Post by Archangel Gabriel on Nov 1, 2006 19:10:21 GMT -5
This is a short story I did (kaerF is a name I started using after I registerd here, so that's why it's not my name) a little while ago. This is my first atempt at a horror type story, and since I can't scare people, it's not meant to be scarry. Critisism encouraged.
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The Doll
Dearly beloved reader: Please, help me! I have prayed to God to help me and now He has given it to me in the form of this pen and paper. The horror I faced to get these… But that is another story. If only I could write my whole tale, then I would be certain to get help. But alas, it is too long…
What follows here is a mere shadow of the whole tale. Believe me there were many more disturbing thoughts, voices, dreams. But paper is limited. But where to start? Oh yes! The man. If, indeed he was a man at all…He most defiantly must have been a demon in disguise. What he did changed my life forever. What did he do though? He gave me the doll. The demon doll, the incarnate of the devil himself. The Doll I dare not let go of else it give me more misery…
The man told me it would be my guardian angel. Angel? Ha! The very thought is heresy. And all this from a man who dared to call himself a priest. A follower of God, in all His glory! But his story isn’t mine. What little of his that does belong to me is that I was lost and he came to me. I could even then tell he wasn’t to be trusted, so when he asked what was wrong I lied to him. But the devil sees all… he knew my lie, and he punished me for it. He reached into a bag he had and pulled out a doll, which he gave to me. He told me to always hold it tight, as it didn’t like to be let go. He told me that it would protect me. Once he left I ran until I found my way home.
Why didn’t I burn the damn thing? All I did was through it in the closet, as if the closet could hold the monster within it. How long did it rest there? I don’t know. But one day when I was cleaning out my closet I found it. I smiled at it for a moment, but oh! I recall it had a tear on one arm which was gone now. I dismissed it that my mother had sewn it, or that I imagined the scar. If only I had seen it for what it was then! I left it the table by my bed. If only I hadn’t! But I did and I paid dearly for it…
That night I came home and ran straight to my room. I had just had a fight with my best friend. I felt such hatred towards him. My hatred had awakened The Dolls maleficent nature. I went to bed and before I knew it I was awake. It was the last dreamless sleep I ever had.
When I went downstairs I turned on the TV. The news was on. They were reporting on the death of a teenager who drove a car off a cliff. It was my best friend. All I could do was to stare at the TV. Then I ran to the room and pretended it didn’t happen. Why didn’t I see it then? Why couldn’t I see it was all The Dolls fault?
That night my father came into the room screaming about me missing school. I couldn’t tell him what happened. I was ignoring it, because if I ignore something it might go away. But it didn’t…
That night I did dream. My first dream through the eyes of The Doll. I watched as The Doll got off my bed and crept to the door. I watched it silently creep into my parents room. I could see my mom’s shadow from the open bathroom door. I could see my dad already asleep. I saw it reach out and grab a pillow. I saw my father’s life get smothered away. Then I watched as it went back into my room and sat itself on my bed. Then everything went black.
I awoke to the sound of a scream. It was my mother. I ran to her room and found my father. Dead. My mother was screaming wildly. One of the neighbors must have called the cops. She was arrested because only me and her could have done it. She plead guilty, but really even then I knew it wasn’t her. It was The Doll. She only plead guilty to protect me.
I was placed in foster care. My foster parents weren’t bad, even though I became a sort of problem child. I rarely went to school, would run off whenever I felt like it, and picked up a drug habit. I didn’t have any friends anymore. Except, of course The Doll. My guardian angel, right? Well, for awhile it seemed like that was true.
But then one day when I decided I wanted to go to school some kids ran up to me and decided to mess with me. They grabbed The Doll and threw it to one another well I ran around trying to get it. I started crying, which made them laugh more. All the excitement attracted a teacher who stopped the kids. I grabbed The Doll and run. If only I had left it with one of them… No! It is my burden alone…
That night I dreamt through The Dolls eyes again. It went into a house. There a saw it go up to one of the kids from earlier. My guardian angel exacting my revenge… The Doll had a knife in its hands. I saw it walking up to the kid who was screaming, though I couldn’t here a sound. The kid said something I didn’t here, then The Doll struck. The kid died instantly. I hope. The Doll may have dragged the death out, being a maleficent creature.
I wish it had stopped there, but it did not. I watched The Doll go to another house. Inside was the same thing. A cowering kid who had bothered me earlier. Silent screaming, then death. And again, for a third time the same thing. Then The Doll returned home.
When I woke and saw the bloody doll in my hands and bloody knife by my side I ran. I ran and never looked back. I didn’t know where I was going, I just ran.
When I couldn’t run anymore I collapsed. I rolled into the gutter on the side of the street where I stayed for a long time. I stared at The Doll. Oh why? Why didn’t I destroy it, send it back to the Hell it came from? But I couldn’t! I didn’t realize then, but it already had hold on me. So I held it tight knowing exactly what it was.
After awhile I ran some more. I fell asleep in an alleyway.
I woke up feeling refreshed. I set out, no longer running. I had run enough. Always heading the opposite way from which I came. I was really hungry, but I didn’t know what to do to get food.
I saw someone selling fruits out of a cart on the side of the street. ‘Steal some’ a voice said. It was the voice of The Doll. I had never heard it before, and yet… why was it so familiar? A voice I’d get to know far to well. The only voice that still talks to me. “No’ I muttered. ‘You have to eat.’ it said. “But…but what if we’re caught?” I asked. ‘Then I’ll deal with it.’ it said. I couldn’t let that happen again. “No!” I screamed. Everyone stared at me. I ran, but not far.
That evening I went back. The fruit vendor was still there. When I thought no one was looking I grabbed some fruit and started to run. The vendor came after me, yelling for me to stop. I dropped the fruit said I was sorry and left.
That night I tried not to sleep. The Doll begged me to, it said it would get me food, which made me fight sleep even more. Eventually when I couldn’t resist anymore I fell asleep and when I did I dreamt again. The Doll went up to the fruit seller, but why was he still there? Was he packing up? Was it dawn and he was getting ready to set up? Who knows. It doesn’t really matter. The seller said something which I couldn’t hear. The Doll broke the glass with its hand. It grabbed a large piece of glass. It started slowly at the vendor, then without warning it ran at the poor person. It sliced open the victims neck. The Doll then grabbed the cart and ran back to where I was sleeping.
I woke up and looked around. Sure enough, there was the fruit and the bloody doll. I looked at The Dolls hand. It wasn’t altered in the slightest! The damned thing couldn’t be harmed… I noticed my own hand. A there was a rat by it. No doubt hoping to make a meal of me! I smacked the vile creature away, but it must have bitten me already, for I was bleeding badly.
I ate the fruit. It hadn’t occurred to me that a life was wiped out just so I wouldn’t go hungry. I’m appalled at how calm I was at the time. At how calm I had been ever since the whole thing started. I took The Doll and left my shelter, not caring that we were blood covered.
I went to the docks. Many people were watching me. A police officer was running at me. It didn’t matter though, or at least wouldn’t in a moment. I dropped The Doll into the ocean. As soon as I did for the first time I felt truly afraid. I jumped in after it. I felt as if I had thrown away a piece of me. I could never again part from it.
After retrieving it I was fished out by someone. It was the police officer. I knew what would happen. The cop brought me into the police station. After my wound was addressed (It was not very serious, and given the circumstances it was not necessary for me to go to the hospital.) I was questioned. They asked my name. I said nothing. They asked where I lived. I said nothing. They asked me where the blood came from. I could only reply in silence.
‘Sleep now.’ The Doll said. “Don’t you hear it?” I asked the officers looked at me. ‘Sleep now and leave them to me.’ One officer came up to me “Here what?” He asked. He reached his hand toward me. I smacked it away and said “Leave me alone. Please.” The officer smiled. “We only want to help.” he said. The Doll persisted on ‘Let me kill them.’ “No…” I said. “No?” An officer asked. ‘Come on. It will be quick.’ “No.” I said. “What do you mean?” The officer said. “Who are you talking to?” The Doll stared at me. How could they not see it!? How could they not hear it!? The Doll said ‘Do it. Now, or you’ll kill us both!’ I couldn’t stand it any longer. “The Doll!” Screamed. “The Doll killed them! All of them! It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t do it…” They didn’t believe me. They all said I did it. They locked me in this room. They took my doll away! I yelled and screamed for it. I screamed until they had no choice but to give it back to me. Then I never let go of it again.
‘Don’t worry’ It said. ‘The bad people that put you here are all dead. Even after what you did I’ll always protect you.’ I just cried.
There, now I have told you my story. Now I implore your help. The Doll, it’s angry with me. It’s angry that I have told you these things. It doesn’t want you to read. It tells me I threaten myself by telling you this. Oh! I feel you shouldn’t have to bother saving me now. I shall be dead by the time you read this. I am a threat to myself and threats must be eliminated. The Doll has claimed another victim. Which shall also be it’s last. In my last breath, besides scratching these lines, I plunge the very blade The Doll used to kill me into it’s infernal heart. The world may never learn to fear of this doll. I will sleep now. And I will not dream.
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Dearly beloved reader: Please do not think of this as an average story. For, although, it is clearly fiction, it’s author truly believed in it. I received these pages from a friend of mine that works in the asylum. He found her dead and thought I would be the best person to do it justice. The author was a deranged individual who created this fantastic myth to avoid the fact that they had killed them all (except the best friend who was drunk and probably swerved due to lack of judgment). I’ll let make sense of the story, because for the most part the only person around was the author, whom we can’t trust, so I can’t tell you exactly what happened.
Sincerely
-kaerF-
The Chronicler Of Misjudged Tails
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The Doll
Dearly beloved reader: Please, help me! I have prayed to God to help me and now He has given it to me in the form of this pen and paper. The horror I faced to get these… But that is another story. If only I could write my whole tale, then I would be certain to get help. But alas, it is too long…
What follows here is a mere shadow of the whole tale. Believe me there were many more disturbing thoughts, voices, dreams. But paper is limited. But where to start? Oh yes! The man. If, indeed he was a man at all…He most defiantly must have been a demon in disguise. What he did changed my life forever. What did he do though? He gave me the doll. The demon doll, the incarnate of the devil himself. The Doll I dare not let go of else it give me more misery…
The man told me it would be my guardian angel. Angel? Ha! The very thought is heresy. And all this from a man who dared to call himself a priest. A follower of God, in all His glory! But his story isn’t mine. What little of his that does belong to me is that I was lost and he came to me. I could even then tell he wasn’t to be trusted, so when he asked what was wrong I lied to him. But the devil sees all… he knew my lie, and he punished me for it. He reached into a bag he had and pulled out a doll, which he gave to me. He told me to always hold it tight, as it didn’t like to be let go. He told me that it would protect me. Once he left I ran until I found my way home.
Why didn’t I burn the damn thing? All I did was through it in the closet, as if the closet could hold the monster within it. How long did it rest there? I don’t know. But one day when I was cleaning out my closet I found it. I smiled at it for a moment, but oh! I recall it had a tear on one arm which was gone now. I dismissed it that my mother had sewn it, or that I imagined the scar. If only I had seen it for what it was then! I left it the table by my bed. If only I hadn’t! But I did and I paid dearly for it…
That night I came home and ran straight to my room. I had just had a fight with my best friend. I felt such hatred towards him. My hatred had awakened The Dolls maleficent nature. I went to bed and before I knew it I was awake. It was the last dreamless sleep I ever had.
When I went downstairs I turned on the TV. The news was on. They were reporting on the death of a teenager who drove a car off a cliff. It was my best friend. All I could do was to stare at the TV. Then I ran to the room and pretended it didn’t happen. Why didn’t I see it then? Why couldn’t I see it was all The Dolls fault?
That night my father came into the room screaming about me missing school. I couldn’t tell him what happened. I was ignoring it, because if I ignore something it might go away. But it didn’t…
That night I did dream. My first dream through the eyes of The Doll. I watched as The Doll got off my bed and crept to the door. I watched it silently creep into my parents room. I could see my mom’s shadow from the open bathroom door. I could see my dad already asleep. I saw it reach out and grab a pillow. I saw my father’s life get smothered away. Then I watched as it went back into my room and sat itself on my bed. Then everything went black.
I awoke to the sound of a scream. It was my mother. I ran to her room and found my father. Dead. My mother was screaming wildly. One of the neighbors must have called the cops. She was arrested because only me and her could have done it. She plead guilty, but really even then I knew it wasn’t her. It was The Doll. She only plead guilty to protect me.
I was placed in foster care. My foster parents weren’t bad, even though I became a sort of problem child. I rarely went to school, would run off whenever I felt like it, and picked up a drug habit. I didn’t have any friends anymore. Except, of course The Doll. My guardian angel, right? Well, for awhile it seemed like that was true.
But then one day when I decided I wanted to go to school some kids ran up to me and decided to mess with me. They grabbed The Doll and threw it to one another well I ran around trying to get it. I started crying, which made them laugh more. All the excitement attracted a teacher who stopped the kids. I grabbed The Doll and run. If only I had left it with one of them… No! It is my burden alone…
That night I dreamt through The Dolls eyes again. It went into a house. There a saw it go up to one of the kids from earlier. My guardian angel exacting my revenge… The Doll had a knife in its hands. I saw it walking up to the kid who was screaming, though I couldn’t here a sound. The kid said something I didn’t here, then The Doll struck. The kid died instantly. I hope. The Doll may have dragged the death out, being a maleficent creature.
I wish it had stopped there, but it did not. I watched The Doll go to another house. Inside was the same thing. A cowering kid who had bothered me earlier. Silent screaming, then death. And again, for a third time the same thing. Then The Doll returned home.
When I woke and saw the bloody doll in my hands and bloody knife by my side I ran. I ran and never looked back. I didn’t know where I was going, I just ran.
When I couldn’t run anymore I collapsed. I rolled into the gutter on the side of the street where I stayed for a long time. I stared at The Doll. Oh why? Why didn’t I destroy it, send it back to the Hell it came from? But I couldn’t! I didn’t realize then, but it already had hold on me. So I held it tight knowing exactly what it was.
After awhile I ran some more. I fell asleep in an alleyway.
I woke up feeling refreshed. I set out, no longer running. I had run enough. Always heading the opposite way from which I came. I was really hungry, but I didn’t know what to do to get food.
I saw someone selling fruits out of a cart on the side of the street. ‘Steal some’ a voice said. It was the voice of The Doll. I had never heard it before, and yet… why was it so familiar? A voice I’d get to know far to well. The only voice that still talks to me. “No’ I muttered. ‘You have to eat.’ it said. “But…but what if we’re caught?” I asked. ‘Then I’ll deal with it.’ it said. I couldn’t let that happen again. “No!” I screamed. Everyone stared at me. I ran, but not far.
That evening I went back. The fruit vendor was still there. When I thought no one was looking I grabbed some fruit and started to run. The vendor came after me, yelling for me to stop. I dropped the fruit said I was sorry and left.
That night I tried not to sleep. The Doll begged me to, it said it would get me food, which made me fight sleep even more. Eventually when I couldn’t resist anymore I fell asleep and when I did I dreamt again. The Doll went up to the fruit seller, but why was he still there? Was he packing up? Was it dawn and he was getting ready to set up? Who knows. It doesn’t really matter. The seller said something which I couldn’t hear. The Doll broke the glass with its hand. It grabbed a large piece of glass. It started slowly at the vendor, then without warning it ran at the poor person. It sliced open the victims neck. The Doll then grabbed the cart and ran back to where I was sleeping.
I woke up and looked around. Sure enough, there was the fruit and the bloody doll. I looked at The Dolls hand. It wasn’t altered in the slightest! The damned thing couldn’t be harmed… I noticed my own hand. A there was a rat by it. No doubt hoping to make a meal of me! I smacked the vile creature away, but it must have bitten me already, for I was bleeding badly.
I ate the fruit. It hadn’t occurred to me that a life was wiped out just so I wouldn’t go hungry. I’m appalled at how calm I was at the time. At how calm I had been ever since the whole thing started. I took The Doll and left my shelter, not caring that we were blood covered.
I went to the docks. Many people were watching me. A police officer was running at me. It didn’t matter though, or at least wouldn’t in a moment. I dropped The Doll into the ocean. As soon as I did for the first time I felt truly afraid. I jumped in after it. I felt as if I had thrown away a piece of me. I could never again part from it.
After retrieving it I was fished out by someone. It was the police officer. I knew what would happen. The cop brought me into the police station. After my wound was addressed (It was not very serious, and given the circumstances it was not necessary for me to go to the hospital.) I was questioned. They asked my name. I said nothing. They asked where I lived. I said nothing. They asked me where the blood came from. I could only reply in silence.
‘Sleep now.’ The Doll said. “Don’t you hear it?” I asked the officers looked at me. ‘Sleep now and leave them to me.’ One officer came up to me “Here what?” He asked. He reached his hand toward me. I smacked it away and said “Leave me alone. Please.” The officer smiled. “We only want to help.” he said. The Doll persisted on ‘Let me kill them.’ “No…” I said. “No?” An officer asked. ‘Come on. It will be quick.’ “No.” I said. “What do you mean?” The officer said. “Who are you talking to?” The Doll stared at me. How could they not see it!? How could they not hear it!? The Doll said ‘Do it. Now, or you’ll kill us both!’ I couldn’t stand it any longer. “The Doll!” Screamed. “The Doll killed them! All of them! It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t do it…” They didn’t believe me. They all said I did it. They locked me in this room. They took my doll away! I yelled and screamed for it. I screamed until they had no choice but to give it back to me. Then I never let go of it again.
‘Don’t worry’ It said. ‘The bad people that put you here are all dead. Even after what you did I’ll always protect you.’ I just cried.
There, now I have told you my story. Now I implore your help. The Doll, it’s angry with me. It’s angry that I have told you these things. It doesn’t want you to read. It tells me I threaten myself by telling you this. Oh! I feel you shouldn’t have to bother saving me now. I shall be dead by the time you read this. I am a threat to myself and threats must be eliminated. The Doll has claimed another victim. Which shall also be it’s last. In my last breath, besides scratching these lines, I plunge the very blade The Doll used to kill me into it’s infernal heart. The world may never learn to fear of this doll. I will sleep now. And I will not dream.
***
Dearly beloved reader: Please do not think of this as an average story. For, although, it is clearly fiction, it’s author truly believed in it. I received these pages from a friend of mine that works in the asylum. He found her dead and thought I would be the best person to do it justice. The author was a deranged individual who created this fantastic myth to avoid the fact that they had killed them all (except the best friend who was drunk and probably swerved due to lack of judgment). I’ll let make sense of the story, because for the most part the only person around was the author, whom we can’t trust, so I can’t tell you exactly what happened.
Sincerely
-kaerF-
The Chronicler Of Misjudged Tails
