The Doll Ritual

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New house.
A baby.
Peaceful. Laying in the crib.
You'd think nothing of it? Well - Lya wasn't an ordinary baby.
She grew up into a nightmare based child.

"Lya?" Her mother called.

"I'm coming." She said, kissing the head of her last doll.

Lya was a doll lover, bearing in mind her age - which was 16, she still enjoyed appreciating her dolls.

They each had individual looks and names. She owned at least 20 dolls, all kept in her worn, deep, dark room, that no-one ever entered.

Lya walked downstairs, she wore an urban outfit to school - often noticed by her friends. Alice & Rez. They would describe her life and style, as lonely and boring.

Lya wasn't too bothered by their snide comments, she grabbed her skull based bag and slid it onto her shoulder.

"I'm leaving, School finishes early today, so expect me back early." She said with an almost aggressive tone.

Lya didn't have the best relationships with people, she could only just tolerate Alice and Rez, and they were friends with her since they were young, round about 11.

She barely hung around with anyone, all she did was think about her unique dolls. The ones that had deep sentimental value to her.

Alice&Rez walked over to Lya. 

"Hello, Doll fanatic." Chuckled Alice.

"Hello." She snared, with ignorance.

"Why're you alone again? Why do you never talk to us?" They asked, with slurred words - they didn't want to aggravate Lya, she was quite the 'devil'.

Her hair was blood shot red, her nails were painted with an accurate black. She was referred to as the dark child of the group. Or the entire school.

"Lya... You need to bin those ridiculous dolls you have." Alice sniggered.
"They're not ridiculous! They're my friends!" Lya said.

"Honestly! You need to grow up, you're 16." Rez said. "You're too old for them."
"Please - don't tell me that." She said, before storming off.

"There's something going on." Alice whispered.

Later that evening, Lya was in her room, contempt, with her dolls of course, ever since she got her first doll later in the year she never really bothered hanging out anywhere with Rez and Alice.

"Right guys, time for bed!" Lya exclaimed to the audience of dolls in front of her

She slowly grabbed their arms and made them wave, they were dressed in vintage dresses - other than Oscar; who was her only male doll. She sat them in a box, which was their bed.

"Goodnight!" Lya said, before slipping on her night robe and sliding into her velvet sheets, the lace of her gown was rubbing against the covers as she tossed and turned.

- - 1:00am - -
Lya's voicemail went off, instead of her usual tone, it said "Lya, you're being clueless. These dolls will K I L L you."
Since Lya was a heavy sleeper, nothing bothered her. Slowly but surely, her dolls were up to mischief.
Slowly scratching words into her wall, "Death." "Sacrifice."

Who would've known that something so small and innocent... Could turn into so much more...