Nightmares

[ Bloody Doll 2.0 ]

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[ Bloody Doll 2.0 ]
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This will be a re-written one-shot from one of my original ones in the very first version of this book.

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NORMAL

As the hours pass by, the sky turned dark, grey clouds covered the twinkling stars, and the moon replacing the bright sun. Today was a busy day for the Smith Family. It was Jack Smith's 3rd year death anniversary today, and the Smith Residence were nothing but busy ants that planned out Jack's death day anniversary.

The Smiths are a family of three. Well, were a family of three 4 years ago. It was that one tragic night where Jack lay dead by the living room couch. Blood splattered all over his dead face, chest wounded with 5 deep stabs - he had looked like a rag doll that was tempered and played with.

The death scene was mysterious and bizarre. Still today, his murder remained unsolved. Lena Smith and her daughter, Mary, were both shocked and horrified to see the happy and devoted father suddenly a dead corpse laying on the ground. Depressed and gloomy, the mother and daughter had accepted what happened, and finally let Jack go.

Lena kissed her little girl's forehead, "Goodnight, Mary." she whispered, flashing a bright smile at the child.

"Goodnight, Momma." Mary replied.

The middle aged woman stood back straight before exiting the room. The remaining light in Mary's room vanished once Lena closed the door behind her. Mary laid still and quiet on her bed, hearing nothing but her mother's footsteps down the hallway. Once the sound of a door closing from a distance, it was finally dead silent around the house.

The silence was so intense - there was not even the sound of crickets chirping - Mary only heard the blood rushing in her ears. It was an uncomfortable lullaby.

Trying to fall asleep, Mary pulled a doll which, surprisingly, the same height as her. This was a doll that was given to her by Mary's deceased father. It was the number one thing Mary cherished in her life, knowing her father was here when she sees the doll.

Mary tries and tries to fall asleep or at least feel drowsy. But the silent night and eerie atmosphere stop her from getting a good night's sleep. This night seemed a bit off, making Mary assume if her father's death day had anything to do with it.

Despite the fact that this house act strangely every night - strange as in footsteps down the hallway, creaking, scratching, and soft crying noises - this one night was definitely different. And this made the 11 year old shake under her soft covers.

Knowing she has was covered by her safety net blanket and accompanied by her doll, which she named Madeline by the way, Mary closed her eyes and finally found herself in a deep sleep.

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Mary gasped as she felt a certain heavy feeling on her chest. She immediately sat up, whirling her head around her room. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. The cold dead of the night turned her veins to ice, shaking in fright.

She had no nightmare whatsoever, meaning something else had awoken her from her dreamless slumber. Mary's hazel eyes glanced up to the door, her brows scrunching together to notice it ajar. Mary was confused to notice this. She felt the rush of adrenaline in her body, arms and legs shaking at the scene in front of her.

This was no dream. Mary can feel the pounding beat of her heart. It was like a hammer slamming into her chest with a strong force.

Mary turned to her side, letting a silent gasp at the empty space on her left. Madeline the doll was no longer here, making Mary suddenly assume the impossible that may be possible tonight. The door is open when she was sure her mother had closed it, she feels pressured and afraid because of a bad feeling she has, and her doll that she found odd these previous months is gone.

A door closed, sending cold shivers up her spine. Mary stared at her cold and shaking hands. Could it be her mother? Did Lena sense something wrong about Mary and now she wanted to make sure she was alright? As much did Mary wanted it to be true so she can forget all about this abnormal and freakish night, the thought of her doll being the one opening her doll late at night made her doubt.

Mary froze once she heard something getting dragged on a carpet. She whimpered, biting her lip so hard she knew she probably drew blood. The 11 year old girl took handfuls of her blanket, bringing it to hide half of her face as she watch the hallway with fear.

The dragging sound got louder, making Mary shrink and lay back down on her bed. Her eyes were still open, staring intensely at the hallway. A shadow imprinted itself on the walls of the hallways. Mary yelped, hiding her face with the covers.

After a moment or two, acting brave, Mary pulled the cover away from her eyes. She gasped once more, seeing her mother's head for a split second until it disappeared from her sight. Mary covered her mouth from screaming, crying silently once she realized her assumptions were true.

Her breathing quickened as tears flood her eyes, dripping down the blankets. Several minutes passed, and she was still shaking and crying quietly. What if the doll targets her next? Has it been planning this the whole time? To kill them at the same day it killed her father?

Mary snapped out from her ongoing thoughts. It was quiet again. She dared to look back at the door after realizing the returning silence. Instead of seeing an empty hallway, she sees something that only appeared in her nightmares.

The little girl screamed as she stares at the small doll head popping outside her door, a sinister grin on it's plastic face.

Mary continued to let out ear-piercing screams once Madeline ran inside a room with a sickening and maniac laugh, waving a knife in the air.

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Just like Jack Smith, the killing of Lena and Mary Smith lay a mystery yet to be solved. It took several weeks to realize there were dead bodies in the Smith Residence. Not only were their neighbors curious about their sudden absence, there was a strong fouls smell in the home.

The neighbors called the police once they found the bodies, and no one knew what happened to the mother and daughter. They had theories that the same person who killed Jack had murdered the rest of his family too.

But the question still remains, who killed the Smith Family?

An 8th year old girl was riding her bicycle around the neighborhood. She was about to pass the abandoned Smith house, until something caught her attention. She pulled to a halt, her eyes glued to something on the grass.

The girl left the bicycle to investigate what caught her eye. Crouching down with a curious look, she picks up a huge doll from the ground. A smile curved on the little girl's face as she run back to her bike, pedaling back to her home.

And you know what happens...

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Published: January 12, 2017