The Staring Doll

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: The Imaginarium

Submitted: March 19, 2018

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The century year old doll stares at me with those plastic life-like eyes. Lips painted with the deepest red the factory could produce. Its curly black hair descending from its plastic skull with ribbons decorating it further. The dolls body covered by a fashion design long since extinct, but there it sits with those hallow eyes staring at me. No movement, just steadily sitting there gazing with those eyes into the very core of my soul. A soul that is now shaking as it only stares back.

My legs quivering rapidly and my heart pounding inside my chest ready to explode like a time bomb keep me from moving away. Cut and bruised by such a fragile thing I sit and glare into its heartless, and dead eyes. Though it looks innocent and charming, its very looks are deceiving. It lies to you effortlessly. What you see is hardly a fraction of what the dolls true nature is capable of. What you see is a toy, but what I see is a demon.

It’s a doll consumed by evil spirits that took my family’s life away. Their bodies mutilated and scattered around the house like bread crumbs. Only the bread crumbs lead you to a sickening vision unable to escape your mind.

It’s well past midnight and the doll is still staring at me with those hallowed eyes, and all I can do is helplessly stare back into them. We’ve played hours of hide and seek and it left me here on the floor fitting for my life to survive, but soon by morning the game will have come to its end.

Here it comes. The quick jolting of the body left to right like a robot. Then there goes the staring again. There goes the wink from its eye. Finally the knife is pulled.


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