Disclaimer ..the characters in this story are obviously not related to people in real life ..this is strictly fiction ..and i hope you enjoy reading.
This story will be written through the eyes of Ted Hollnam a.k.a The Doll Man
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January 4th ,1732
Today my wife told me I should buy a diary, i used to have a diary back in the day but i had buried it a long ,long time ago , so here I am writing in my new one . The name's Ted Hollnam ,I'm 30 years old,my birthday's on the 12th of September , I'm a shop keeper here in London, I sell puppets which i craft myself at home when i have nothing to do. In this book I will be keeping tabs on my everyday life. A little bit bout myself , I've got a wife named Mary and two children named Lucy and Tim and then of course there's myself. Ah now that I've introduced myself to myself, I guess it's time to go shopping down at the pier, Mary said I'm cooking tonight .
January 7th ,1732
Hello again, been a few days since I've written in this diary I've had a lot to do , having to look after the shop isn't such a simple task , especially when you have to make the merchandise yourself. But then again not many orders come in any more , seems like the children these days aren't too interested in my puppets.But still , I'm afraid the business is going down hill.
January 10th, 1732
I've done something I shouldn't have , customer came in saying one of my puppets is defective , I invited her in the back to pick one of my other one's , she had her back to me , and I stabbed her right in the back then I stabbed her again , and again ,and again then I turned her round and continued , twenty-five stab wounds on her back , and twenty-three on the front.I've done this before , a few times actually so I know how to quietly and skillfully kill someone but that's a story for another time. But How dare she? How dare she say one of my puppets is defective , don't worry her murder wont be for nothing,yes it will be a pain to clean up all the blood but I have a way to get rid of the body.It's called witchcraft I believe.
See you grab the body of a victim , and you write these weird markings on the floor , then you grab an object and say some weird words and then the victim's soul is transferred into the object.And as this process is going on,the body is completely destroyed ,simply turned into dust. I thought this was brilliant , It also said i could have total control over her soul and make the object do what I please and when I please as well , wait till the wife hears about this .
January 12th , 1732
I've told my wife about what i did and her expression couldn't be more terrified , of course i didn't do anything as she stormed out with the kids to go live with her sister , because i know that ..she and the children will be joining their papa again soon.Let us hope she didn't tell the authorities about me , that would be devastating for the business.
January 13th , 1732
Dear god, I've went bankrupt , people stopped coming to the shop because they're afraid of me.How dare they?. Saying I'm some witchcraft user,well they are correct but still sentencing me to death in only a week?. Seems a bit harsh for killing one woman and using her soul as a toy. I'll show them.. I'll show them all , messing with me and my work is going to be the last thing they'll do.
January 15th , 1732
My execution is only a few days away and I've had to murder another two people , one a day so i can satisfy this urge to make more of my puppets. But i must have control over it , or else who knows what i might do.
January 16th, 1732
I've just killed this young girl , my my how pretty she was , her soul will make a very good puppet. They've told me something you know , my puppets, they said that since I've taken such good care of them , they'll be saving me when my execution date approaches , they make very nice company you know , i talk to them and then they talk back and listen to every word i say. I must get more , there will be plenty of people at the execution, including my wife and two children , maybe I will turn them into my puppets ..so we can stay a happy family for a long long time.
January 17th ,1732
I've collected around 7 puppets but i still have this craving for more , much much more , but it would take time , a lot of time but i have a solution to that problem , my puppets told me i could do this ritual where I infuse my soul with a puppet's soul ..so then i can live forever of course there are some side effects and i must also make two puppet slaves per day instead of one .
January 19th, 17132
My execution is tomorrow morning at noon , oh how i hope my puppets will do this plan of theirs to save me . I've done the ritual , and my gosh it felt exhilarating , parts of my body had turned into look a likes of one of my puppet's , my face, my arms and my legs , I don't mind the look ..in fact i believe it has made me a better killer ..but i don't like using that word so i use puppet collector instead. I have collected 4 more puppets due to me having to be executed tomorrow so i had to collect 2 in advance so i would not get the urge to take more during the day.
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Aaaaand that is part 1 , thanks for reading guys and gals , i hope you enjoyed part 1 of my little creepy pasta and i will be uploading part 2 in a few days ...if you have any ideas of what i should put into the story in part 2 ..please comment down there .. and thanks again for reading
-Steve
