Gloomy Night Rain

Chelsea Smile

I'm staying at my cousin's house tonight. Why? Because I would babysit the little shit. Like, what the actual fuck. I was supposed to be in a club right now, snorting cocaine and shit, drinking, partying, and fucking. But no.

Mike was one lucky bastard. He somehow managed to excuse himself from the irritating deed. He'd be working on a 'project'. My dumb parents believed him. But as far as I know, he'll just go to Stacy's and fuck her.

My cousin is a 9 year-old Anti Christ. Hannah is creepy as hell.  She have these strange toys, like ivory dolls and stitched teddy bears. Which, in my opinion, is so damn creepy.

Right now, my Satanic loving cousin is lying comfortably on the couch. While I set a sleeping bag on the floor and laid there lazily. We were both watching football.

"Hey, Vic. Can you get me some ice cream?" she asked, her stare still glued to the TV. I sighed in annoyance and muttered a 'fine' before heading to the fridge and grab the ice cream and hand it to her. She didn't even say thank you. What the fuck.

The whole night, she's been ordering me around. I grew more and more annoyed every second, until I reached the point where I wanted to tear my fucking hair out.

"Vic, I'm full. Can you put the ice cream back to the fridge?"

"Vic, I want more. Can you get the ice cream for me?"

"Vic, can you please fix my pillow?"

"Vic, can you please remove my blanket?"

"Vic, can you put my blanket on me again?"

"Vic, change the channel!"

"Vic, turn up the volume!"

"Vic, brush my hair!"

"Hey Victor switch the TV off!"

I yelled and pointed a finger at her.

"You. Bed. Now." her expression turned to a terrified one.

"N-No..." I can see her tensing up and nervously biting on her fingernails. For the first time, I've actually felt sorry for her.

"Why?" my annoyance towards her subsided and it was replaced with concern.

"I can't sleep alone." she muttered under her breath and lowered her head. I held her chin up, making her look at me.

"I'll sleep in your room." her face brightened and she smiled. I grab the sleeping bag and we made our way to her room.

I opened the door, and Jesus Christ, I nearly had a heart attack. Her room is filled with ivory dolls and other creepy shits. Then there was this small door on the corner of the room. A picture of the most terrifying creature my eyes ever landed on was stuck to door. It was also a doll. But that one was really, really creepy. The words 'Don't open' was plastered across the photo. I decided to ignore it.

"Sleep. Good night, Hannah." I whispered and fixed her blanket.

"G'night Vic." she answered before drifting to a deep slumber.

I looked around and gulped nervously. I hope I can actually sleep tonight.

3:00 AM. I was awoken by the weird feeling of being watched. I looked around and noticed that  the doll on the picture, was on the floor.

How the hell did she reached there? I'm pretty sure that the door is secured enough. And the worst part? Her hand is pointed towards me, like she's reaching for me. And her head is fixed to the door, then slowly tilted to my direction.

I froze in place. Shit. Shit. Shit. Her lips curved into an ever so creepy smile, showing her razor-like teeth. She started grinning, then laughed, and then cackled horribly. She stopped laughing, only to look at me and speak.

"I'm Chelsea. I can speak, I can move, and most of all..."

"... I can kill." her sweet tone turned into a deep, unearthly voice that scared the shit out of me. She laughed again and that's when I realized that I have to do something.

But before I could, Chelsea grab a knife under the bed and ran towards me. I quickly got up and dodge her jab. I don't exactly know what to do. And my pathetic fear of dolls is not helping at all. I picked up my cousin and ran outside the room. I kicked the door and locked it. Thank God. I shook my cousin, telling her to wake up. After a few seconds, she finally did.

"What's happening?" she asked and rubbed her eyes. I put her down the floor and drag her down the stairs.

"We need to get out of here as soon as possible." I said and reached for the doorknob. But I heard a voice behind me that absolutely made every hair in my body rise.

"Think you could escape from me that easily?" Chelsea asked with that eerie smile in her face. This time, she's not only holding a knife, she's also holding a chainsaw. I twisted the knob, holy fuck. It did not budge.  

Chelsea is walking towards us with that psychotic smile on her face. She walked closer and closer. The last thing I heard was Hannah and I screaming before everything went black.

I woke up from the horrible nightmare. Beads of sweat is dripping all over my face. I glanced at Hannah and saw her sleeping peacefully. However, when I looked at my feet, Chelsea was there. I did not waste any second. I grab the fucking doll and hurled it back to the basement. I locked the door and I was a hundred percent that it won't open.

The next morning, I was finally going home. I asked Hannah about the doll, but I didn't dare say about the occurrences last night. I'm pretty sure that'll just freak her out.

"Chelsea? She's a... Uhh... A battery operated doll." she seemed disturbed and scared when I mentioned Chelsea. I decided to leave it alone and just forget about everything.  I didn't let it bother me anymore. I'm not going back to my cousin's house ever again.

As I reached home, Mike immediately tackled me to the ground while laughing so damn hard. He's hiding something from his back.

"What the fuck Mike?!?"

"Oh my God Viccy!!" he was hysterical at this moment. Like he was unable to breathe because of laughter.

"I never thought you're this gay! What's with this doll I found under your bed, huh?" he then raised his hand and showed me what he's been hiding. My eyes practically popped out its sockets.

It was Chelsea.