I am a 20 year-old girl who had a very difficult stage. I live in Walton, Liverpool and it's been a year and a half since I moved here. My parents and my family helped me pay for the rent of my house and university fees in general.
This house was a bit cheaper than the others, it may also be because it was abandoned before. They said that many misfortunes had happened in this house. I don't care what happened here! I just wanted to get out of that place so I wouldn't be constantly in that horrible stage and start my new life.
One day around 9 in the morning, I was brushing my teeth (as usual) and my doorbell rang. It seemed strange to me, since I was not expecting anyone. I finished getting ready and going out, there was no one there, just a package.
A medium pack. A medium box. Wrapped with a strange red thread. "This must be a joke" I thought. I looked around, but there was no trace of delivery guys, not even humans or people nearby, not even a soul on the street.
I looked back at the box. My eyes were wide.
A label on the side of the package. I put my address and… my name. What the hell!?
On another side, with the same red thread, it said "Dolly". Dolly? Will it be a doll? Clothes? What is this? I kept asking myself questions and repeating them over and over again.
I decided to bring the box inside my house. I opened that package in my room. My cold and empty room.
I removed the typical brown paper from packages or deliveries and saw a box.
A box with a doll inside. She called herself "Dolly". It was a bit terrifying. It had stripes on the neck and corners of the mouth, simulating… Wounds, perhaps? With that red thread, they pretended to be sewn.
She had black hair, and the inside of it was pastel green. It was accompanied by a brown bow and the underparts were dyed the same shade of green.
She was wearing a white T-shirt and gloves, a pastel brown overalls skirt, and strappy black shoes, resembling a typical schoolgirl Mary Jane shoe.
She had a dead serious look, this doll was articulate.
I left her on top of my white dresser with the doll stand that came with it. This was a dark support, in the center, it had the symbol of a scissors with red thread. This thread adorned the entire support.
I put a pose on it and went to do things, since it was a holiday, so today I'm not going to the university. The days passed slowly, and my house felt increasingly dark and strange. I did not give it importance, since I had a lot of stress and overwhelm from all the work I had to do. Whether it's for university or work or even housework.
I spent the day crying, I didn't have time to do everything, I couldn't even relax.
One day I saw a girl in my house… Inside my damn house! I came home very late from running errands and work. I saw her walking down the hall, I blinked and she was gone.
"It's already late... And I'm tired... I just need to sleep..." I thought trying to convince myself. I didn't even put on my pajamas and fell into bed exhausted.
I dreamed... Something very strange... she was in a high school, she had a uniform, she was wearing long sleeves. 3 guys came with some girls and they were laughing at me. I was confused... I only heard laughter, when they spoke I didn't hear anything. I woke up… And tried to locate myself.
"It was so real" I told myself. I looked at that doll in front of me… “Huh?” I said confused out loud. Her hands were clasped, they were on her lap. Her legs were together.
I shook my head and ran to get ready. "I'm late!" She thought continuously. I couldn't help but scream as I left the bathroom and headed for the entrance.
A red thread lay hooked on the walls, floor, stairs and lamps. I had to ignore him as he had to run away.
I came home late again, the thread was gone "What's going on...?" I whispered sobbing… “What is happening to me!?” I screamed crying. Minutes later, I was able to calm down and stop crying. I then went to my room to rest.
Again I woke up in that institute, I was in a bathroom, stuck to a wall and sitting. There were those kids again. And again I was deaf. But after a silence not listening to those voices I could hear something... "What are you? A doll? Always with the same face!” I heard the laughter again, but this time higher in pitch. But at that moment I got punched in the face. "Hey!" I wanted to scream, but I couldn't speak, or even move, my body moved as it wanted.
I woke up shaken, I looked at the doll. She had one hand on her face and the rest of her body relaxed. I took it and looked closely… “Did you always have these bruises…? There are plenty…". I said out loud. I put the doll in its place and got ready. This time coming out of the bathroom, there was a lot more thread tangled everywhere. I made a bored face and headed for the door to do my daily routine.
I came back again and all over again. This time that silhouette of the girl appeared, she was standing in the corridor and she vanished.
"What will be today?" I said letting out a sigh.
I woke up in an alley, the clothing... It was familiar to me... Apparently I was hiding from someone. I only thought about fleeing and running. My breathing was very agitated. He was trying to breathe through his nose to make as little noise as possible. A voice made my body jump. “Where are you little doll?~” That voice said. It looked like one of those teenagers. He was dragging something metal. His voice was hoarse and scary, like a psychopath. It looked like he wanted to do something bad to me...
"There you are brat!" He hit me on the head, I fell to the ground and woke up immediately. My breathing was rough.
I looked at the doll and… Her pose… It was like she was crying… She had her hands on her face, covering her face.
Again more thread scattered throughout the entrance, a strange liquid was falling from it, it looked like water.
I arrived at the university and when my teacher saw me she screamed. I looked at her confused... "Are you okay?!" she exclaimed. I touched my head and there was a wound.
She sent me to the infirmary.
I came home, the silhouette was head down. I went back to my room to dream, with these strange things.
I woke up in an abandoned place. I couldn't move, I was tied to an old bed, it was very uncomfortable. I looked at my clothes... I couldn't believe it... It was that doll's clothes... Those teenagers approached and my body began to tremble. One of them was swinging an axe, making the wood of it hit the opposite hand.
They all had psycho faces and couldn't stop laughing. I wanted to cry, but my body refused. I wanted to scream, but my body refused.
"Say good night... Little doll" He said raising the ax hitting my neck. My head was spinning, I wanted to wake up but I couldn't.
I left that body and saw how they cut the corners of his mouth while they repeated "Smile once!". One of the teenagers proposed to bind her neck and corners with a red thread that lay there.
I woke up and the doll was head down with relaxed limbs.
This time something weird happened at work. I started to feel dizzy.
Customers came in as usual, but these were some 18 or 19-year-old kids. I made the order with a feeling, this feeling said that I knew them from something... They took the order and left. The last one to turn around had a Post-it on his back that said “I found you…” In big letters, at which point I fainted.
When my boss woke up, he gave me permission to go home to rest.
Upon entering my house, the girl appeared, her eyes were red and illuminated. She turned her back on me to head towards the kitchen. She was frozen, she couldn't move me… she left her and went to my room. That thread was still present throughout my house.
As soon as I entered the corridor, a strange mist was appearing. Every time I got closer to my room it was much thicker and denser tinged with a purple color.
When I arrived... I saw a terrible scene... All those teenagers I saw were no longer alive, they were scattered all over my room. Its vital liquids (known as red liquid) lay there covering practically the entire floor. Some adolescents were more serious than others. To the left, almost at the entrance, I saw that silhouette, only that "silhouette" was fading... That's where I saw it... The doll was standing there, life-size or human, about 1'60 meters (ft. 5' 3.0" ). It did look like a real human, since it didn't have the separations of an articulable doll.
That red thread was also there but in an exaggerated way.
The doll was holding a pair of scissors, it turned around and I could see those black eyes that were dead, without any expression.
That's when I fainted again.
When I woke up everything was clean. A Sunday at 10 in the morning more or less.
I woke up disoriented in the hallway thinking it was all a dream. But when I looked for that doll in my room, it was no longer in its place, there was a small paper folded in half with a sentence in the middle "Do not treat people badly... Otherwise... You will pay double" written in red … It didn't look like ink… In the lower corner was the red thread forming a word “Dolly” simulating a signature… I guess.
Next to this word, there were 2 circles connected by an x above them simulating scissors, it was the same symbol that the base of the doll had.
I currently live with my aunt, since after that I did not feel safe, leaving the house that one day I called mine...
But... To this day... When I remember it... I always wonder...
Why didn't the subject attack me? Why did that doll come to me? And most importantly… Who sent it to me?
By: Pau0615
Date: 29/11