Call Me CryBaby

7 | DollHouse

The whole car ride to my old house was fun. I didn't regret for calling Nate to be my company. We talked and laughed about our amazing childhood. He was a good joker too. We figured out that we had so much things in common.

When we got out of the car, my eyes quickly examined the house. The wild grass were everywhere. I realized I hadn't cut the wild grass for months. It was just getting more and more harder for me. This house was the biggest reminder of my dead family.

My old house was as perfect as a DollHouse. The outside wall was painted with bright colors, but it already turned dark by now.
It was a vintage - three story house with gardens surrounding it. My mom and I used to share the same obsession over Barbie Houses. Ah, so much memories.

I unlocked the door and got inside. The scent of death quickly greeted me.
"Hayles? You don't have to do this." Nate placed his hand on my shoulder, comforting me. "It's okay, Nate. I'm okay." I was not okay. I turned on the lights. The large room with it's comfortable sofas made me remember the time when Jake and I used to stay up all night just to watch midnight horror movies.
I walked around the first floor just to make sure everything was still in place. Then I told Nate to wait for me downstairs.

My feet climbed up the gold tiles of the spiral staircase. I went straight to the third floor. The first thing I saw was the gym room. I turned right, and walk straight to the end of the hallway. There, I saw the warning that kept me away from the room since years ago.

WARNING.
DO NOT ENTER!
Whoever you are, STAY AWAY.
Or else.

I was beyond nervous. Was Jake still watching me from the sky? Could he possibly know that I was standing in front of his art room? My mind wander. I pushed the thoughts away and unlocked the door to Jake's art room. I got inside and immediately turned the lights on.

The room was big. Way bigger than I remembered it was. It was filled with so many paintings. There were boxes everywhere, filled with old paintings. And some were hung nicely on the wall, with black blankets covering them.

Suddenly, I heard a bam sound of the door behind me. I turned around, I heard a crackling sound of a key. No.. I'm locked inside. My jaw dropped to the floor. I ran to the door and bang my fist forcefully while shouting. "NATE?! YOU THERE? STOP PLAYING AROUND!" I screamed as loud as I could, terrified. I heard footsteps behind the door walking away, fading. "NO! NO NO NO NOO DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME HERE ALONE! GET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE, NATE! UP HERE, NATE!!" My throat hurt from all the screaming I had been doing. I knew it wasn't Nate. But I convinced myself that it was probably just Nate pulling a trick on me, just to make my self calmer. It wasn't working though.

My heart beat escalated too fast. My head started to pound harder. I was sweating too much. I didn't bring my pills, I was doomed. A tear spilled down my cheek, I quickly brushed it away with my sweaty palm. I knew that if I didn't stop myself from crying, I wouldn't be able to stop, ever. I hate situations like this. I hate being trapped in a room. I felt claustrophobic. But I had to keep moving.

So I walked closer to the paintings on the wall, with my body trembling. I pulled the blanket off of the first painting. It was the really old one. It was covered in dust, I couldn't see it clearly. But I caught a glimpse of a cat buried inside the dust. There were the eyes, mouth, and fur. It was a black scary cat. The painting was.. 3D. The eyes, mouth and fur looked so real, it was bulging from the painting. I touched it. It felt too real. I didn't know Jake was that good at painting. He never even showed us how he painted.

Then I moved closer to the second painting and uncovered it. It was a.. dog. An angry dog. The painting was huge. This time, it was the tongue, ears and the claws that were 3D. Cool, I thought.

Next painting, I pulled the blanket off. It was a painting of us, our family. Dad was standing with his arms crossed, just like he normally did. His eyebrows, clothes, mustache were 3D. Next was mom, she was sitting next to me. With her silky blond hair and pretty face. A few of her nails, her clothes and all her accessories were 3D. Then there was Jake. He stood beside my dad. His eyebrows, shining teeth, and clothes were 3D. The last one was me. I sat there with my mom, smiling. I was around 13 in this painting. My hair was 3D. I was curious, so I touched it. It felt real. What did he use for this hair? It couldn't possibly be just silicone. It was real, and it looked strangely like mine. Please tell me this isn't what I think it is. I had a massive hair loss that day. One day I woke up with all of my hair almost gone. Jake said it probably just happened because I ate shrimps the day before, I had an allergy for shrimps. Yeah, maybe it really did happen because of the shrimps.

I went to the last painting that were hung on the left wall. I pulled the blanket off and I gasped. It was a beautiful girl, but also terrifying at the same time. Her hair, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, skin and heart were 3D, or may I say, real. I recognized this girl. Her name was Amy. She was Jake's first girlfriend. She died from Cancer. Her skin were rotting, her eyes were looking to the opposite directions. I could see all the rotten stitches all over her half-body. And her heart.. was dried. That was probably just a pig's heart.. right? I felt a tear rolled down my face.

Could it be?
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A/N: Ohgod im so sorry for the late update! I totally forgot!
Sooo more exciting & horrifying chapters are ready to post but sometimes I forgot lol.
Stay tune for next friday ma luvs!
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