Voodoo Doll (boyXboy)

Chapter One, The Boy Out My Window

Chapter 1, The Boy Out My Window

(Michaels POV)

I was stepping in dead grass that crunched underneath my black shoes. Old, tall trees branching out and over me creating shadows of lines and curves surrounding the house perimeter. An endless amount of tore up boards of wood, splintering pieces sticking right up out of the what used to be fine elm. My whole life I would have never expected to be living in such a house. The way the front porch creaked and ached beneath me made me feel very unsteady.

I placed my fingers onto the cold brass doorknob and twisting it ever so slightly, cautiously, - because this is a house you would want to be cautious with a - I opened the door, reveling a narrow front hallway and a steep stair case. Tossing my suit cases at the foot of the stairs, not even caring about what was cradled inside the suit cases and only focusing on going back outside to bring in more suit cases. Only two more I brought threw those doors, everyone else took care of, well, everything else.

Me being the anti-social nit wit I was decided to stay in my new room in solitude, avoiding people at all costs. I pushed my bed against the wall because everything had just been placed in here, nothing was where it should be. Everything was just pushed in the center of the spacious room. A steady light came into my room leaving shadows of the window frame onto my hardwood floor, the bed leaving off a smaller shadow as well, along with my one dresser and end table. I moved my bed right to the top right corner of my room, right beside my window. I dragged my dresser across the floor to the wall opposite with my bed, sliding the end table beside my head frame, just under the white window frame. All my furniture was darker brown wood, almost matching the slightly lighter hardwood flooring covering the entire house from second floor to the basement. The only exception to this was the cream tiled kitchen.

I went threw my suit case, tossing out some clothes until I finally found what I was looking for. I pulled out the dark purple ear buds I had been keeping in my suitcase and searched in my pocket for my iPhone. I clicked the earbuds into the input of my phone, pushing back my black and purple hair, plopping the earbuds in my ears. I double clicked the home button, pressing play and listening to whatever song came on. I stuffed my phone back into the pocket of my jeans and started looking around my new room.

There was a closet that I hadn't looked into yet, the doors were white paint wood and looked newer then the house it's self. I walked up to it and grabbed the handle, yanking on it and pushing the doors open. Inside was nothing but a rod at the top where your would hang your clothes. I was about to close it when I spotted a grey box on the floor. I looked at it more carefully, noticing that there was a lock on it, but the lock was undone. I crouched down and picked up the box, examining it and looking at it all over. I walked back over to my bed and sat down with it. I debated weather or not I should take off the lock and look inside this strange metal box. It was rusted at the corners and the lock was broonze with a key hole. But there was no key.

I looked up and noticed a shelf in the closet that I didn't see before. I placed the box on my bed and walked back to the closet, placing my hand on the shelf and feeling a bumpy metal object. I slid it off the shelf and was now holding a broonze key in my hand. This must have been the key. I went back and sat on my bed, picking up the box again, holding it in my lap.

Suddenly, I saw a glow escaping from the box, it was reddish orange, so bright it lit up the whole room. I tossed the box to the ground, bringing my legs up on the bed and climbing away from the box. As it hit the floor, the impact knocked the lock off and the lid flew open. It stopped glowing and I sat on my bed, back to the wall, huffing and puffing from shock, so terrified of the box and what had just happened.

Once I calmed down, my curiosity rose. I looked over my bed at the box, but I couldn't see anything. I placed one food on the floor, looking over the box, seeing a burgundy knitted hat and some black... Well I wasn't sure what it was. I placed both of my feet on the floor now, looking in the box more. I saw tan cloth, and black buttons. I walked up to the box, lifting it up and holding it again. Inside was dolls. A bunch of dolls. But the one that stood out most of all was the one with the burgundy beanie, black hair and tan skin. It was a boy, with black button eyes and a stitched up red mouth. He was wearing a grey shirt and black pants. This doll was one of many that we're in the box, and it wasn't like a Barbie doll, it looked like a rag doll.

I stared at it for a while, looking at all the features of this doll. It was strange, who made this doll? Why did they make this doll? Why did they make any of these dolls? The box was full of them, each so different from the last.

Suddenly, I heard a loud laugh from outside my window, me being nosey went to go see who it was. I peaked out my curtainless windows and spotted a boy. Probably 16, so, my age. He was tan, had a black hair and a plaid top on, but what really got my attention was the burgundy beanie placed on his head.

I paused. Holding the doll that was in my hand up and looking at it. It was wearing the exact same beanie. I stood there for a while, looking at the boy outside and the doll I had in my hand. They looked exactly the same. It was terrifying. I tossed the doll across my room and it hit the wall, rolling onto my bed. I heard a shout from outside and turned, my breath coming out shaky, my hands clenching at the loose fabric of my shirt.

My eyes fixated on the boy who was now across my lawn, laying on the ground as if he had fallen. Another boy ran up to him, he had brown, messy, curliest hair and was wearing a yellow tank top with blue jeans. He rushed over to help the burgundy beanie wearing boy. The way the beanie wearing boy was laying on the ground made chills run up my spine as I slowly turned my head to look at the doll who, of course, was laying exactly as the boy outside.

I used all my might and held in a scream. I rushed up to my bed, grabbing the doll and tossing it back into the metal box, noticing that there was a doll that looked exactly like the boy who came to help the fallen one. I did not dare to touch another one of those... Things. Instead I just closed the lid, hooked the lock on and clicked it shut. I made sure the lock was on tight and was going to place the box back in my closet. But half way there I stopped.

I looked at the box, then at the window, then at the place in the closet where it was supposed to go. Then at the box, then at the window, then I turned around and looked at my bed. I looked at the box once more before turning around and walking back to my bed. I knelt down in front of my bed, placing the box on the floor and pushing it under my bed. I then looked at the key that was laying on the floor.

Originally I was going to bend it so had you couldn't open the box ever again but then I decided that wouldn't be such a good idea. So, I took it. Opening another one of my many suitcases and pulling out my key chain. I took an empty key link and slid the broonze box key onto it. I say in front of that suitcase for a while, thinking about what just happened.

Who were those kids? What were those dolls? What happened here? Where did those dolls come from? What happened to that kid? And most importantly.

If they were just dolls, why were they locked up?

"I don't even like you, why'd you want to go and make me feel this way?"