She sits alone in a dark hall. Her back in leaning against the wall with her head hanging low, slightly turned to the left. Her legs are out in front of her with her right leg bent to the right so it appears that it is touching the wall, her left leg doing the side just the opposite way. Her arms hang loosely out in front of her. Her hands facing up like they were once holding something.
She is perfect. A life size teenage doll. Hair in a tight ponytail with perfect tight brown curls coming of it, not one curl out of place. Her bangs are razor straight across her head, just past her eyebrows, but barely reaching her eyes. Piercing green eyes so wide and beautiful. Not a freckle in sight on her pure white doll skin.
She wears a white doll dress that goes just a little past her knees. Dark grey boots on her little feet, untied. White socks that should go all the way up to the knees but are folded back.
She is beauty, perfection, and human. Only one way to tell that she is indeed human, where ever you she cracks in that pure white flawless skin of hers, there is blood spilling out of them. And then of course there is her shrieking.
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Little Horrors
Short StoryEach chapter will have a different story. Some might be as short as a paragraph, some as long as a couple or more pages. A lot of the stories can be very violent and/or descriptive. Or just down right creepy to some. You should know that non of thes...
