When I got home today, our front door was unlocked. I called for you, my daughter, to see if you were home, but I didn't get an answer. I walked inside. I could see the pictures on our walls of me, you, and my dead wife Lily. They were torn to shreds, and my heart started to rip apart and speed up as well. The house was dead silent. Not even the birds outside were chirping.
First I checked the living room. No one. So I moved on. I was constantly calling for you. But I never got a response. Where were you? A child should not be able to go missing this easily.
I climbed the stairs to the bedrooms, stopping at mine first. It was the neatest room in the house so far. So I checked yours next.
What happened in here?! Your room was an absolute mess! The bed was crumbled and covered in this dark liquid. The drawers in your dresser were thrown across the room, some even cracked in half. Someone had to have broken in. Then I saw you. Anne. You weren't much more than a crumpled-up pile on the floor. I started crying for help, screaming your name and asking for you to just get up, just wishing this was nothing more than a nightmare and that I would wake up soon. I screamed with all my might. Tears were streaming down my face like waterfalls, and I couldn't stop. I didn't think I ever would. My baby girl, you... you were... dead... But I didn't even get time to process this. I soon felt something cold pressed up against my neck. Something cold and sharp. I let it happen. I let my killer kill me. And as lay there, a small, round, perfectly proportioned face looks down at me. And for a moment I could see my daughter's eyes in them.
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Hello again! Sorry I haven't been active on here recently. I got a job at a farm that will help my FFA experience. Well, I hope you guys liked the final chapter of my horror story!
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Some notes for the end of the story. If you hadn't noticed before, the chapter pictures are all of dolls or, for this chapter, inside somewhere. The idea was that the daughter, you, was killed by a doll and her soul was absorbed. Once she woke up she killed her father. It's an old story of mine, not the greatest, but I think I'm going to keep this one fairly similar to the original.
Anyways, thank you for reading! It means a lot to me. Let me know what you think!
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Disregard that previous note, I took out all the chapter covers. No creepy dolls on my page, thank you.
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Short Stories
Historia CortaThis is a collection of short stories I have written that span from horror to romance and everything in between! ~~~ At the moment I am rewriting a few stories of mine, deleting others, so the progression of this book will be fairly slow. Thank you!
