As the day progressed, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled in the pit of my stomach. My friends noticed my unease, but I brushed off their concerns with a forced smile. "I'm fine," I assured them, though the trembling in my voice betrayed my true emotions. The rest of the school day seemed to drag on, each class blending into the next as I struggled to focus on anything other than Monaleo's unnerving invitation.
By the time the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, my nerves were frazzled. I met my best friend at our usual spot in the parking lot, and we drove home in silence, the tension between us palpable. As we pulled into my driveway, she turned to me, her eyes filled with worry. "Are you sure about this sleepover? You don't have to go if you're not comfortable," she said gently.
I hesitated, the fear of the unknown warring with my curiosity. "I think I'll be okay," I replied, more to convince myself than her. "Maybe it's just nerves. Besides, it's just a sleepover, right?"
She didn't look convinced, but she nodded. "Just... be careful, okay? Call me if you need anything."
I promised I would, and after a quick hug, I headed inside to prepare for the night ahead. As I packed a small bag with essentials, I tried to quell the rising tide of anxiety. It was just a sleepover, nothing more. Maybe this was a chance to get to know Monaleo better, to dispel the rumors that had cast a shadow over her presence.
By the time I arrived at Monaleo's house, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the neighborhood. Her house stood at the end of a long driveway, its imposing structure shrouded in darkness. I hesitated at the gate, taking a deep breath before pressing the doorbell. Almost instantly, the door swung open, revealing Monaleo's radiant smile.
"Welcome! Come in, come in!" she chirped, her cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to the foreboding atmosphere. I stepped inside, trying to shake off the sense of dread that clung to me like a second skin.
The interior of the house was surprisingly cozy, filled with warm lighting and comfortable furniture. Monaleo led me to the living room, where a variety of snacks and drinks were laid out. "Make yourself at home," she said, gesturing for me to sit.
As the night wore on, we talked and laughed, the tension slowly melting away. It was almost enough to make me forget the earlier unease. But as the clock struck midnight, something shifted. Monaleo's cheerful demeanor faltered, her eyes darkening once more.
"There's something I need to show you," she said quietly, her voice devoid of the earlier warmth. She led me down a narrow hallway, the walls lined with peculiar paintings and antique mirrors. We stopped in front of a heavy wooden door, and with a creak, it swung open to reveal a dimly lit room.
The room was filled with dolls. Hundreds of them, lining the shelves and covering the walls, their glassy eyes reflecting the faint light. My heart raced as I took in the sight, an inexplicable fear gripping me.
Monaleo turned to me, her expression unreadable. "These are my dolls," she said softly. "And now, you will join them."
Before I could react, the door slammed shut behind me, and the room plunged into darkness.
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Monaleo's Baby Doll
Fiksi PenggemarTatyanna Collins was enjoying a fulfilling life surrounded by loved ones until everything took a turn for the worse. The arrival of a new student named Monaleo at her school changed everything. Monaleo became fixated on Tatyanna, with her unsettling...
