me at the horrifyingly pre-determined time of 3:30 am, but ironically enough, I slept like a baby. I briefly dreamed about a new movie I'm developing but other than that, I was in no mood to deal with the craziness of the condemned. I fastened a button of my stunningly handsome 1987 Little League photo upon the haunted plastic corpse and gave her a token of one of my trips to France. Admittedly, her stupid hat may have moved like one millimeter in the past 6 hours but that was probably a result of Mr. Squeakers jumping onto my desk looking for Sour Patch Kids. So far, no dice ghost hunters. I'll keep you updated.