Dolls in my Basement

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Valerie POV

I walked down the stairs to get to the basement. It was early in the morning and the birds were chirping. The horrendous squawking coming from the beaks of those creatures gave me a headache. As I gently closed the metal basement door, the headache seized due to the sound being blocked out. I'm not very fond of noises, as you can tell.

This is why my basement is a retreat for ultimate silence. I tied up my hair in a neat ponytail and adjusted my collar as I trotted down the dark hallway. Darkness and silence are my favourite combination.

I walked all the way down the pitch black hallway. My parents used to lock me in here for hours on end so I won't bother their heavy alcohol sessions, or when other wealthy folks came over and had a poison snorting/injecting party. I was a mistake that was created due to their careless actions. They never wanted me. Therefore, I've familiarised with this former jail cell; it was now my territory.

I remember how I used to scratch on the walls until my nails broke off and my flesh tore apart, bawling my eyes out and slowly going insane in the darkness and silence. Now it's where I'm most fond of. Ironic, isn't it?

I opened the door that was at the very end of the hallway, and creaked it open. The sound of unlubricated hinges echoed all around me, bringing back the headache.

Then, I quickly walked in and shut the door behind me.

"Ah." I took deep breaths of the wondrous fragrance that hit me the moment I stepped in.

I flicked on the light switch that was beside the door and smiled.

Bodies of my victims were pinned against the walls or hanged from the ceiling by a thick rope. The bodies of children and babies were stashed in the far corner that was to be dealt with later. 

The coppery smell of blood and the sour smell of fermentation floated through my nasal passages and filled my lungs. This was my personal heaven. All the bodies stared directly at me, lifeless and pale. They're the only things I can control about the world; they were my dolls.

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