Model on picrew by @dm1720916; Background from Pinterest, designed and edited by me
Have you ever wondered why you think dolls move on their own? Specifically, ones made of porcelain? Well, you're not crazy. There is a reason why. Surely you know?
You don't? That's sad but not surprising. *tap tap*Hm? I didn't hear anything? It sounded like it was from the closet? I'm sure it was just outside. Let's get on with the story!
At the age of 16, Delilah lost her best friend to a boy. Anger and betrayal, she wanted to be alone. Every day after school, she'd lock herself in her room, constantly working. She rarely ate or slept but didn't need to. She was scrolling through the web and found a beautiful doll, It was....surprisingly cheap, so she bought it and was delighted she only had to wait 3 days.
At 3:44 AM, there was a tapping noise filling the silent room. Delilah rolled over in her sleep and adjusted the sheets. Nothing. A few seconds later, it happened again and again until she woke up and threw a pillow at the source, which was her window. Annoyed, she rolled over but heard a bang and saw her window open with a box inside next to a note. She crept out of bed and picked up the box and note. The note was beautiful, and she read it, it said,
'Silent and poised, A friend who will never leave!'
Confused, she opened the box, and not only was there a doll, but it came with a custom doll set. It was a base made of porcelain, and it was beautiful. She started building the doll. Long white hair, coal black eyes, and beautiful dress. It was her dream doll, and she became obsessed with it.
She carried it everywhere and everyone made fun of her. She had enough. In her room, she'd cry all night, hugging her bear and waking up pretending everything was fine. 'You don't need her,' a soft voice said. One night in particular, Delilah was laying with her computer open as she saw a picture of her ex best friend, and the guy she didn't trust held hands at the diner. 'You don't her, I'm here!' Said the voice again. Blinking and wiping her eyes, Delilah smiled. She held the doll close, and it whispered to her.
There was a prom coming up, and if course, her friend would loudly boast about her new boyfriend and how he would be taking her to prom. Not gonna lie. She was jealous that she didn't have a date but forgot about it after a second. Maybe she didn't want to go to prom after all. She was sitting down with a doll in her bag next to her ankle. She pulled out her favorite scissors , opened it, and closed it. Class was starting soon, so she put her scissors away and stared blankly at the whiteboard. A few seconds later, her ex best friend walked in with her new boyfriend. 'I got a date to prom! Isn't my boyfriend so amazing!' She gushed, and he merely grunted in response. She obviously didn't notice, but Delilah did. She hates him but doesn't know why.
After Delilah got home, she watched the news and saw 6 people were murdered. Her heart dropped they were from her school. The only evidence is blood and a few stray body parts that were slashed brutally. She was horrified and wondered who was capable of such things. It bothered her it really did.
She obsessed over it so much she took a turn when going to school and walked by him again. He was with another girl chatting it up. Of course, he's a playboy, she thought. She thought about telling ex bestie, but what's the point? He side glanced her like saying 'don't you are,' she smirked and turned away. Now I will out of spite, she thought deviously. She also wanted to get back at her because that was Shelly, who constantly picked on her for carrying her doll. But there was a strange look in his eyes when they were talking. He looked....annoyed? Anyway, she set off to find her friend. She wasn't in class yet or in the bathroom. She walked around aimlessly until she found her writing in her notebook by the stairs. She walked over and stood in front of her. 'Hey,' Delilah said quietly. She glanced up and looked back down at her notes? Nope. It was just his name over and over. Oh, she was down bad, and even if they weren't on speaking terms, she felt bad and didn't want her to find out his way.
'Um...it's about you know who.' Delilah started. A passerby whispered Voldemort to himself before walking away swiftly. 'What about him?' She said coldly. 'Um uh' she tried to speak. 'Come on, I got class soon.' She snapped. 'I- I think you should be careful around him I um....' She tried to say. She rolled her eyes. 'Yes, you made that quite clear,' she said, getting up. 'Wait, I-I saw him with another girl alone and just wanted to let you know know his eyes looked...' Like a killer, she finished in her head. Suddenly, she wasn't worried about her heart breaking she was worried for her life. 'Listen, something is off about him. Trust me!' Delilah said. 'You're just jealous he's mine and not yours!' She huffed. 'No listen to me, please, Ari!' She said tears in her eyes. 'No!' She waked away seething with anger.
Delilah cried and missed several classes. The doll whispered again. Delilah smiled and patted its head, calming down a bit.
Later that week, another 6 died, including the girl he was talking to. Her suspicions grew, and she decided to follow him when he was acting weird. He was so sneaky he was hard to keep in eyesight, not to mention all the people glaring, pointing, saying this about her. The doll whispered again, and Delilah went home. Things were worse at home. Her parents started fighting a lot recently over the littlest things. Always yelling, always saying things they don't mean. Today was different, though the fighting seemed worse, and it sounded louder than usual. Her older brother, Mark, was at his college a few hours away, so Delilah heard it all and her alone. 'Why don't you do anything around here!' Her dad shouted. 'I'm always doing things! You're just too blind to see it!' She replied furiously. Her mom worked a lot but still came home to make dinner. Dad handled bills, cleaning, and regular house chores. If mom was home, usually on weekends, they split the chores. Delilah has separate chores from her involving outside work. Anyway, Delilah hated all the fighting it was making her scared, and her brother couldn't save her anymore. Usually, he'd hug her and tell her it's all right whenever she was scared. She'd always repaid him by sewing things for him. She closed her ears and cried silently as she fell asleep.
1 week later[]
She caught him talking to yet another set of people. This time, there were some boys. 5 people in counting. Just what makes him so popular. Sure, he's good-looking, but his grades are average, and he likes no hobbies [as far as Delilah has seen]
Prom Night:[]
Smiling all bright and cheery, Ari was showing off pictures of her dress to all the girls jn school. They were amazed. Going out with him made her more popular. Maybe... Maybe he wasn't a bad guy after all... Maybe Delilah was insecure about herself losing her friend. Maybe she was afraid he'd take her away? Thinking to herself, she was going to make up with Ari and give him a chance. She realized she didn't even know his name or perhaps she had forgotten. Later, she made a mental note to ask someone.
The prom was huge and crowded, loud and crazy. Everything Delilah was not. Well, not after the incident. She was thinking about the 12 he had murdered. What was she doing those nights? Most likely, sleeping or creating dolls out of clay. She spotted him in a crowd. She made her way over and peeked through the people. He was leaning against the table, scouting the crowd, while Ari was frantically explaining something to him. He seemed very uninterested. He locked eyes on this girl and told Ari he'd be right back and made a bee line for her. Delilah followed. He had that same look. He did the same thing to....omg she realized all the people who were in his group earlier. Fear bubbled up inside her, and her previous suspicions came back. She was hyperventilating, and she ran to find Ari. She had to protect her! Darting through crowds, she found her scrolling through her phone. She looked up, and her eyes turned icy cold. 'What?' She snapped. 'H-hes gonna kill them!' She breathed. Ari looked concerned, then angry. "Lay off of Zack for like more than a week!" She huffed. She stumbled away. After an hour, Delilah found her again and dragged her to the basement of the location. "Get off of me, you paranoid jealous little -" She stopped and looked at her surroundings....
Delilah Pov: Smiling, I locked the door. Ari glanced around at the bodies. 5 in all...all of whom were with Zack. "D-d-did he really do this!?" Her voice broke and reached a higher frequency at the same time. I grinned and laughed. "Oh, him? He's out of the picture now . Look!" I smiled, leading her to the other side of the room. He was chained to the wall and blood everywhere.
From far away, he looked human but up close.... His mouth was sewn shut and painted to smile. His skin was covered in a clay mold, his hair was brushed, and he was covered in wet thick blood. But his wounds were either stitched up or molded with clay. Laughing, I picked up his head and made it face her. "He told me! He told me! HE TOLD ME HAHAHA!" I broke out in laughter. "D-d-did what!?" Ari looked at me, horrified. "He said he didn't love you it was an act to keep you safe!" I laughed. "S-safe? W-why from what?" She trembled. I broke out into a wide grin. She backed away and tripped in my doll, and cracked her. My face cracked a little too, and I touched it. I laughed and answered, "From me." As soon as the words came out, Ari bolted for the door desperately trying to break it. I slowly walked up to her. "No use in trying now!" I giggled. "You hurt me....you left me behind...you let them... YOU LET THEM MAKE FUN OF ME!" I shouted at her. Ari started crying and slid to her knees. "P-p-please d-don't!" She cried at me. I smiled at the sight. "Why? Why should I do what you say but you didn't listen to me?" I said sweetly, picking up my favorite scissors. She cowered in fright. I looked over at the metal on the door. I was different....I had transformed my look into the appearance of the doll. My thick brown hair is now long and white. My dress turned into the dress fit for a princess. I had coal black eyes and cracks on my face. I loved it, and I stared at Ari one last time. "You'll be joining my porcelain dollhouse!" I sang merrily. I flicked on more lights, and Ari's eyes widened in horror as she saw...all 12 deaths, and the 6 others all looked like Zack. They all were turned into porcelain and were dressed in beautiful Victorian clothing. I stared at my creations, looking pleased. I picked up some clay along with my scissors and sliced open Ari's neck. Blood gushes as she screams a scream nobody, but Delilah can hear. She cut her until she breathed no more, and I began molding her into another breathtaking creation.
End of Pov: Delilah went upstairs, and everyone who remained after an hour was passed out due to the gasses Delilah filled the air with. She went up and cut everyone's most vital spot and molded them perfectly. She molded beds, chairs, and bathrooms and turned the prom into her own dollhouse. She would get new dolls every month. She would posses another porcelain doll from anywhere in the world and used it to spy and eventually trick the holder to come to meet their death. The dollhouse was soon bathed in red and decorated with dolls that it looked like a Barbie set. To this day, if you enter the dollhouse, you will see them all staring at you with fear and a cry for help. Some were still alive but couldn't speak or move until they eventually died from lack of everything. If you enter, you most likely won't leave and become part of her collection. Sometimes, spirits of the others will posse the dolls and lure you out. Don't just trust something because it's beautiful....take a look at Delilah.
- Tap Tap*
Wait, was that your closet again? It's probably the cat...go check! You opened it? Nothing was there? We were being silly! Huh, there's something on your bed.....
Isn't she beautiful?