The things slowly gurgles after me leaving a black fptrail of goop in its wake. I run out of the house. I run to my neighbors house I knock. The door opens and doll comes out. I run as I do all the other houses open up and dolls come. Spilling out I see my brother and sister sprint after me. I run into something soft and squishy. I look up and see the things. I scream and try to run as the thing engulfs me.
Three years ago
I run with the kerosene can and grab my box of matches I strike the match and watch as the flames engulf all the humans.
But one. Her soul living on in one of my dolls. I will get rid of her soul those dolls are mine!
I try to reach for her long red hair. But the flames climb to high. I scramble back in pain. How dare she!
I look over to my warehouse full of dolls her and her siblings burn it to the ground my screams echo into the night.
I see the monster pain but why dolls?
The monster looks at me half out of the swirling mass it calls a body.
"Because dolls will be you friend no matter what."
I scream as the monster engulfs me.
But darling child now you control the dolls.
I freeze. I control the dolls.
Two weeks later
A grocery boy turns. The corner and hops out of his van his eyes widen as he sees the mass horror.
Dolls all hanging all broken Broken necks arms legs. And one ring master doll holding a nurse and a school boy in an embrace forever protecting them.
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Puppet master
HorrorFor sixteen years something took people and made dolls. Little did we know the dolls were alive. Brother built a shrine for them so we could remember the poor people who were gone. But they were not happy. They took the circus me brother and sister...
