SHORT HORROR STORIES

TEA PARTY

As a child I always had a liking for dolls of every kind, my parents used to buy them for me all the time, whether it was barbie dolls, cloth dolls, stuffed dolls or clay dolls , I loved them all so I knew what presents to expect during birthdays and Christmas . When I stepped into adulthood the obsession seemed to have faded with time, I finished school and went to nursing institute to fulfill my ambition. My parents were extremely happy on my graduation , I had a job soon and made friends who adored me and of course my loving parents always supported me. I remember clearly there used to be a doll factory near my house , I made friends with Natalya who worked in the factory her job was to carve the melted rubber and design the doll face, I found her job fascinating. A few months later a terrible tragedy occurred in my life.All of a sudden my mother began to be sick, apparently she a tumor in her stomach , the case was extremely complex and required immediate surgery. At that time the most reputable surgeon in the hospital had gone to a neighboring town hospital, it was late night I clearly remember her pain became unbearable I gave her some medicine and she relaxed, I asked my father to drive her there , I couldn't accompany them as I was called to tend a emergency case. I wish I hadn't sent them , I waited for their call but instead I received the news that they had an accident and died. Their car collided head on with an enormous truck , it went straight under its large tires. I wasn't even able to recognize them , their bodies were crushed so badly.

After the funeral I was completely shattered and became alone, I had no one beside me . My beloved parents were my confident, my best friends. A month passed and I developed a severe depression, I completely cut myself off with the outside world and kept to myself. Later I realized they would never be happy to see me like this, I decided to form a hobby. Recalling my childhood when they showered me with toys and all the tea parties I had with them , they were the best memories of my life I wanted to relive those moments again. I cleared out a room and bought my first doll , fixing her makeup and dressing her in a pink frock , I gazed at how beautiful she appeared. I named her Rose as she had red plump lips and gorgeous blue eyes. I would spend hours having tea with her, talking to her. After so long I finally felt happy, I bought more dolls to keep her company, I dressed and named each of them. I was no longer depressed , I did miss my parents but I felt great that my life was filled with joy again I started to be more positive.
Many months passed until that treacherous day. A group of men broke into my house and took all my dolls away, I wasn't home at that time. In the evening I disguised myself and watched among the crowds as they surrounded the place. I did not return home that day , I stayed in a motel under a different name. I turned on the television and watched the news while having dinner. The reporter announced " A sad discovery was found in Middleton street in one of the house, where twenty females were rescued by officers after they received a distress call from one of the victims on the emergency line. According to the victims who are aged from sixteen to thirty five were sedated and held captive in a paralysis state in a hidden room. Some of them had been reported missing for more than two years. The house owner Victoria Johnson who works as a nurse in st Christopher hospital had kidnapped them and locked them up, the survivors claimed she dressed them up as dolls. Apparently the effects of the sedative medicines wore off from Jennifer and she was able to make the distress call. Currently they are receiving medical care but Victoria still remains untraced , she is highly dangerous and if you see her in your local region immediately contact your nearest police department or call on this toll free number...
I switched the TV off .
3 months later
I sat on my chair with a cup of coffee in my hand, watching the view from my balcony. I moved to this city three months ago, rented in a apartment and got a job as a caretaker in a old peoples home. I have changed my appearance and now live by the name Jenner , Victoria is dead and so is all memories of her, but recently I feel the same depression slowly creeping back into my life.

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