Killer Doll

The true reality

 

The next morning, I woke up and my body recovered as before. No incision, no tear to my skirt. My hands and feet were no longer tied to the chain rope.Tali chain seemed broken is not intact anymore.

However, what surprised me was that there was blood splattered everywhere. My whole body has a splash of someone's blood.

 

"My hands..." Oh yes the sharp object is in my hand. The owner fell asleep on the floor in a prone position. Whose blood is this?. This dark room makes me unable to see everything so clearly. Everything seems so vague.

I put my foot towards the door. I opened the door. However, everything so makes me shudder in horror as well as fear spread in my body. Everything looks like it's falling apart.

The transparent walls in this store were torn apart and scattered everywhere. The walls have blood. There are scratches of abstract shapes like an incision of a sharp object.

Their figures were standing pecking, crying, hugging and some were hanging from the roof ceiling. Everyone saw me scared, I was still confused trying to find my friend.

"Bonni, Burry, where are you?"

I said while looking right-left and up under the table.

I found them standing in the same spot without that transparent wall that had been torn apart irregularly.

Bonni was hiding behind Burry's back. Burry just looked at me angrily and his mouth said something short.

A few years ago happened in my mind. The memory came back.

In the 1980s a dark story began. Before I was with my dead friend, I was a friend of an old woman. She's a woman in her 40s. Having a face of Dutch and Japanese blaster makes it look still young like the age of 25 years.

She wanted her son back. To accompany his loneliness, he decided to buy a doll similar to his daughter. He treated her so gently, as if her son's soul was in it.

But for some reason, one day he did a ritual to transfer his son's spirit to my body. Everything is just an illusion, which in reality is not the child in my body. The truth is that a long-fingered creature is what is inside of me. However, he is so cunning. He imitated the nature of the old woman's son.

I change every morning and night as if I had two spirits in me. From morning until evening I became a jolly girl but at night I became a creepy girl.

I can kill the pets one by one. He enjoyed it so much, as if his son just wanted to play.

Without him noticing, he was getting more and more fragile and his face turned old like the age of a human in his 70s.

The resurrection of the demon spirit made him have to give his blood to be made into devil food in me.

Once, he broke his covenant to give blood that night, the demon-possessed me felt angry and hurt the old woman.

"Hey you ladies j*****, where's your agreement!" The demon curse

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm already fragile and I'm getting so weak that I can't give you my blood" said the woman, who was lying weakly on the bed.

"Based on a fraud, I'll kill you!!"

I killed the old woman blindly. His cry of mercy makes me even more fed up. I stopped when the woman couldn't scream anymore. The incident made the surrounding residents, who thought there was a robbery without others knowing that a puppet did it..

And the ith murder also happened to my friend who died because of my treatment at night. When he was sick, I always took him to play. He just shook his head while apologizing to me. But I feel disappointed just always make an incision in his body as much as 3x every night. The incident caused him to die slowly.