Don't Go In And Other Short Stories

Come On In

Winter. It's icy touch fingers the glass of my windows, lays a carpet of cold at my doors. Relentless, the frost allows no respite, no release. I don't have it in me to shiver; my walls are stiff, unyielding. Beneath the hastily plastered walls of brick, a multitude of lies and broken dreams sits, dormant and waiting. Waiting for a child.

Excited, the lifeless heart concealed inside my walls starts to beat. I've heard something; someone, unaware, so deliciously unaware.... She's perfect. Hastily, I reel another thought up through the wood-worm infested planks that make up my floors, solidifying it into a doll. A doll that shares her face. Little does she know, it shares her future.

Cruel cold has left its mark on her face, leaving her pink and flushed. Anticipation sparkles in her eyes; my windows stretch into something vaguely resembling a smile. She's caught like a fish in a net; she's mine.

I can almost bring myself to pity her, seeing the untainted innocence shining out of her face. Her world is so simple; she wants it, so she takes it. No consideration, no worrying about what anyone else thinks. If kids could learn not to meddle...

My door swings shut on her, voicing my guttural chuckle in a gentle creak. They never will learn. Not them, taking something and damning the consequences. Not their parents, letting their precious angels run wild. Not even me, passing my days trapping children in the soulless depths of a plastic doll. Especially not me. It's far too much fun.

So twisted, yet so deliciously fun. 

Excitement morphs into hunger as I watch her fingers emerge from the woollen comfort of  her glove, outstretched and hopeful. I watch the deliberation  in her tiny face as she scrambles up a shelf, closer and closer to her doll. Closer to her future. Closer, closer.... she's nearly there.....

Then her fingers connect with the doll, and I can only feel glee. The screaming terror of her last movements bring a grin to my face, a twisted imitation of joy. I've got her. She's mine...mine....mine.

Forever.

A/N: Hello! So this is the second version, from a different point of view. Let me know what you think of this version compared to the other! Is it more confusing? Clearer? Which do you prefer? Why? I'd love some feedback!

Thanks for reading! 

Orcapod