My tomb, the place where I have lived for thousands of years. My home, my love, my life. Dark in every corner, spiders silently making their webs, bats hanging from the ceiling watching with their red beady eyes, but now that's all gone. Now... Now I walk the halls of the true monsters who took it all from me. I haunt their dreams, make them shiver in terror as they watch me approach and then vanish. Now I have a new home. The dark slowly creeping in every corner, spiders making new webs, but something is different, something better, something scarier. Lightning strikes the sky while the bats spook all visitors. My new home is a warning to the grave diggers.
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The Story of the Doll
“Mommy, Mommy I want this one!” Little Sally Fling field was given some money to go get what she wanted. When she ran to the register and asked to buy the doll she wanted, the man at the counter said “sweetie, are you sure you want this one? This isn’t a very nice dolly.” Little Sally looked up at the man with big brown eyes and said in a small squeaky voice “I want her. She’s pretty.” The man blew out his cheeks. “Ok sweetie, you can have her, but there is one thing you should know. Never and I mean never leave her on the first step of your staircase before you go to sleep.” How’d you know I had stairs?” Sally asked in wonder. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” With a crooked smile on his lips, the mysterious man leaves Little Sally alone with her new toy. About to explode with excitement, Sally quietly sings to her new friend on the way home. Mommy I’m in the kitchen, Mommy I’m on the floor, Mommy I want more, Mommy I’m hungry, Mommy?! Feed me!” As soon as they get home Sally run’s upstairs to play with her new doll. Around five-thirty Sally has eaten her dinner (with the company of the doll) and taken a bath, now she sits still while her mom attempts to tame the wild forest called hair on Sally’s little head. Looking at herself in the mirror Sally goes over all the freckles that her daddy calls angel kisses. There are a couple surrounding the outline of her thin yet very red lips. Then there is some creeping up her button of a nose. Following them with her eyes she sees a big puddle of them going onto her eye lids. Sally stares at her eyes noticing for the first time how pretty they were, a light brown with a hint of hazel sneaking up from the corners. She then focuses on her very curly, poofy, bright red hair that her mother is trying to put into braids. With a grunt of frustration Sally’s mom ties off the end of the braid and pats Sally’s head to let her know that she is done. Before heading off to bed Sally races down stairs to say goodnight to her daddy and older brother Nathan. Nathan, who is sixteen, absolutely adores his five year old baby sister. He sweeps her up in his arms and smothers her in kisses. Sally, giggling very hard, is handed to her daddy to say goodnight. As soon as her dad pecks her cheek Sally is lifted into the air by her brother, once again. She is rushed through the air like an airplane back up the stairs. At the top of the stairs her mother awaits to tuck her in. Distracted by all the excitement sally forgets her new doll in the hallway.
By Eli Carter6 years ago in Horror
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