"Brook, I have to go home. I'll see you soon, though! Bye bye, Brookie!" Sally called, running towards the forest, with Pinkamena running after her, waving. I flailed my hands in the air, signaling goodbye.
"Brooklynn Claire Riverwood! Who were you talking to?!" Mommy shouted. She was walking towards me, giraffe shoes in hand. It's was a bit darker now, most likely later in the afternoon close to the night. As a result, she looked like a dead person walking towards me. It was terrifying but calming at the same time. Mainly because I know that mommy isn't really dead, right?
"Nobody mommy!" I yelled, running over to her.
"Really Brooklynn? That didn't sound like nobody!" She insisted.
I shook my head frantically.
Mommy grabbed my hair and pulled me so I could look her in the eyes. I guess I didn't realize she was that close to me.
"Brooklynn," She almost sang. "I know you're lying. Tell me the truth! Now!"
Her green eyes were wide with anger. I wriggled out of her grasp and ran into the forest. It was so dark, I couldn't even see the light blue of my dress. Adjusting my headband, I walked forward. Mommy always warned me to never go into the forest because I could get lost. But, let me tell you something. I've gone out here before. Mommy wasn't watching me. I heard a twig snap next to me. Turning my head to my left, I heard it on the right. Repeating that again, I heard it in front of me. Yelling out to whatever's there would be a bad idea. I could die!
Walking forward, I carefully stepped over the roots of fallen trees.
"Brooklynn," A voice whispered. "Brooklynn."
I bit my lip. Should I? No. I'm not going to do it. It would be bad, right?
I was walking and saw a flash of white and a glint of silver zoom past my face. I stepped back, shocked. What was that? It happened about two other times. Now, I'm terrified.
I ran. I ran and I ran. I went towards the way I wandered in from. Something wrapped around my neck, holding me back from running.
"Hey there, little girl. How ya doin'? Oh, it won't matter in a few minutes." A voice laughed. It wasn't the same voice from before. This voice was more girly than the last one.
I felt something cold move against my neck. It felt sharp and metal. The voice hummed to itself, or herself, I guess. She grabbed my hair and pulled up. She leaned down to my ear and started whispering.
"I am the Judge. And I find you guilty. Time for your sentence." She grinned.
She pressed the blade against my throat and small beads of blood trickled out. I started crying. This can't be the end. Not now. Please.
"Please don't! I want to live! Please!" I screamed. She gently pressed her hand against my mouth, then pressed with more pressure. Through my muffled screams, she forcefully pressed on the blade harder, cutting my throat even more. I started to feel dizzy.
Black. That's all I see.
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Dollhouse ( A Creepypasta Fanfiction)
Fanfictionhighest rank - #1!! in creepypasta, #40 in fanfiction Brooklynn may only be 6, but she already hates her life. Her father is cheating on her mother. Her mom knows he is cheating, but just drinks away the pain of a broken heart. Her brother does drug...