Inside of a twisted mind

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The little girl opened her eyes, she have just woken up from the sound of raindrops falling and clashing into the ground. It was 1877, she lived in a big mansion with her father, mother, big brother and little sister.
She got up from the bed and saw one of her german dolls, on the ground, she picked it up and hugged it and hold it in her arms like she always do, she felt safe. Next to her there is a shelf that has a plethora of german dolls. The moment she left her room, everything around her became darker,  dark shadows were slowing moving in the darkest areas. She walked down the staircase, and she felt like shadows were staring at her, with white eyes waiting under the stairs. She reached her mother's work room, she was wearing a white massacre mask and the outline of the eyes were blue, she has been always wearing mask. Everyone was wearing a mask. Her mother worked hard as a clothing designer, so hard her hands were filled with small wholes from the needles. She has always worked hard.
She didn't want to disrupt her so she went to her brother's room, while she was leaving the workstation, the shadows were following her from behind, brother was playing the piano, so peaceful yet so sad, melancholy was filling the room, the noises from the shadows starter to become more intense. Her brother was tall, and also wearing a mask like her mother. His mask was white with red paint on it, also his finger were long, too long, it must be from playing the piano. He always playing the piano.
Next, she look for her little sister, the hallway was long, she felt like it was taking forever to get to her room, when it was so close to her. She reached the door and opened it, her little sister was sleeping, her long was long and there were crows sitting on her, watching her with their dead eyes. She has been  always sleeping, with the bird watching, always watching. The voices now became clearer, "help me, help me, WAKE UP",she didn't understand what they meant, so she ignored them like her father said to do. Her father's room was at the end of the house, while she was walking she felt a shadow touching her spine, she froze for a second and then she starter running as fast as possible, new shadows were appearing in the walls with their white eyes looking intensively  at her. Now they were screaming "Help us, suffer, pain, wake up"
She hold the doll tighter.In a matter of a second, she opened quickly the doorknob and when she gaze at her father's desk, she saw many papers at the floor, broken dolls and toys, headless. She look at her father, he wasn't wearing a mask, she wished he would cause his face was terrifying, deformed, he was smiling, an unknown person, this cant be her father, this is not her father. Her father was a business man, he was traveling abroad all the time for business meeting, and every time he comes back, he brings present for her such as dolls . He was always smiling, a cheerful person a lovable father. He whisper "come closer Evelynn, i will fix you, like i fix the rest of our family. And then he held up a knife. And then the whole room lighten up, and the shadows disappeared. Everything became clearer, she saw quick flash bags of her sister's dead body, with bruises on her neck, and crows eating her left eye,the right was completely blank.Then she saw her brother, his hands were smashed, dripping blood, his head also was deformed, a part of his brain was missing. Her mother skin was filled with needles everywhere, especially in her mouth, blood was dripping, and she wasn't wearing clothes, on her chest the word whore was written with blood. She look in front of her and saw the unknown man rising his hand holding the knife ready to stab her, smiling. And then she dropped the doll on the floor, and the broken parts of the wooden doll became a one with the lake of blood, and the doll smirked.
"End"

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 16, 2018 ⏰

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