Death forever lives on

Mad Father mixup - Marina

I stood alone in the halls of my home; my eyes darting quickly from the left to the right, trying to figure out which corridor to turn down. He is not too far behind me, for I can hear the quick shuffling of his footsteps on the cold stone floor. The basement to our home is made from cobblestones; my fiancee kept it this way. Easier to clean out the blood, easier to keep his secret safe and easier to hide the noises. I pretended quietly that everything was okay. That the terrified screaming coming from the basement was all just a dream. . .but in reality I knew exactly what he was doing. "Marinaa! Come out, come out where ever you are!" I heard his voice call. I had to make up my mind quickly for if I didn't he would surely cut me into pieces, just as he had with all those other girls. . . I knew he had a obsession with younger girls but I had no idea that his mind was so twisted. Dolls. Rows upon rows of dolls scattered around the house; and now I know exactly where they came from. I ran swiftly to the right and into one of the rooms he used to store the bodies. There were at least a dozen, all girls between the ages of 11 and 18. . . I slammed the door shut and ran over to the door at the opposite end of the room. To my complete horror it was sealed; locked by the ghosts that roamed this house. They want my blood as much as he. The perfect human, that is what he strived to create. To create dolls made out of human parts. Eyes from the young German girl, the legs from the Dutch princess, he made them all. I strained to keep myself together as I quickly hid under a bloodied sheet. The girl beside me has no eyes and her legs are missing as well. The sockets that once contained her beautiful golden eyes are now staring at me; her mouth slightly agape in an expression that told me she was screaming at the time of her death. I took a sharp intake of breath as the door was forced open. His hard breathing could be heard clearly through the piercing silence in the room. The ripping of the chainsaw was not that in which made me fall from the table, but the moving corpse that lay beside me. "Ah, Marina. There you are. It is time to stop playing tag now. Oh what a wonderful doll you will make me." I shoved the corpse off of my body as it had tumbled down after me. It clawed forwards, dragging it's torso after me as I backed away from it. "j--jhn-unh-usk" It said. The fresh scent of the corpses blood filled my nose, it was putrid, horrid. This body seemed to have been dead for awhile, how could it possibly be bleeding fresh wounds? "The curse on the house. . ." I heard a voice whisper. "It's his fault." Another said. "STOP!" I screamed. "Now, now Marina. I didn't want it to happen this way but a skirt will easily cover your scar. I will make you into the prettiest doll yet." James muttered as he came forwards and raised the Chainsaw high above his head. I sputtered up blood as he had driven the weapon into my stomach. His trembling fingers, filled with anxiousness had caused him to miss slashing me across the legs. I held the wound as the Saw was pulled out. I could feel the pieces of my ripped flesh as I tried to stop the bleeding, but the sticky red substance did not cease. "Mrh-gmh-wechm-ohme" the girl's corpse said to me as she placed her hand on top of mine. I watched as my blood covered her pale, dirty hands and I knew that I was in the mist of dying. "Now, we will be eternally together." James whispered in my ear as my eyes rolled back into my head. Eternity, seems like an awfully long time. My soul will forever wander this house, restless and unsettled. While my body sits in the doll room, unmoving, lifeless just like all the others. . .