The Clash of Sisters

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Alisa was lounging on her bed when she saw Alice walked out of their room. She followed her and found herself in a basement. It was dark, but she could see Sister Bernadette lying on the floor. Her hands and feet were tied, and her mouth was covered with tape.

Alice’ dolls were sitting and were lined up horizontally behind Sister Bernadette.

“Thank you my little servants. You did a great job.” Alice thanked her dolls. She sat on the floor facing the nun.

“Sona recci sona kocci arum de.” Alice was pronouncing a curse. “Arum seti lamia recci arum de.”

Sister Bernadette’s body shrunk. Her long arms and legs shortened even her dress. Her eyes became like that of a glass and her body was now made of plastic. Alisa was completely sure that Alice turned Sister Bernadette into a doll.

“Alice! Why are you doing this?”

Alice was not surprised to see Alisa.

“Because I want to.” Alice answered, picking the then doll Sister Bernadette.

“I heard this nun insulted us behind our backs. She said that we’re wicked, that we’re daughters of evil.”

“Aren’t we? With what you’re doing, you just prove that we’re evil.”

“But this is who we are. This is what our parents want. I’m sure they’re proud of me.” Alice exclaimed, drawing a smirk.

“Alisa, I will introduce you to some of my little servants.” Alice acquainted Alisa to her dolls.

As she called them, the dolls stood one by one. Their eyes turned red as they followed her. They move according to her orders. They could speak. They know what they were doing, but they couldn’t do anything about it. Alice had taken full control over their plastic bodies.

“No need to introduce you to Sister Bernadette so I will continue with them. These five were the bullies yesterday.”

She then pointed to two dolls, one male and one female.

“Meet Mr. and Mrs. Parker, my rich adoptive parents.”

“Why did you-----“

“Because they hurt me. And now they can’t. I can easily break off their arms whenever I want.”

Alice put the dolls on her arms.

“When we were in the car, I recited a curse that turned them into dolls. Then, I went to the forest. I cried for help and acted like I was lost. I was such a good actress.”

Alisa was shocked. She didn’t expect her sister to be that evil.

Alice grabbed another pair of dolls.
 
“And lastly, this is mom and this is dad.”

“But they died two years ago.”
 
“No, they don’t. They are my first dolls. I became tired of their dictatorship. They even hurt us with their curses. When you’re away, I lured mom and dad to my room where I’ve prepared a strong curse. I turned them into dolls and then I burned the house. I deceived everyone that they died in that fire. That’s it. End of story.”

“You’re worst.”

“We’re witches and witches are bad.”

“I’m not like you. I’m not like everyone.”

“It’s in our blood. You can’t escape from it.”

“I will.”

Alisa went near Alice. The sisters’ eyes became pitch-black. The surface of the orphanage began to shake. Nuns and children alike were in extreme panic.

“Koe datte koe sato remi waruhi.” Alisa recited.

Alice was tossed in the air and was glued to the ceiling.

“Namu sedi namu radi bishi yo.” Alice could still pronounce a curse.

A furniture fell over Alisa. She couldn’t move.

Alice escaped and slowly descended from the ceiling. Alisa uttered a curse that lifted the furniture from her body.

The battle between the two sisters continued. The orphanage was gradually destroyed.

At last, the shaking stopped, but the orphanage was completely wrecked.

Rescuers led by Allan Smith came and saved what they could. They searched in the basement and found neither Alisa nor Alice.




One day, Allan gave her daughter a doll he found in the basement.

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