I do not own Garry he is from a computer horror game which I highly reccommend to play, alone, in the dark. :)
The six year old sighed, bored out of his mind. He stared blankly at the wall of his bedroom, grey hair flopped lazily over baby blue eyes that are lively and filled with boredom. He stood quickly as an idea came to him. He raced downstairs and found the secret room he’d been hiding from his parents. After finding the key he skillfully hid, as skillful for being a six year old, he unlocked the door with a click and went inside. On the other side of the door was a faded light blue room with walls that were falling apart with decay. He eyed his bunny collection, all of the pale yellows, greens, blues, and pinks looking back at him. He loved them because of the innocent look they had and the softness of the toys.
After a few hours of playing with the toys he loved so much, the lights flickered off and the six year old’s body shook as he trembled in fear, holding his favorite yellow bunny close to his face. He was startled when he felt as body structure and soft, ratty strands of something that felt like hair. The lights flickered on. As they did his eyes widened in fear. His wide eyes flew around the room taking in the dolls. The whole body of the frightening toys were blue with a pale yellow dress. They had closed eyes and thick red yarn used for the lips that curved into frightening smiles. His collection of 45 bunnies had become 45 horrendous dolls. He screamed in terror as their eyes opened all at once, the eyes were all blood red. He shrieked and ran out of the room and down hallways that seemed endless. At corners he’d find beheaded dolls with the words, “Wanna play?” or “I love you....don’t you love me?” scribbled in the same blue as the outside of the dolls, looking like their blood. Soon he found himself in a room. A cold white room with all 45 of the dolls that were completely still. A few seconds later they all came alive and started piling on him. They all started screeching his name in a kind of tune that only children near his age could hear, he tried to cover his ears but he couldn't.
With two dolls on both sides of his head, both holding his eyelids open, and turning his eyelids open in a horror-movie fashion. With some dolls hopping off of his body and lifting his head a bit, they forced him to look to the side to a window that had suddenly appeared there, right in a room where there wasn't before. He screams in terror as a gigantic doll, scarier than the rest, pops it's head through and roars ferociously at him. He tries to close his eyes, but it's no use. The gigantic doll with eyes the colour of blood, steps through the window and starts to get its body all the way into the room to cover Garry with its shadow. Garry lets loose the most blood chiling, horror filled scream to ever grace anyone's ears. Garry starts to struggle under the weight of the dolls ferociously yet again but his tiny six year old body can't handle the weight of the dolls that suddenly feel like they're heavier than what they really are. The two dolls at his eyes look down into his eyes and grin. Another two dolls with the same matching grin make their way to his mouth and with some struggling, get his mouth forced open. The big doll started shuffling its huge limbs towards him and shoved its 'hand' inside of Garry's mouth. Garry choked as it seemed like his was being force fed the giant doll. He struggled around the doll's arm that seemed to get smaller just to fit his small mouth.
He looked towards where the magical window where this monstrosity had come from. He gasps as he feels as if the gigantic doll's hand is grasping his heart. He shivers and waits for what's about to come, finally giving up.
He felt the dolls arm flex and it took him seconds to realise that the gigantic doll had just literally squished his heart, like putty. He breathed for one last time, feeling as if he's about to pass out. He looks out the window once more, wishing there was at least someone here with him other than the dolls to watch him die.
Garry shot up, sweating and no longer six, but twenty-three. He've hoped these dreams would eventually stop. He sighed, got ready for the day, and started driving to the nearby art gallery for a relaxing day...
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