August 22nd
"I regret everything. I went to sneak into Mrs. Randalls home and that's when I saw it. The outline of two people. Just sitting in front of a television. I went to shine my light on them only to see it was a lumpy old couch. Nothing more. I explored a little more and found out that she had an odd china doll collection. She must have had over one hundred dolls in one room. I did see three or four broken dolls in a garbage can. Her house smelled of rotting eggs and cookies. A very odd sensation of smells. After exploring the home a little more I finally stopped at a locked door on the second level. What could possibly be behind that door? More dolls. Probably.
All I could think about at school today was Mrs. Randall’s home. About those dolls, about my parents still not coming home. I didn't even notice when Charlotte stuck a big piece of pink bubblegum into my hair. I am going to get her back for that.
When I got home from school today I was expecting to see Mom in the kitchen cooking dinner but she was not there. Old Mrs. Randall was heating up some unholy looking brown pus dish in my microwave. She was still here? Had she been here all day? I tossed my bag in its usual spot and went up to my room immediately."
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China Dolls
Mystery / ThrillerI'm currently working on a horror novel. I do most of my writing at 3 a.m. so if you find any mistakes at all please comment and let me know. Also give me feedback on the book itself. sometimes I just have so many ideas swirling around my head that...
