Not Your Normal Fangirl

Epilouge

  Well known Youtubers continued to disappear for several months, until one day the disappearances just... stopped. The only Youtubers left were either new, undiscovered, or not as popular. Hope Manor was eventually bought by a wealthy family and renovated. The fate of the missing Youtubers are unknown.

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   "Don't go too far Ashton!" My mother called as I ran to explore the new house.

   Hope Manor was purchased by my father, and we were just here to check it out. I was curious, but I was disappointed by all the empty rooms. They all looked the same. One door stood out, with a scratched X in a corner, so small I almost missed it. I thought it meant treasure or something, but it was the same room as all the others. The only difference was the large container with some water in it. Weird.... I thought.

I walked out and continued to explore. In the library, my dust allergies kicked in or something, because I thought I saw a girl around my age peeking at me from behind a bookshelf out of the corner of my eye. When I turned completely, no one was there. A figment of my imagination. As I walked on the top floor, there was a door on the ceiling. An attic door. I figured why not? I pulled it open, and climbed the ladder. When pivot in the attic, I was hit with the strong coppery scent of blood.

There were shelves of... creepy rag dolls of sorts. They all seemed normal with a quick glance, but on closer inspection, all the dolls had what looked like bloody wounds. One girl doll with light pink hair had painted on blood dripping from her forehead. Another doll was a guy with dirty blonde hair and glasses, with a dark red line across his throat. All the dolls had similar, wounds. All would be fatal to a real person. Another chilling detail that made me dislike the dolls was that all of their mouths were stitched into a smile. On one side of the room, a dried pool of blood was by the wall, and on the wall was a message in dried blood.
Bury us.

It was strange and creepy. One of the dolls, a guy with brown hair and glasses, had red on his fingers, as if he'd used his blood to... write a message. It was really creepy. I wondered if I should tell my mom to call the police. I also felt that I should do what the message said.

So, I got a big box, and I piled as many dolls as I could into it. Theme I went and got a second box that was smaller than the first, and fit the rest of the dolls in. There were more than a hundred in total. Some of them looked very familiar, but I couldn't put my finger. I took the boxes and went outside to the humongous backyard. I sat the boxes outside a shed looking place, grabbed a shovel, and started making doll graves. Mom's going to think I'm burying Alice's barbies again... I thought.

Still, I kept making holes. After I made as many as I thought I needed, I opened the smaller box, and started taking out dolls, laying each one in an individual hole. I thought a mass grave would be disrespectful for whatever had left the message. After I finished the small box, I started on the big box. I had to make a few more holes towards the end, but finally, after covering up all the little graves I was done. It had taken a couple hours, but I felt accomplished.

My Mom called me to the front. We weren't moving in for another week, so I had to go back to our Grandmas house for the time being. As we got in the car, I got the feeling I was being watched. I looked at the house, and in the attic window, I thought I saw the same girl from the library, watching me from the attic. When I blinked, she was gone.

   A week later we settled in. I had almost forgotten about the dolls I buried, until me and my little sister Alice went out to the backyard and I saw more than a hundred little mounds. I also remembered the weird hallucination about a girl staring at me. I shook it off. That night, I woke up with a face staring down at mine. It was the girl. She hadn't been a hallucination. She did look around my age, and had long brown hair, dark blue eyes, and a creepy grin as she stared down at me. I wanted to scream, but when I tried, no sound came out.

   "Are you looking for these?" The girl asked, holding out what looked like slimy string, or.. my vocal cords?!

   The girl giggled creepily, she was acting kind of like my sister, despite being several years old.

   "You won't need these anymore!" The girl said, throwing my vocal cord away.

   I didn't see where they landed. Then the girl held out three dolls, like the ones I had buried. One man, two girls. It looked my family. Mom, Dad, and sister. All had red marks over their hearts.

   "My name's Cassie!" The girl said to me, "Wanna play dolls?"