Short Stories

Uncanny

"What's that?," I ask my mommy
"Oh this?! This is my favorite childhood doll. Her name is Abby"
I stared at Abby in amazement, she was quite beautiful.
"Do you want to play with her, Basil?," Mommy asks in a warming tone
"Y-yes please"
   Mommy hands me Abby, suddenly I'm filled with happiness.
"Go have fun...just be careful with her, Basil. Ok?"
"Ok, Mommy"
   I walk away and start playing with Abby in the living room.
                  *35 minutes later*
Oh my gosh! It's fun to play with this doll!
"I love you, Abby," I say.
"Honey, I'm home!," Daddy yells as he walks through the front door. As he takes off his coat and shoes he says, "Hey, Basil"
"Hello, Daddy"

   Daddy turns around and suddenly his happy
smile instantly turns into an angry frown.
"What the hell are you playing with?!"
I stop smiling and hesitate to answer, I say, "I-umm...I'm playing with M-Mommy's favorite childhood d-doll"

   Daddy snatches Abby out of my hands and goes into the kitchen. He yells at Mommy, "What the hell, Catherine?!"
"Oh my gosh! What is it, Chris?"
"Oh nothing...it's just you're letting our son play with dolls!"
"I was just letting him play with it for awhile"
"I don't want him playing with dolls at all!"
" It's just a doll! Why can't he play with it?!"
"If you haven't noticed...I'm not trying to raise a sissy!"
"Are you serious?! He is only 5 years old!
" I don't care what age he is! He is not going to play with dolls!"

   Daddy speed walks out of the kitchen to the living room. He then grabs me by my shirt, looks me in the eyes, and says, "I never want you to play with dolls! If I figure out you have been playing with dolls again   I will beat you until you understand that boys don't play with dolls! Do you understand?"
  I stare at Daddy in horror and just nod.
         *18 years later*
"Please let me go," cries a woman
    "Shh," I say trying to calm her down
"I don't wanna die...please."
"Shh...You're not going to die" I inject the woman with a Neuromuscular blocking drug.
"Ouch! What is that? What did you just inject me with?!"
"Please shut up. I just injected you with a drug that causes paralysis of the affected skeletal muscles. So basically you are unable to move."
    "Oh my God!"
"What's your name?"
"C-Charity"
"Listen, Charity. I clothed you in a powder yellow dress, you will be attending a tea party with two other women. Also, you will be the first to arrive." I unchain Charity then carry her to a room that has a table placed in the center of it and three white chairs and on top of the table is tea, teacups, and plates with scones on them.

    I set Charity in one of the chairs at the table and put her in an appropriate position. "You look so beautiful, Charity," I say while smiling warmly. I leave the fetch the next girl.
  I enter the room of the next woman and say, "Hello."
The woman looks at me in horror and asks, "Why am I here?"
    "You're here for the tea party!"
    "What tea party?"
"Stop asking so many questions"
  
   I grab the woman's arm, getting it ready for the injection of the drug. Suddenly, she snatches her arm away and asks, "Why are you doing this?" I ignore her question and ask, "What's your name?"
    "Abby, what's yours?"
Abby? My mother's favorite childhood doll was named Abby! I loved that doll. I say, "That's a beautiful name! My name is Basil!"
    "Basil, why are you doing this? Why did you kidnap me? Are there others here? Please answer me, Basil"
    "Yes, there are others here."
    "Why are you doing this?"
    "Because I want to!"
    "But what is your motive...please tell me"
     "Fine...When I was five years old, my mother let me play with her favorite childhood doll and I loved that doll...her name was Abby, just like you. Then my father got home and saw me playing with the doll and he was furious. He yelled at my mother and grabbed me by my shirt, he told me if he ever found me playing with dolls he would beat me until I understood that boys aren't supposed to play with dolls. Three years later my mother died and I kept Abby. Then one day I started to play with the doll and my father found out so he beat me senseless. I had to go to the hospital because of how badly I was injured."
  
     Talking about the past was traumatizing.

  "I'm sorry that happened to you, Basil," says Abby.
    I ignore what Abby said and tell her, "I'm going to carry you to the tea party. I clothed you in a powder pink dress and you have been injected with a drug that will paralyze you"
 
   I carry Abby to the room with Charity, I position her then hurry to get the last woman. When I enter her room, once she sees me she asks, "Where am I?"
    "You're in your room"
I quickly inject the woman with the drug. "What's your name?," I ask
    "Brooklyn"
"Brooklyn, you're going to a tea party. I clothed you in a powder blue dress and I have also paralyzed you."
    "What?!"
"You're confusion is angering me so I suggest you shut up."
  
    I carry Brooklyn to the tea party and set her down on the last available chair. Once I finish positioning Brooklyn, I smile at my achievement and say, "Ok! Are you, beautiful ladies, ready to start the tea par-". I notice that Abby is not in her chair, she's gone! I start to panic and yell, "W-where the hell is Abby?!"
  
   Wait...dang it! I forgot to give her the drug! I start to look everywhere for her but no luck! What if she has escaped and ran to the police? I can't take that chance. I put on some black gloves and grab a knife, I stab Charity nonstop then I snap Brooklyn's neck in two different ways. After I kill them I start covering my tracks and the evidence that I was there.
                *3 years later*
   As I sit at a table of an outdoor cafe I rethink about how I let my guard down three years ago. Well...I didn't like adult woman as my dolls anyway, they were too big. Maybe I should go for something smaller.

"Daddy, I want some ice cream...please!," says a little girl.
 
   My eyes land on the girl, she looks about seven or eight years old. Suddenly the girl looks over my way and smiles. I smile back and wave to her. I think I just found something...smaller.