Creepypasta Rituals

Animated Doll

I looked through the few pages before that, and she mentioned something about "the ritual" and that it "had been completed" and "that Marie would remain beautiful forever". As I read on I saw that it read "but if her body loses its life, her soul will resurrect the inanimate representation fifty years after her death, so that it may return to her body.

"Marie died a week later, apparently she drowned." I said, flipping through the pages.

"Ohh...." I said fearfully, letting it all sink in. Tammy reached for the diary to read the entries with her own eyes.

"So the doll is Marie? And it was returning to the body?" Tammy theorized. "So...wait! She must be buried here somewhere."

"Then- then what happened after she finds the body?" I said as I quickly skimmed through the lines on marked page. I found instructions to the ritual and read them aloud.

"The resurrection charm is to be placed on the bodies chest. Draw blood from a living person unwillingly, let it spill on to paper or wood, engraved with the name, age and death date of the body. It then must be burnt and the ashes sprinkled in a circle around the corpse." I drew in a breath, "Once this has been done, a nail must be driven in to the heart of the representation to allow the soul to escape. The soul is then free to return to the body, but if it gets lost or does not wish to return to the body then it is doomed to wander the earth forever."

"Is that the only way her soul can be connected to her body once more?" Tammy inquired, clearly shaky from the news she'd learned.

"There is another way," I mentioned, "but it's very risky. If you choose to resurrect the body before the soul is back inside it (this option recommended if you have performed the soul exchange and your body has died), the living corpse will most likely destroy you (if it does the body will destroy itself also). To do this, instead of driving a nail through the heart of the representation, you must offer a part of yourself and nail it to a tree with the resurrection charm symbol carved on it. The body will rise and may either take the nail and drive it through the heart of the representation, destroy the representation, or run away and kill everyone in sight." I read all we needed to know.

I stood up, went up the stairs, and out of the dark, damp basement. Tammy followed behind me.

"I wonder if it has the blood?" I remarked.

"Chris! Your arm!" Tammy cried out in complete shock.

I inspected both of my arms but I couldn't see anything. Then I saw the small blood stains on my shirt. I lifted up my sleeve to find a rather small but deep cut near my shoulder.

"That wasn't there last night! She was here! She watched us sleep and-...we have to kill it. I want it gone" Tammy exclaimed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was clearly close to panic and I wasn't too far behind her.

But the more freaked out I became the more determined I became to kill this thing. To get it out of here. I proceeded into the living room then went to the front door. I found it to be unlocked. That was how she- wait no- it got in. It was not a human and I didn't want to think of it as having any human qualities. It was a demon. A monster. A plastic doll. Nothing more. I went outside and peered into the woods, taking in every detail. A chilling breeze rushed through the trees and brought with it the smell of burning.

"It's almost finished! We have to stop it!" I ran into the forest against the wind, its cold biting at my face.

I turned around to see where Tammy was. She was running behind me with a knife in hand.

"I brought this. Just in case..." she said, out of breath from the run.

"Good."

We waited for a while, crouched in the thick forest, listening. An unearthly shriek filled the air and was followed by the sounds of growling. Like a deranged animal making mince meat of its prey. I grabbed Tammy's hand and we paced slowly towards the source of the noise. We got closer and the sound became more distinct. I stepped on a stick and it broke under my foot. I winced. Everything went silent. The noises hushed. But then we heard rustling behind us. A chill prickled up my spine.

My head whipped around but I couldn't see anything. There it was again! The rustling! Only this time to the side of us. It was obviously moving very fast, whatever it was. Tammy raised her knife, ready to defend if we had to. We moved closer to each other, seeking comfort while feeling completely surrounded.

All of a sudden she was ripped from my side. Tammy screamed and the knife flew out of her hands. I turned to see that a creature with long dark hair and abnormally large eyes ripping into my love. It had extremely pale, grey skin and thin, bony arms and legs. Around its lips were blue. A feature of suffocation, or drowning.

It clawed at Tammy's stomach as she flailed and struggled against its unusual power. I quickly grabbed the knife's handle and drove it into the back of the creature. It had no effect. I winced and pulled with all of might and eventually lugged the creature off Tammy who was now covered in blood, injured badly. The corpse of Marie let out an ear-piercing shriek and clawed viciously at my arms with her bony, decomposed fingers. I pulled out the knife and attempted to decapitate the creature, sawing into it's cold, clammy neck. Its claws sunk deep into my flesh causing blood to flow in streams of bright red down my arm.

I finally regained enough strength to drive the knife into all the way into its neck and sever the head. Marie's head dropped on the ground with a thud. The body stopped struggling and went limp, twitching slightly in erratic motion. I released it and watched it fall. I rushed over to Tammy who was growing more and more pale and seemed to be near unconscious. Blood was covering her torso and was still seeping from her deep wounds. She had lost a lot of blood.

"It's over. It's done. We did it! It's not coming back!" I reassured her gently.

She nodded weakly and I inspected her injuries. There were deep scratches on her arms, face and even worse on her stomach. She was lucky not to be disembowelled. I looked back over at the body of Marie and saw it was gone. Vanished. I looked back at Tammy.

She was gone too.